General_W
Councilor & Merlot Noble
oh - I'm sorry to hear that DNK 
hope everything is ok?
hope everything is ok?
PBEM game "Praetorian"
- Thread starter peter grimes
- Start date
1908 started (finally) 
That's too bad about not getting the time away - is there a chance you'll get some time after the new job starts? If I had to choose between a new job and time at the lake, I might wind up turning the job down!
That's too bad about not getting the time away - is there a chance you'll get some time after the new job starts? If I had to choose between a new job and time at the lake, I might wind up turning the job down!
General W? Have you finally resigned from your hopelessly untenable strategic position?
General_W
Councilor & Merlot Noble
oh man! I have the save? 
I'm sorry Peter & DNK... I totally forgot. I'll try to play it tonight, but I've already got plans to go out to dinner...
I'm sorry Peter & DNK... I totally forgot. I'll try to play it tonight, but I've already got plans to go out to dinner...
No worries... the only important thing is to remember to click 'Resign' before you hit enter 
General_W
Councilor & Merlot Noble
1908 to DNK... finally!
Wow - so sorry about that.
It won't happen again. No more company coming into town for a while - so I should be clear to play.
I may put off resigning for just a few more turns Peter... hope that's ok?
Wow - so sorry about that.
It won't happen again. No more company coming into town for a while - so I should be clear to play.
I may put off resigning for just a few more turns Peter... hope that's ok?
1910 started
General_W
Councilor & Merlot Noble
1910 - GPS to DNK
1910 - 22 turns after Erik was destroyed
1910 - An extra 2 turns of peace beyond what was promised under the Triumvirate alliance
1910 - The year the White Empire roused from it's sleep to at last strike back against the long string of injustices perpetrated against us by the Greeks. (please don't ask for details on this one...)
It's WAR!
Memo from the front:
Navy: Reports the loss of 3 Destroyers, HMS Oregon, HMS California, and the HMS Bob Hope. 1 Battleship was lost, the heroic HMS Gotham. ... but these brave sailors took many insidious Greeks with them straight to davey jones' locker... and made a giant stride forward in securing our east coast.
Air Force: Our new super-weapon, the Stealth Bomber, has preformed better than expected. Without a single loss, (though some bombers did have to turn back with significant damage due to heavier than expected flak from the Greek SAM units) these Bombers of the Future rattled windows up to 50+ miles away with the intensity of the bombing they unleashed on Quebec city.
Army: A victorious campaign to capture the long suffering town of Quebec City! Modern Armor performed spectacularly... though the defending troops were already pretty rattled from the constant bombing. The Sistine Chapel is now in the hands of the Empire... and prayers for peace have begun...
1910 - 22 turns after Erik was destroyed
1910 - An extra 2 turns of peace beyond what was promised under the Triumvirate alliance
1910 - The year the White Empire roused from it's sleep to at last strike back against the long string of injustices perpetrated against us by the Greeks. (please don't ask for details on this one...)
It's WAR!
Memo from the front:
Navy: Reports the loss of 3 Destroyers, HMS Oregon, HMS California, and the HMS Bob Hope. 1 Battleship was lost, the heroic HMS Gotham. ... but these brave sailors took many insidious Greeks with them straight to davey jones' locker... and made a giant stride forward in securing our east coast.
Air Force: Our new super-weapon, the Stealth Bomber, has preformed better than expected. Without a single loss, (though some bombers did have to turn back with significant damage due to heavier than expected flak from the Greek SAM units) these Bombers of the Future rattled windows up to 50+ miles away with the intensity of the bombing they unleashed on Quebec city.
Army: A victorious campaign to capture the long suffering town of Quebec City! Modern Armor performed spectacularly... though the defending troops were already pretty rattled from the constant bombing. The Sistine Chapel is now in the hands of the Empire... and prayers for peace have begun...
The people have risen, their voices loud, in one unified voice, crying out for the blood of the beasts. The Greeks, for so long our allies, friends, now turned. Turned completely towards the moon, their new god, the god of the werewolves. Their government, every establishment, institution, now run, in secret, by the beasts. We cannot sit idly by while our future turns dark, lit only by that faint ghastly glow on the Calcuttan deserts, the Wasteland moors, of the full autumnal moon, blotted out by the figures of hair and gnarled teeth, hunting for the flesh of the innocent.
So China must go to war again, against her will, to save not only herself but the world at large from this scourge. Our tanks, our infantry, our marines, press west to a fate they know not, but know they cannot hide from. Into the boreal forests tucked away in the valley of the wastes, into that cold and desolate crevice they march. Into the dark trees, the frozen ground, where the Greeks have not even dared to tread in so many years. Our gunships, flying over the flats of west Calcutta, skimming the endless stretches of sand, behind them the dust of a million Chinese troops and war machines looms over the future of eastern Greece, tall and wide it covers the sky.
