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Finished: 09 PM Thu 20 Apr 17 UTC
Hello, Poland!
1 day /phase
Pot: 140 D - Autumn, 1915, Finished
Classic, Draw-Size Scoring
1 excused missed turn
Game won by Kharn Foerender (228 D)
15 Mar 17 UTC Autumn, 1903: "Vive le France, y Viva Espana!" He shouted back.
15 Mar 17 UTC Autumn, 1903: I'll do a German one next. Anyone wanna take turkey or Russia?
16 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: General Adolphus Von Strupp was a stern man, whose moods shifted between dour indifference and icy hate. He glared at the reports. The situation had been looking grim, beset on all sides, it took every ounce of German strength to merely hold the line. With the collapse of russia, and the new non aggression pact with england, things looked better than eve
16 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: Ever, yet still The Kaiserreich's position was not enviable. "I commend you Major with the recent conquest of Warsaw. I hear the Poles were clever a ting in the streets to be finally rid of the Czars."
16 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: Celebrating*
16 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: "They were Herr General, although it remains to be seen how well they take to the new conscription measures we will be instituting within the year. At the very least, whatever new forces they provide will make up for any potential losses on the western fro--"

"--I will brook no such talk of defeatism! For 3 years we have been at war, with no allies to speak. The Austrians have been useless, the Italians, French, English and Russians all pulled out their knives and Germany has not lost an inch of ground! Through our glory, we have cowed the English. Through our might and our cunning, we will swallow the East. And through our strength and our will, we shall drive the incompetent Italians and those bastard French to North Africa!"
16 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: "Jawohl mein Herr! Deutscheland Uber Alles!"
16 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: Keep coming out with these. They're fun to read.
16 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: Will do, it fills in the time ha ha.
17 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: "The Bosche are having a tough time of it, Sir. I haven't seen something this bad since the Zulu Wars. Maybe our fleet should have helped them?"

"Leftenant, you seem to be under the misguided notion we are somehow wed to Kaiser--"

"Well, I mean, the Royal Family is German nobi--"

"--that hardly matters these days. The Czar's family is just as German, and look at what good it did them between the Hapsburgs and the Hohenzollerns. No, this is age of Nations, not blood. Our holding of the channel, of the whole Atlantic, is of vital importance to the preservation of these islands, and our topmost concern."

"If only we could just bring the might of our Colonial forces to bear...maybe through some expanded form of diplomacy?"

"Unfortunately, this is a smaller scale war, we will have to make do. For now, we continue with Plan Blue. Secure the seas, then the coasts. We have the North, let us make our way South."
17 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: ____________________________________________________________________

(In Munich): "Avanti! Hey, Alessandro, this beer isn't so bad! I wish all our future conquests are this delicious."

"Ha, and the women aren't so bad either! They are as fierce and hairy as your wife, but much prettier."

"Bastardo! But yes, they are much prettier. The French have done a good job, although I hear Munich was only unoccupied because the German army is now rampaging through France."

"Two victories and no battles, I wish all of war was this simple...ah well let the French have some fun with that. We are secure, and news from Turkey should be arriving within the season. Ciao!"
17 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: "What about the Austrians? Why haven't they taken back Trieste? Have they acknowledged our rightful claims to the Mediterranean?"

The officer stared back meditatively. "We shall see, but I feel no real man would tolerate such a loss without recompense."

"Are the Austrians real men?"

"We shall see."
17 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: ----------------
(In Moscow)

Major Pytor Glazkov stood at his desk, a carefully loaded revolver by his side. The entire offensive had become a disaster. They had walked into Galicia to be greeted with open arms, the native Ruthenian population having longed chafed under the enforced poverty of Hapsburg and Polish dominance. They were going to finally unite the Slavs and true Christians of the world under the Czar, and though they were working with the hated Turks, when the time was right they would strike them too.

