The Six-Months War; Take Two

It's okay Dreadnought. Get them to me whenever you can. No rush, to be honest, this update will take awhile, much like the last one. So, you'll have plenty of time.

That being said, I'd like to wish everyone a Happy Easter/Spring Holiday.

Members of the QA please check the Social Group ASAP.
 
I want play with Brazil civilization,I hope some one creat it some day.If some one knows about any information form anybody as creat Brazil writh here Ok ?Great Thanks !!!!
 
I want play with Brazil civilization,I hope some one creat it some day.If some one knows about any information form anybody as creat Brazil writh here Ok ?Great Thanks !!!!

I think you are in the wrong NES.

Anyway Brazil exists here and it is already taken.
 
I think he thinks this is a game of civ.. Because in forum games he did the same thing, with Brazil and mentioned UUs and stuff like that and asked when do we start and stuff like that.
 
very nice man!!I hope see Brazil in civilization!!!!!

Seeing as he is Brazilian, he may in fact be confused about what this is.

EDIT: What ZeletDude said.
 
AdrianoBrasil, this isn't a game of Civilization, it's an NES, a game played through text like Dungeons and Dragons. The nation Brazil is in this particular NES, but someone is already playing as it.
 
It's okay Dreadnought. Get them to me whenever you can. No rush, to be honest, this update will take awhile, much like the last one. So, you'll have plenty of time.

That being said, I'd like to wish everyone a Happy Easter/Spring Holiday.

Members of the QA please check the Social Group ASAP.

Phew, thanks dude, I was worried that I would mess everything up.

Orders either tonight or early tomorrow at latest.
 
Sounds good! Hope everyone is having a good Easter!
 
Berlin Times

GREAT WAR NEARS CONCLUSION

Today, in a grand speech made in the center of Berlin, Kaiser Wilhelm II announced that with the signing of the Treaty of London and the Treaty of Paris, the war with Britain and France, as well as several other Entente members is officially over. This announcement comes after 3 years of intense fighting, and the Kaiser has promised that with Britain and France no longer a problem, it will be only a matter of a few months before Russia, who has foolishly refused to sign peace, is forced to surrender. However, the terms of these treaties, shown below, make it clear that Germany and her allies have been the complete victors of this war.

Treaty of Copenhagen

Ever since Sweden’s imperialistic invasion of Denmark last year and the beginning of the Scandinavian War, Germany has been fiercely opposed to the aggressive movement of our northern neighbor. Although the Danes were driven from Denmark just three months ago, the saving grace for Denmark and her Norwegian ally came in the form of a German blockade of Swedish shipping. After only a few months of this blockade, in which several Swedish ships were sunk attempting to breakthrough, Sweden’s king, Gustaf V, was forced to sue for peace, due to the starving state of his country. The terms of the ensuing treaty called for a Swedish withdrawal from Denmark, as well as paying reparations.

Treaty of Barcelona

Due in part to the prospect of Great Britain’s withdrawal from the Iberian Peninsula, Portugal was forced to accept terms for peace made by Germany and Spain after fierce negotiating. The Portuguese were forced to pay several million dollars in reparations to Spain. However, the real achievement for Germany is the retainment of the northern part of Portuguese Mozambique. For those readers who are not informed, this territory was captured in a brilliant attack by the equally brilliant commander General Paul von Lettow-Vorbeck. Over the last year, Vorbeck has managed to quickly seize large tracts of Belgian Congo, and then quickly turn around to take most of Mozambique, with next to no casualties to speak off. At the same time, he managed to hold off any possible British attack from Sudan, all with a force no bigger than 30,000 men. General von Vorbeck is truly an exemplary commander, highlighting the German ingenuity and tactical brilliance that has helped win this war, and that is perhaps why he has been chosen to lead the newly formed Imperial Tank Corps.

Treaty of London

After last Britain’s embarrassing defeat in Italy, as well as the joint German-American blockade enacted over the British Isles, Britain was forced to sue for peace. After several weeks of negotiation, a very favorable peace was signed between Britain and Germany and her allies. The United Kingdom was forced to cede parts of Nigeria, all of their South African colony, parts of Sudan, and British New Guinea to Germany. Italy was also handsomely rewarded, gaining Egypt and northern Sudan. Also, an agreement has been worked out between the Italian and German governments, providing joint ownership of the Suez Canal. As well as giving up several other colonies worldwide, arms limitations were placed on Britain, most importantly capping the size of their navy. This clause will surely continue to aid the growth of the German navy into what is almost unquestionably the most powerful navy on the planet.