Yet this great storm is but a small mark on the landscape to the pilots that fly so far above, so high they cannot be seen by the Greek gunners, their bodies transparent to Greek radar. Shards of nightmares, dark shapes, they rain down their chaos in black silence. Bolts of lightning from nowhere, the Greek landscape turns to fire, churns and dissolves into broken rock and mud. And above them all, the hourly patrols, metal clockwork on wings, their only comfort the high scream of the JG-110X jet engine. Their arms stretch outward, gray lines across the skies embracing the troops below in a streaming ceiling of safety, looking to greet Greek resistance with explosive fingertips.
China is going to war again, and we know not if we will see the end. We are thankful that, yet again, we have the dutiful peoples of the W Empire at our sides, ever faithful in our time of need, ever understanding of the true dangers of the Greek threat.
1912 AD, The Great War for Humanity begins.
So China must go to war again, against her will, to save not only herself but the world at large from this scourge. Our tanks, our infantry, our marines, press west to a fate they know not, but know they cannot hide from. Into the boreal forests tucked away in the valley of the wastes, into that cold and desolate crevice they march. Into the dark trees, the frozen ground, where the Greeks have not even dared to tread in so many years. Our gunships, flying over the flats of west Calcutta, skimming the endless stretches of sand, behind them the dust of a million Chinese troops and war machines looms over the future of eastern Greece, tall and wide it covers the sky.
Yet this great storm is but a small mark on the landscape to the pilots that fly so far above, so high they cannot be seen by the Greek gunners, their bodies transparent to Greek radar. Shards of nightmares, dark shapes, they rain down their chaos in black silence. Bolts of lightning from nowhere, the Greek landscape turns to fire, churns and dissolves into broken rock and mud. And above them all, the hourly patrols, metal clockwork on wings, their only comfort the high scream of the JG-110X jet engine. Their arms stretch outward, gray lines across the skies embracing the troops below in a streaming ceiling of safety, looking to greet Greek resistance with explosive fingertips.
China is going to war again, and we know not if we will see the end. We are thankful that, yet again, we have the dutiful peoples of the W Empire at our sides, ever faithful in our time of need, ever understanding of the true dangers of the Greek threat.
1912 AD, The Great War for Humanity begins.
I'm a little afraid to open the save, to be honest!! It seems that I'm going to need a couple of days to be sure to have the time to devote to this.
I can't believe that you guys jumped me just before I launched my impossibly well-thought-out preemptive attack!
that wasn't as bad as I expected!
what do you jerks have up your sleeves, I wonder 
World War Three is now joined
General_W
Councilor & Merlot Noble
Peter said:
I *almost* regret not getting to see that plan unfold. All those transports have been making me nervous for quite some time.
That said – I was the foot-dragger on this war… I kept thinking, "no… Peter is too nice. We can just stay at peace till the end…"
…
Boy, was I wrong!!
Good call, DNK!
(I should get time to play late late tonight – say, about 15 hours from this post)
EDIT: oh, and I totally LOVED your story DNK... that was awesome. You a literature major or something?
Yes, good call indeed... in no way was I just itching to put all those tanks and bombers to use before the game ended... no, not at all, I was being pragmatic and clairvoyant, yes, yes...
I was an English major. It was one of my many matieres du jour (I think that's right). Thanks
I've found that world wars bring out my creative side.
And yeah, if you must know, Peter, I pulled the strings on this one. Please send all your armaments my way. Actually, I'll just send mine your way. How's this... tomorrow, the Riches: I'll bring three divisions of armor, infantry, and gunships, plus two divisions of bombers. You bring what you like. We'll have a BBQ. GW can bring the beer, maybe you could bring some cups and plates. Unfortunately, my bombers have freed most of your livestock from their imprisonment (we're vegan warmongers, you know), so we'll have to find something else to eat... I suppose I could make an exception for some tasty weremeat
I was an English major. It was one of my many matieres du jour (I think that's right). Thanks
I've found that world wars bring out my creative side.
