NES (Never-Ending Story)

[Bill_in_PDX]

Germany in trouble...

Wilhelm struck a tremendous shot. It sailed well nigh 250 meters before coming to rest on the green.

It was a beautiful day for golf, and Wilhelm's mind was filled with thought of the difficult putt he faced coming up. The 16th hole at the Royal Berlin Club was nestled in to a small canyon, and no one noticed the lone man huddled behind a large oak....

[bang!]

A single shot rang out...

Wilhelm dropped in his tracks, dead before hitting the ground.

Security forces surrounded the assassin quickly, but he was shot before being captured, much to the dismay of the head of security. Their only clue being the bullets themselves, which were made of silver...the type of silver minded in Macedonia and assembled in Athens...

First an attempt on Romanov, now Sanford was missing, and Wilhelm dead...clearly someone sinister was behind it....

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OOC - I am dropping out of the story here folks. Too many people who might be the same person, and others who know each other outside of the forum. Good luck to all of you.

Bill

 

[Toasty]

Argh! Bill, Sixchan, Das...where will the madness stop!

We need replacements! Fast!

 

[Toasty]

Okay, this is getting kinda tiring. Jason, is Radramon one of your friends too?

If all 4 of them are it's going to be a really, really boring game...

 

[uknemesis]

I propose we end this game, it's got too few people left really. I think we should all move to NESII and play on that one instead.

Basically, unless something really interesting happens in this one, then I'm dropping out of it too.

Nemesis

 

[SKILORD]

dammit this was just aout to get real good to.

i think this might have to be shut down you may be right it's an antiquated model it was fun though.

PS. disagree with me please!

 

[Toasty]

Sargeant Veducci looked over the plains with his binoculars. It was early morning, and the brown-green grass was soaked with dew. The bluebirds sang, and the sun has just begun to rise. It was looking to be a beautiful spring day as cumulus clouds came in from the east.

"FIRE!"
An entire line of Spartan works 35mm artillery fired shells at the same time. The cool, hard ground made sure all of the shells exploded largely on contact. Several shells were lobbied at the barracks, the ammunition supply, and the machine gun nests. The German troops, unsespecting and uncommanded scrambled from their sleeping positions to find out what was going on. They found a verible lunar lanscape of craters and blown-out buildings.

"FIRE!"
The ammunition supply was hit dead on this time. The explosion ripped through the camp as soldiers went flying. The bombardment continued for 10 minutes and the Roman infantry unit gathered behind to spearhead a charge.

General Orlando issued the order, waving the Roman flag high in the air and him riding on horseback. He lead the charge against the general German lines.

11 divisions had been committed to an attack all along the front. This, the head German base in the area, faced 40,000 troops alone, two divisions that had been under the command of General Orlando in South America. The battle-hardened veterans quickly overran what little resistance the Germans could put up.

The base was captured with approximately 3,000 dead and 7,652 captured.
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Righello was in his country-style kitchen at his palace in Rome. Bella, the cook, had served a huge feast by orders of Lady Benevolenzola. Righello did not understand why she would want to commemorate a huge offensive against an unprepared friend, but he did not question her will when it came to food.

Bella came in with scrambled eggs and sliced bread, a newfangled idea the Brits had come up with.

Lady Benevolenzola came down the cast iron spiral staircase from the master bedroom to the kitchen. She was again in her Chinese silk robe, long and outstretched from her morning yoga and Japanese tea. She sat down in one of the Roman-made leather-padded dining chairs next to Righello.

Scooching up to the table, she started away at her breakfast. She spread some of the butter on her bread, picked up some of the Tuscanian Red Chanti wine, and began to eat, mumbling "Good Morning, dearest," between bites.

Righello continued reading Il Manifesto. Ironic that it was celebrating the newfound peace in Europe for 3 years this month. If they only knew.

Again between the bites, Lady Benevolenzola asked Bella for some relish with her scrambled eggs and some ketchup for her toast. Bella eyed her carefully but ambled into the pantry to find those things for her.

Righello heard the loud clanking and slopping and looked over at his wife, nearly gagging at the site of her plate. "Honey, why do you want all this? It looks so...awful."
"I know. I've just got a craving for it. I also slept in until 9:00 today, even though I'm normally up with the sun...I think...I think I might be pregnant."

