NES2 V - The Great Game.
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YARRR!!! Khorvashid Luca shall rule teh world!MjM said:Well if people loose intrest in this, I have an idea... it's called....
ITNES I !!!!!
There could, but FK would still dominate the world after that so what's the point?
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North King said:
Sorry to see you go NK, I hope your coming back if ITNESI restarts, where you can be the superpower and we can be the colonials
fyi the reason I said no to your treaty was not because your not an established power, but rather that I didn't like the terms of it in the Chinese theatre...
andis-1 said:
Thats true, empires never stagnate and nations never rebuild successfully after all
das
Regeneration In Process
From the legal viewpoint, yes it does. The lack of legitimate status only adds to the odds, albeit it can be annoying.
Very accurate quote.
Hopefully you only quit from this NES, and not from "NESing in general", though.
EDIT: Or, as you seem to have returned by now, hopefully you won't quit anything at all in the end.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I plan to fight this war. By no means is this over. If NK quits, I'm disappointed, and would hope that he comes back to retake India.
If not, I'd like someone to take India.
In conclusion, I'm going to fight this war with the FK to it's end, whether that's in London or Persia. I'd rather do that than quit or surrender.
EDIT: Even if the FK wins, it will stagnate...I hope. And Persia is on the verge of too many things to simply give up now.
If not, I'd like someone to take India.
In conclusion, I'm going to fight this war with the FK to it's end, whether that's in London or Persia. I'd rather do that than quit or surrender.
EDIT: Even if the FK wins, it will stagnate...I hope. And Persia is on the verge of too many things to simply give up now.
North King
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Ah, what the hell. Have to maintain my reputation as the most inconsistent quitter ever; back to India.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
The Peace Treaty with China is almost complete. The only things we have left to determine are the status of Korea, Japan, Tibet, Outer and Inner Mongolia's, and the Western Part of China.
I am attaching a map and would like to hear everyone's (except Persia's) oppinions on these regions, and the overall fairness of the borders.
I am attaching a map and would like to hear everyone's (except Persia's) oppinions on these regions, and the overall fairness of the borders.
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
A shame that you don't want our opinion. We'll still deliver it, anyway.
Persia recommends that China agree to the Federate treaty.
OOC: Surprised?
Persia recommends that China agree to the Federate treaty.
OOC: Surprised?
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Non OOC or IC comment: So I suppose Nepal won't be a country at all? Okinawa shouldn't be Japanese either. 
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
It was Dalnorossian prior to the war, so I don't know how Dalnorossia would feel about that
Helsinki
A Scandinavian sqaud rested in the city center of Helsinki, tried from campaign in Livonia. The group laughed with each other, drinking and eating with little care of the rubble caused by Scandinavian guns in the besiegement of the city. They simply enjoyed their time off, telling tall tales of killing thousands of Muscovite soldiers, and then wooing Russian vixens without breaking a sweat. They laughed at such tales, slapping the story teller on the back with toothy congradulations.
A small Finnish boy walked up to the group with teary eyes. He pointed at one of the Scandinavian army officers, dressed in the standard dark blue uniform, and then screamed out for all to hear, "You killed my brother! I hate you! My father said you are pigs for crushing our freedom!"
Several of the soldiers began to stand up in defense of their comrade, but he merely raised his hand, singling that he did not need it. He got up slowly, picking up his Krag with one hand. He approached the boy, who began walking fearfully backwards when the soldier got up with his weapon. They boy tripped, and the soldier was suddenly standing over him. The small Finnish boy's eyes were wide with fear.
The soldier tossed his weapon to the boy, who caught it surprised. The soldiers cold eyes looked down upon the boy holding the weapon, and he began to talk in a clear voice that every one watching heard.
"Your brother died because he fought, just as my brother died because he too fought. Your brother died for freedom, for independance. My brother died for freedom as well. Does it make a difference whether or not they were on different sides, or is it what they died for?"