Treaty of Paris

Despite Russia’s refusal to agree to the reasonable terms laid down in the Treaty of Paris, peace has still been signed between Germany, Italy, France, and the Ottoman Empire. According to this treaty, parts of French West Africa and French North Africa were ceded to Germany. In France itself, borders were established along current trench lines, giving Germany a modest land gain. As well, Italy was ceded the city of Nice. Along with land concessions, France was forced to pay a several million dollars a year to Germany for the next 6 years, and a cap was put on the French military. Also, as a result of these arms limitations, Germany was given several dozen ships from the French navy. Although they will have to be remanned and brought up to German standards, these extra ships will greatly help the expansion of the German navy. Despite several disagreements over the fate of French Indochina, this treaty has been seen as a huge success.

Second Treaty of Belgium

Many readers may have been surprised to hear about the signing of the Second Treaty of Belgium, between Germany and the new Belgian Commonwealth. After many German lives were lost fighting in Belgium and securing the country for the safety of Germany from invasion, it was expected that the country would be annexed into the German Empire at the end of the war. These hopes seemed to be confirmed by the Treaty of Belgium last year, which basically gave Germany the right to rule Belgium. But when the Second Treaty of Belgium gave Belgium back to the Belgian government and King Albert, many were surprised and even outraged at the government’s decision. To quell these concerns, the Kaiser was able to take time out of his extremely busy schedule to meet with several members of the press. During the interview, Kaiser Wilhelm hinted at some of the secret back-stage negotiations that went on concerning the Treaty of Belgium. Although nothing was stated directly, the Kaiser implied that in the Belgian government handed over several top-secret documents concerning Entente strategy and troop displacements in exchange for the return of their country at the end of the war. One can only imagine the extreme importance of these documents, if they were valuable enough to be exchanged for a whole country, and we can only breath a shi of relief that whatever these plans were, they were thwarted and the Empire kept protected.

Imperial Tank Corps Forms

After the success of the American’s crudely named Warkers on the battlefield against the Confederacy and the freeing up of much of the national budget due to the end of most fighting, it was announced that the Imperial Tank Corps would be formed this year. Instead of the American design, plans have been drawn up for the new Hindenburg Light Tank, a faster and more efficient version of the Warker. It seems that the Kaiser has taken the Corps on as his pet project, showing much interest in its development and pressuring the Reichstag into providing a large amount of money to build the new tanks. He has even personally appointed General Paul von Vorbek, the mastermind of the brilliant East African campaign, to command the corps. Apparently, the Imperial Tanks Corps is due to become one of the most elite fighting forces in the German army. This has been partly shown by the fact that instead of being rushed off to the Eastern Front to fight the Russians, Von Vorbek has stated his plans to set up training facilities in German East Africa in order to give the Tank Corps elite training so that they may become the most efficient tank force in the world.
 
Fredericksburg, Virginia
Easter Monday, 1916​

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Somewhere down the line, someone was singing Dixie.

The notes drifted softly through the chill morning air, somehow cutting through early fog as the tune made its way along the banks of the Rappahannock, wherever the song faded, another broken man would carry the melody ensuring that it never fully diminished.

Cassus spat a bloody gob of phlegm onto the dewy soil and pulled the ragged, filthy sleeves of his tarnished Confederate uniform tighter about his cold flesh. Somehow, hearing the Southern ballad did little to lift his spirits. He starred down the line, across the seemingly endless multitude of Confederate prisoners, huddled together along the river. Some wounded, some already dead, they stayed like souls caught in limbo. Cassus was shaken from his thoughts by a sharp nudge at his right shoulder.

"Smoke?" came the gruff voice of the soldier at his right. Cassus turned and looked at the bloodied man. Over his eye was wrapped a soiled bandage that still held the faint embroidery of fine Virginian bedsheets, his drooping moustache was singed and curled and his blackened hands held a half bent excuse for a cigarette. Still, Cassus was thankful and swiftly scooped up the smoke. He popped the tobacco between his cracked lips and bent in as the man sparked a match. "Happy Easter."

Cassus eased back as he exhaled.

"Names, Geoffery, Frederick Geoffery" said the man as he extended his filthy hand.

Cassus gave him a bit of a puzzled look. "Cassus De Flèche" he said as he shook the mans hand. Cassus took another drag from his smoke and blew a great cloud which floated up toward the gray sky. "Frederick. Bit of a fitting name don't you think?" The man laughed and produced his own cigarette.

"I was named for this city, if you can believe it. My grandad was here in '62. Yup, met my grandmother when they were forced to take up in one of the estates where she and her family had been hiding."