It had all come to naught. The Italians had been unexpectedly reticent, and the damned Austrians quickly redirected their forces. Those Hapsburg bastards even convinced their erstwhile allies into a disastrous decision, losing the so-called Juggernaut Bulgaria.
17 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: After that black day, things only fell apart. An attempted Western Offensive against a desperate Germany seemed to offer some hope of gains, but it collapsed in horror with the English occupation of St. Petersburg and the German "liberation" of Warsaw. a lone army stood in Moscow, awaiting orders that hadn't arrived in months. His men were scared, and knew that winter was fast approaching. The only thing that even spared them further suffering was the fighting that had occurred over the Ukraine.
17 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: The Kremlin was silent. The Czar was silent. And though he prayed and prayed, even God was silent. He stared again at the revolver at his desk.
17 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1904: (In Smyrna)

Somehow the sun felt different in Anatolia. The heat was stifling and even the ever-present sea breeze seemed subdued. Admiral Ameglio tugged at the collar of his stiff uniform frowning at the maps laid out before him. He should have been pleased, but he wasn’t. Smyrna may have held importance in the past with its strategic ports, but that time had passed leaving little honor in slaughtering the Turkish navy for such a trivial prize. The invasion of Constantinople though… now that was a different story.

His orders were simple - restore glory to the Regia Marina and the Italian Empire by bringing the city under Roman rule once more. Ameglio wistfully thought of his vineyards back in Naples. They would have a good harvest this year; he could almost taste the wine already. But such personal matters had to be set aside for now. Italy now rightfully ruled the Mediterranean, but no gains should ever be taken for granted. There were untrustworthy Austrians to be weary of, and the unspoken knowledge that the Turkish forces would put up a fanatical defense of their capital city didn’t allow for petty distractions.

Ameglio stared intently out at the sea, unsettled by both the smothering warmth and the knowledge of death to come. Duty called, and as the old saying went “Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
21 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1905: Ha ha almost free to move!
21 Mar 17 UTC Autumn, 1905: Autumn, 1905 (Ankara)

Mustafa Kemal sighed as he looked out over the fleet. The smell of fear hung in the air as they awaited the inevitable Italian assault. This last vestige of the sinking Ottoman cause was bottled up in Ankara, awaiting its inevitable destruction. He had graduated from the Ottoman Military Academy 3 years previously and sent straight to the frontlines, just in time to witness the destruction of the Army of Bulgaria at the hands of the perfidious Austrians. From that point there had been no respite for the Imperial Army. Just as he had finished supervising the land defenses of Constantinople when news arrived of an Italian landing at Smyrna, unopposed due to the cowardice of the fleet, which fled in disgrace to Syria. He had been among the first to recognize that with the fall of Smyrna, defeat was certain.

He was proud of his men. At least, those few who remained. Months had been spent erecting hastily-constructed trenches around the city, but in the end they hadn't stood a chance. Although they had fought almost to a man at Constantinople, the combined might of the Italians and Austrians had proved too much for them. He had been lucky enough to be loaded, unconscious, into a fishing boat just as the last bastion fell.

This was to be the end of the Ottoman Empire. Of this, Mustafa Kemal had no doubt, but it need not prove the end of the dreams of the Turkish people. He had seen great deeds done by the sons of Turkey, and he was sure that, with time and great leadership, they might do so again. The Italians would quickly weary of occupation of a foreign land and depart like so many would-be conquerors before them. From the ashes of this once great empire would rise, like a phoenix, a new Turkey.

He would likely perish with his men in Ankara, doing his duty to the last, but he went back to hsi tent satisfied that for the Turkish nation there could be no end.
22 Mar 17 UTC Autumn, 1905: Ha ha fucking beautiful!
22 Mar 17 UTC Autumn, 1905: Helmuth von Moltke, hats off to Mustafa Kemal and a new Turkey.
25 Mar 17 UTC Autumn, 1906: thank you
26 Mar 17 UTC Autumn, 1906: From his small room in the 7th arrondissement, Pierre Moreau had a splendid few of the Eiffel Tower. But the Chef de Battaillon did not have the time to admire his surroundings. English troops had finally reached Picardy. Moreau had always known that their arrival was inevitable. He just had no idea that they would reach the mainland so quickly. And now, they were a week's march away from Paris, the greatest city in the world, a center of culture and a symbol of the French people.

Moreau remembered better times. At its peak, France had spanned from the westernmost tip of Portugal to the Rhineland. When the French army had finally taken Belgium from the hands of the Germans, they were welcomed as liberators, as heroes. But their victory had been short lived. A military blunder of epic proportions had allowed an entire German army to slip into French territory. From there, Moreau and the rest of the French army had been forced to fight devastating battle after devastating battle, losing thousands in the process of taking back French cities and getting gradually beaten back by those bastard English. While the Italians were lounging on Turkish beaches and the Austrians were gallivanting through Ukraine, he and his men had been frantically marching through the French countryside, searching for the elusive German army.