The boy was surprised, but he did not allow this golden oppurtunity pass him by. He cocked the weapon quickly, and aimed it straight into the eyes of the cold Scandinavian soldier. The boy stopped. Those deep, sad eyes stopped him. It was those eyes, full of regret and knowleadge which stopped him. The eyes of terrible war, terrible visions of promised false glory in battle turning into nightmares of artillery smoke and hell.
"You have not seen the horrors of war, the price we must pay for freedom, little boy. You think in terms of black and white. Rarely are things so simple. Shoot me, and see the price of vengance. Don't shot me, and feel the weight of regret. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Your brother faced the same problem. Just like my own brother."
The boy's hands quivered, and the gun shook from his nervousness in the face of the soldier. No one moved to help either the soldier or the boy, captivated by the play occuring in the town.
"My brother was different! He was different! He fought of independance, while you fight for empire! Its true, my daddy told me!"
The ignorance of youth was great. The soldier had once been like this boy. Full of ideas and idealism, knowleadge that the world woud be better. That he could make the world better. But the world didn't get better. It got worse. Kalmar burned, and Stockholm smoldered because of idealism. Ignorance of evil by the good breeds only more evil. Weapons keep peace against evil, and prevent unneccesary death, or so it seemed to him.
"Your brother's fight for independance lengthed our fight for peace against the Muscovite. For an final end to this war. You wish to believe all that your brother did was good, but his actions held up many soldiers that could have been better used against the Muscovites. Against those that threaten peace by attacking civilans in the dead of night. I know several soldiers whose own brothers, about your age, died without a fight in those terrible few nights."
A period of uneasy silence followed. Nothing moved, except the boys shaking hands. The barrel of the gun moved back and forth like a snake, prepared to strike in the unsteady hands of the boy.
"They were just like you. Full of idealism. Full of dreams to live in peace. Those dreams were crushed. They were Scandinavians, just like you are, and they died in the silent night because of an enemy that your brother allied with to fight us. To fight for freedom, when their ally takes freedom away from its own people, takes dreams from young boys in a hail of gunfire."
"You lie!" the boy screamed, his face red in angry. Everything he had known was slowly coming apart. "You lie! I'm not Scandinavian, I'm Finnish!"
"Are you?" the soldier returned. "You speak our tounge, and our soldiers attempted to protect you from the Muscovy armies until your 'Finnish' brothers struck out against their protectors, when they already enjoy more freedoms than any where else. It is our Scandinavian armies that save Finnish Scandinavians from the fate of Muscovy work camps. It is your Scandinavian brothers that die in the snow to protect your homes from Muscovy guns. And your brothers betrayal of that, forced us to turn our guns to his independance movement, to protect you from the Muscovites..."
The soldier reached out, grasped the gun. It fell from the boys hands easily. The Scandinavian soldier slowly turned away, the eyes of the entire Finnish center upon him.
"We are all not Saints, but we are all Scandinavians. It is our duty to protect, and when a group attempts to hinder that protection, no matter if they are German, Muscovite, or even Scandinavian, it is our duty to stop them so that we may protect. It is our duty, and it is not pretty. But war rarely is."
The boy watched the soldiers back as he walked away. He watched as the Sqaud of soldiers left to the boats. He watched with tears running down his face. Everything he had known was gone. The world was not black and white, it was grey. There was no great crusade. His brother died killing people sworn to protect him because he wanted more than what they could give him, even though they gave him more than what others had been given. All the while, tears fell from his eyes into the hard ground.
For the Ideals that were lost in the fires of War
North King
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Well see... ^_^
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
A BT should probably wait until the war's been completely finished.
Edit: Das, was my doubly lowered confidence another one of those stat reductions? If not, it should be at loving.
Edit: Das, was my doubly lowered confidence another one of those stat reductions? If not, it should be at loving.
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ThomAnder said:
In the ATL it was never under japanese control, but settled by Japanese and Dalnorossians/Buryut.
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