Righello nearly spilled his Brasilian coffee on himself.

 

[Admiral Super]

The metrchant ships pulled the french flags down from their masts. it weas replaced by a German flag, a few of the frenchmen and german immagrants alike were saddened by thisbut it had to be done. they knw that no French ship would be allowed near Britain.

The officer was chewing on a seabiscuit. the crumbs dribbled down his shirt and stuck to his moustache.
"German Ship starboard!" the lookout called.
"aim us to intercept."he ordered.

"Sprechen Sie Englisch? "
"Nein, Sprechen Sie Deutsch?"
"Nein, Scheicce" the Engliushman returned.
After a quivck lookover the cargo a sailor yelled to the Officer.
"Nothin but crates of food and cars in here."
The supposed language barrier stopped everythijng else and the ship went on.
after the English ships hhad disappeared to the distance the sailors yelled "Viva la France!"

The cargo was unloaded and silors had posditioned the cars throughout London. a few were left behind as the Frenchmen set sail once more.

The Explosion shook his sseaside house. John rushed to his windsow to see the Harbr aflame. The cargo from the German crew had exploded, it would be a long time before british ships were repaired here.

Masks were pulled over faces and odd hoses removed from the cars. Mustard gas was spread through London. Persia had developed it and granted france use of it for this mission to fully cripple the british. Luckily the Prime Minister and Parlimen were not in session or in London, a city of the dead by morning.

Il Manifest lay facedown on President De' Gaulles cofee table. A grin spread across his face as he heard of the Attack.

 

[SKILORD]

The submarine came up from beneath the waves. The radio silence hadn't permitted communication between the three of them. The canister arched i8nto the small village, with any luck the same would happen in two other spots around Japan.

Daedlius put down his copy of Il Manifesto the foreign and millitar advisors rushed into his office.
"We Attacked Japan! With mustard gas!"the foreign advisor shouted.
"Damn good job sir,"the Millitary advisor said.
"You promised that was only experimental!"
"Showed real backbone."
"And France did the same thinng to Britain!"
"Good thinking"
"But Sir!!!"the foreign advisor was shot.
"wimp."the General mumbld as the body fell to the floor and he holstered his steaming weapon.
"prepare our invasion of Russia."
the remaining advisor smiled."YES SIR!"

The Machine guns were set up, The Russians marched in. The Machinew guns barked The border was secure.

 

[SKILORD]

Hiroshima and Nagasaki were attacked by Persian Mustard gas. the Sub bound for Tokyo got lost.

 

[Jason The King]

American troops lined the Roman Border of their colony from his colony. There must have been 150,000 troops, in spereate divisoins and strategically placed throughout the borders of the 60,00 roman men camp. It was a terrible night for war. It was cloudy, with no moon light for the soul or eyes, and teh wind was sharp on the lips. The rifles stuck to the hands of soldiers on the night that they might meet their death. After it seemed they had been waiting there forever, the loud explosions of artillary exploding broke the dead silent of the night. The dark camp suddenly awoke like a beehive getting hit. Men stirred everywhere to every machine gun in place. Luckily, special forces had rigged the machine guns with TNT to explode when a person pulled the trigger. There were explosions everywhere in the camp, and finally the huge bright lights of the American soldiers turned bright, blinding the Romans and lighting the way for the Americans. Bullets took the place of air as the exchange rate increased. Within twenty minutes, the base was American, and the Roman influence was wiped out for a 100 mile radius. Although, even with the suprise attack, the Americans still lost a ravaging 12,000 men in the aussult, and would not recieve reinforcements for over two days.

 

[Toasty]

Jason, get your facts straight. There are 100,000 Roman troops in the Brasilian colony.

This is pointless and stupid. I'm leaving.

 

[SKILORD]

Persian troops gassed and seized Japanese and British colonies in New Guinea!

The Blitz will canqure the world!

 

[SKILORD]

SKILORD submits to the inevitable and quits as well, a tear in his eye.

 

[Kushanis]

Looks like i'm out as well, too much happening in NES2 to focus on here.

Sorry

 

[damunzy]

Closing thread as requested by Toasty. If anyone thinks that this thread needs to be reopened please PM me with the reason.