For a few months, things had started to look better. Marseilles was under French control again and the Italians had made it into the Rhineland. The English fleets were being kept at bay.

But the military success of the French armies was like a house of cards: fragile and short-lived. An English fleet had been spotted as far south as Portugal, and the Germans had settled back into French territory. Moreau knew from the higher ups that France still had Italian support, but even the support of Italy and His Royal Majesty Craig (Moreau had been surprised to learn that Italy was led by a king named Craig) did not guarantee success.

For a brief second, Moreau looked up from his maps and charts. He stared out at the sprawling city before him. France truly was in dire straits. But the Republic had risen up before. He had no doubt that it would do so again. "Vive la liberté," he thought. "Vive la liberté!"
26 Mar 17 UTC Autumn, 1906: Gallivanting is a fairly accurate description. Marvelous work!
31 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1908: I can hold mid atlantic permanently since austria has no northern sea access and i have more areas to support it from. Kill france properly and we can draw
31 Mar 17 UTC Spring, 1908: i agree
01 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1908: Fuck, sorry guys, I went on a road trip east right after work and completely missed my turn
01 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1908: In theory, I could direct the crushing mass of my armies west.
01 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1908: Although honestly, the Danubian Federation is pretty content with all of its gains
02 Apr 17 UTC Autumn, 1908: My former Ruhr army will never forgive you Danubian Federation lol.
02 Apr 17 UTC Autumn, 1908: Fuck, I'm so sorry. I got the stomach flue too
06 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1910: how did mid atlantic even die when you didnt even attack it, did i miss a build phase
06 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1910: Yeah...
11 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1912: Oh youre not taking the rest of turkey? you sure youre not allied from the start of the game
12 Apr 17 UTC Autumn, 1912: i mean those 3 undefended would straught up give a win
12 Apr 17 UTC Autumn, 1912: Ha ha don't worry England, Italy and I had a strong alliance but it's more a build up to a world war
12 Apr 17 UTC Autumn, 1912: We also agreed to see the guy with 1600 pts defeated.
12 Apr 17 UTC Autumn, 1912: i will remember you two for the future. goes around.....
13 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1913: To be honest I expected to lose Anatolia a long time ago, but I appreciate the alliance Austria! And sorry Germany, all those game points made you far to tempting of a target.
13 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1913: Ah I can only hope, this was an abnormal game for me. Namely turkey and Russia not murdering me. They kept doing weird things with their military
13 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1913: its not being anti germany that makes you suspicous, its the fact that if hed just take those 3 he straight up wins without needing to chase a draw
13 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1913: italys also on 17, if you let him take london he straight up wins too
13 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1913: it makes no sense from a draw based point of view
13 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1913: It does make sense though. You're putting up a pretty good defense against Italy's fleets. I assume that as soon as Italy pushes his fleets through to London, Austria will take Constantinople. When Italy gets to Liverpool, Austria will take Ankara. And when Edinburgh falls, in the same turn, Austria takes Smyrna. It will be a two-way tie, where Austria and Italy both have 17 supply centers. It's pretty rare for that to happen, especially between Austria and Italy, but I think it's a testament to the strength of the alliance between them.
13 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1913: Oh don't worry England, I hate draws, I'd much rather fight a grinding war of attrition and strategic assault. The alliance served us well, considering we were both fighting from a targeted center. There were several times any concerted effort could have crushed either of us, and quickly forced a different plan to play out
13 Apr 17 UTC Spring, 1913: Crap, I still need to write a piece for the new empire. Honestly though I wish they had a time limit setting, once that went out the window, you do much slower, more sensible, and grand strategies
19 Apr 17 UTC I must say I'm impressed England. You've done one heck of a job holding your turf!
19 Apr 17 UTC Alright, the world ends! Prepare for glory and death and fire
19 Apr 17 UTC England, god speed. Italy, it's been a good run.
20 Apr 17 UTC thank you
20 Apr 17 UTC Good game everyone! Thanks for the epic alliance Austria, and well played England!

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