"Well Godamn" Cassus said with a chuckle. A group of Yankee soldiers wandered down the line, bayonets fixed. In the past day or so since the fighting had ended many of them had taken to wearing gas masks at almost all times as a deterrent against the horrid smell that had engulfed the city as the great carpet of carcasses and stores began to take to rot.

One of the men, a sergeant, stopped and pulled down his mask, revealing a clean shaven, pompous looking young man. The other three soldiers stood at his flanks and attempted to stare down the Confederates from behind their great, circular eyes. Cassus heard shouting echo down the line, to his left and right.

"All right, you no good Johnny Reb bastards! I want to see each and every one of you dirt farming Southern monkeys on your miserable feet!"

With a great groaning the POWs creaked to their feet with a sound that reminded Cassus of being inside a ship during a storm. Several of the more critically injured simply collapsed, many did not rise at all.


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"On my command you miserable excuses for soldiers will about face and begin a quick march out of the city to be relocated to a United States Prisoner of War Camp." The young sergeant paused to let the information sink in. 'He's enjoying this too much' thought Cassus. 'Weakness.'

The sergeant then barked his order and the line began to shuffle northward.

"Not bad..." came a hoarse whisper from behind him. "No more war, no more fighting."

Cassus, eyes darting amongst the ranks and especially to the think, muddy reeds which grew tall along the water of the river, just off the road. "Speak for yourself, Freddy" grumbled Cassus. "I'm not one to relish spending the next few years of my life eating maggot infested grits behind Federal barbed wire."

They marched for almost two more hours, despite the "quick" tempo of the march the line barely crawled along, much to the frustration of the American officers, who soon took to beating the men to get them to continue. A young prisoner, who Cassus recognized by his accent as being a native of Florida, was shot when he refused to march any further. Cassus knew he had to figure a way out.

His eyes again began to scan his surroundings. To his left, a scattered covering of trees offered some promise of escape, but that way merely lead back to the blasted remains of the city and the bulk of the Union army. To his left was the river, the only viable option he could think of. Still, any attempt to make a break for it would surely end in a gunshot.

Salvation came in the merry whistling which caught his attention.

A young Union private had begun to lax from his assigned formation. Hen lagged behind the next soldier in front of him, for what was supposed to be a 15 yard spacing quickly slacked to 20, then 25. The young man was clearly bored and as a soldier, Cassus knew boredom lead to carelessness.

With the inconspicuous skill Cassus had tempered on the streets of his New Orleans upbringing, he wandered closer and closer toward the wandering private until he carelessly, yet masterfully, let his shoulder bump the man. The soldier spun around instantly, bayonet pointed directly at Cassus' beaten face. He tried his best to put on a confused and frightened visage.

"What in good f*** do you think you're doing? Get back in the bloody line!"

"Sorry, sir!" said Cassus as he shuffled back into formation, thrusting his hands into his pockets as his right one clasped the smooth casing of the Union grenade he had plucked from the private's belt.

He waited for his opportunity, let the private, briefly shook from his carelessness by Cassus, ease back into his comfort zone. Still, he waited until he was sure not a soul would notice. When the time came, he whispered back to Fred.

"In three seconds, hit the ground and pretend to be dead."

"What?"

In a single motion, Cassus yanked the pin from the explosive and rolled it back down the line, careful send it on a trajectory that wouldn't lend itself to Confederate injury. There was a moment of silent anticipation then...

BOOAAAAAAM!

Bits of wood and debris flew into the air, dirt stung the eyes and clouded vision. The explosion startled both the prisoners and Union soldiers and almost instantly, chaos broke out along the line. Gunshots cracked out as scared Confederate prisoners darted into the woods in fear.

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Before Cassus even had time to react, he saw Frederick bolt it toward the city. The private who's grenade Cassus had stolen dazedly raised his rifle to eye level and shot three shaking bullets into the fleeing man's back. Several more gunshots rang out and Cassus, finally getting his wits about him as the ringing in his ears subsided, stumbled a bit before grasping his stomach in mock injury. He wobbled about for a few seconds, ignored by the Union soldiers who were desperately attempting to regain control, until collapsing onto the ground, right where the earth tilted toward the river.

In his best show of acting dead, Cassus rolled down the tilt before collapsing with a splash into the Rappahannock, he let himself go limp and sink a few feet down until only his face, barely visible amongst the reeds and mud, poked up from the water.

It was not for many more hours, until the sun collapsed in the west, and the last vestiges of the POWs had marched off, that a small blotch in the moonlit reflection of the water began to slowly drift eastward...
 
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