And yeah, if you must know, Peter, I pulled the strings on this one. Please send all your armaments my way. Actually, I'll just send mine your way. How's this... tomorrow, the Riches: I'll bring three divisions of armor, infantry, and gunships, plus two divisions of bombers. You bring what you like. We'll have a BBQ. GW can bring the beer, maybe you could bring some cups and plates. Unfortunately, my bombers have freed most of your livestock from their imprisonment (we're vegan warmongers, you know), so we'll have to find something else to eat... I suppose I could make an exception for some tasty weremeat
General_W
Councilor & Merlot Noble
Turn 1912 to DNK
2 More cities liberated this turn. We'll run up the W flag as soon the riotous flower throwing is over
And just remember that you stuck first with the dirty spy tricks, Peter
The Chinese First Army has taken and razed The Riches, as well as one of its wealthy eastern suburbs. The entire 1st Armored Division was needed to take the city, but a few casualties were suffered in 1st and 3rd Battalions of the 4th Brigade. The 2nd Battalion of the 2nd Brigade officially took the city, and is primarily responsible for the resulting bloodbath, with elements of the 1st Air Cav Division tearing apart the neighboring suburbs and surrounding infrastructure. The 1/1-1st Air Cav took part in a small skirmish beneath the southern peaks of the Sierra Madres, where it easily defeated the inferior Greek gunships stationed there.
In the air campaign for the Riches, the 289th Bomb Wing was lost (the Fighting Paper Airplanes), with some other wings taking moderate casualties.
Chinese work groups are already laying down tracks for the Great Railroad, which will one day stretch from Beijing to Athenjing.
No longer will Calcutta be in danger of werewolf invasions. Its citizens can, for once, sleep peacefully knowing they are finally safe. The umbrella of Chinese protection pushes ever further out. The deserts having been combed, the land lies quiet and lifeless, scattered with the smoldering remains of a once fearful enemy, now nothing more than charred bone. The metal juggernaut aims west, towards the once glistening towers of the rich suburbs, now darkened by the coming storm, its residents having now deserted in anticipation of the ensuing destruction. They are ghost towns, killed not by arms but by fear. But they will be exorcised soon by our Chinese priests, clad in their depleted uranium vestments with their 120mm steel staffs, spraying their righteous and holy liquid napalm across the possessed land.
The Chinese Second Army remains holed up in the boreal forests of the wastelands. After heavy bombardment and ambushes they have been forced to halt their advance and have dug in for a bitter winter. Medic units have arrived and have begun healing the wounded, although they anticipate it will be some time before the units are back to full strength. They are awaiting reinforcement brigades that are still assembling in the Chinese interior. But they fear those reinforcements may not arrive in time. The distant howls of beasts cloud their thoughts, their hands perpetually welded to their rifles with ice and fear. Sleep is a rare treat for these men; the forest itself appears to swirl around their camps in the dark, but they are reassured that it is nothing more than the circling of the moon slaves, thousands of wiry manes simply creating the illusion of moving bark and debris.
1914 AD
In the air campaign for the Riches, the 289th Bomb Wing was lost (the Fighting Paper Airplanes), with some other wings taking moderate casualties.
Chinese work groups are already laying down tracks for the Great Railroad, which will one day stretch from Beijing to Athenjing.
No longer will Calcutta be in danger of werewolf invasions. Its citizens can, for once, sleep peacefully knowing they are finally safe. The umbrella of Chinese protection pushes ever further out. The deserts having been combed, the land lies quiet and lifeless, scattered with the smoldering remains of a once fearful enemy, now nothing more than charred bone. The metal juggernaut aims west, towards the once glistening towers of the rich suburbs, now darkened by the coming storm, its residents having now deserted in anticipation of the ensuing destruction. They are ghost towns, killed not by arms but by fear. But they will be exorcised soon by our Chinese priests, clad in their depleted uranium vestments with their 120mm steel staffs, spraying their righteous and holy liquid napalm across the possessed land.
The Chinese Second Army remains holed up in the boreal forests of the wastelands. After heavy bombardment and ambushes they have been forced to halt their advance and have dug in for a bitter winter. Medic units have arrived and have begun healing the wounded, although they anticipate it will be some time before the units are back to full strength. They are awaiting reinforcement brigades that are still assembling in the Chinese interior. But they fear those reinforcements may not arrive in time. The distant howls of beasts cloud their thoughts, their hands perpetually welded to their rifles with ice and fear. Sleep is a rare treat for these men; the forest itself appears to swirl around their camps in the dark, but they are reassured that it is nothing more than the circling of the moon slaves, thousands of wiry manes simply creating the illusion of moving bark and debris.
1914 AD
Ack! I didn't realize the save was with me. I'll try to play within 24 hours
Werewolves are roaming freely in the wastelands that were devastated in the first World War. Unopposed, they have free reign in the ancient ruins of Canukistan. 
I'm a little surprised you both took the bait, to be honest. The were-army will soon be feasting on the uncorrupted flesh of newly-killed Chinese and Empirians
1914, The Year of Blood
I'm a little surprised you both took the bait, to be honest. The were-army will soon be feasting on the uncorrupted flesh of newly-killed Chinese and Empirians
1914, The Year of Blood
