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Two mostly unrelated wars in Europe and the Pacific? Who ever heard of such a thing.
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ZiegeDame posted:Looking forward to two simultaneous and unrelated world wars. Probably won't be unrelated for long 
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Xelkelvos posted:Probably won't be unrelated for long Hey I've seen this one before.
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It's almost as if this may be yet another Great War.
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Jul 1, 2021 00:55
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Kangxi posted:It's almost as if this may be yet another Great War. I don't believe it, we've got a series of regional conflicts involving overarching ideologies competing on the worlds stage for space and hoping to stave off annihilation.
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Flesnolk posted:Nora did a version in colour, too:
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So, what is the betting we are going to end up having to shove in the fascists and then go and bail out the various liberal/democratic regimes?
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Jul 1, 2021 13:51
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Why would we do that when we could W O R L D R E V O L U T I O N.
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karmicknight posted:Why would we do that when we could W O R L D R E V O L U T I O N. Let's stay in the realm of the possible for now, shall we! I did want to ask though, what does the Byzantine research and other set up look like now? Are we finally going to be rid of the "you are still building toasters" icon?
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Josef bugman posted:Let's stay in the realm of the possible for now, shall we! We did the focus to get rid of Byzantine Abundance at some point or other, although I'm not sure which post that happened in off the top of my head. We should be getting a better look at the production situation in the next post. Probably. Maybe.
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Empress Theonora posted:We did the focus to get rid of Byzantine Abundance at some point or other, although I'm not sure which post that happened in off the top of my head. That's fine! I am just excited to see what happens. I am also worried that we may end up at war with the French next time, though at least we dealt with our two minor conflicts fairly quickly. That's giving me a bit of hope!
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 PART EIGHTY-ONE: The Third Great War (June 24, 1939 - April 10, 1941) Erinna Papadopoulou, like her lover Iouliana Erdemir, kept extensive diaries during the 1930s and '40s-- one of the most tumultuous periods in world history. Papadopoulou, then mostly known as the daughter of the famous Field Marshal Theodora Papadopoulou and a silver medalist in fencing at the Games of the IX Olympiad), took a very different approach to recording her thoughts than Erdemir (affectionately referred to as "Julie" in Papadopoulou's diary) did; whereas the tribune did her best to write a meticulous and accurate record of events, Papadopoulou's diary entries were much more freewheeling-- a patchwork of impressionistic prose, collages, clippings from periodicals, photographs, and even the occasional sketch. In subsequent decades, her work was recognized as artistic accomplisment, but until recently its historical value has been underestimated. Editor's notes are in italics. Meryem [Terzioğlu, wife of Evgenia Exteberria] asked Julie and I to sit for a portrait. She'd painted Julie and I separately before, but she wanted the both of us together. "A couple like you two," she'd said on the phone, "ought to be known by posterity." "I'm not gonna say no to a Terzioğlu of myself and my girlfriend, but we aren't that special," I demurred. "Do you know how many women like us have been elided from history?" asked Meryem, with the air of a professor inviting a favored-but-wayward student into a Socratic dialogue. "No," I admitted. "Exactly," said Meryem, "History books make it seem like between Sappho and Julia Radziwill, women in the Near West just stopped loving women for something like twenty-three hundred years before suddenly winking back into existence in the drat Baroque era. And even admitting that much is new. Wasn't so long ago-- in the great scheme of things-- that history books called Julia and Juno 'close friends and confidantes' and literary tradition still had it that Sappho's story ended with Phaon." I envy her utter certainty that there would be a posterity to either forget or remember us, given the, well, you know:   A clipping from Constantinople Courier, July 8 1939 edition: quote:JAPAN DENOUNCES PLANNED MING NAVAL EXERCISES That aside, I did think it would be nice to have a painting of Julie and I, so off we went to the comfortable little townhouse Meryem and Ev shared in Phanárion.  Of course, the moment Julie and Ev were in a room together, they more or less immediately started talking shop. Well, I think it was talking shop; their conversation consisted of a bewildering series of statistics, acronyms, and numbers, which could have either been some extremely technical discussion of the Intelligence Secretariat's latest research into cryptography or an argument the woebegone state of the Byzantion Crimson's batting. Or possibly both. Meryem and I could barely understand a word of it, but the tribunes seemed to be enjoying themselves.    In any case, it was an pleasant night with some old friends, which is not the sort of thing Julie has time for often these days. Also, Meryem's sketched out the portrait and it is very cute. The trip back to the House of the Golden Horn was miserable, though. The government's been expanding the rail network ever since Julie signed some big infrastructure bill the Ekklesia passed, which is good in the long run, but for the moment means a bunch of the local lines are shut down, which means more people driving cars, which means traffic jams from here to the Sea of Marmara. "Hoist by my own petard," Julie murmured to herself, amused with herself, as our driver slowly inched the car down the Mese.  July 19th, 1939. Old Lai Ang's rapidly disappearing from the map. Julie bundled off to an emergency session of the Ekklesia.   Turned on the radio for more news. But Lai Ang vanished from the airwaves, too, banished by news of shots exchanged at the Bonin Islands.  Third Great War started.  Well, the Ming have branded it "the Jimao War", after the current year of the sexagenary cycle; Zhang's regime is very brand-conscious, as always. But it's the Third Great War. The forces of the World Prosperity Organization and the Allies come sallying forth, by land and by sea.      The al-Said Sultanate's been invited into the Allies, and so their fight against the invading Somalians and Ming was folded into the larger war. (Does that mean the Third Great War retroactively started several months ago? Or did it not count until Great Powers started going at it?)  Julie's going to be some time at the Magnaura, then.   Called Meryem to let her know we won't be making the next sitting for our portrait.  A very bad week.  There's an eerie sense of calm across the Byzantine Commune. Everyone going through the motions, waiting for the Big One to hit us, too. The zeitgeist is decidedly somber-- funereal, even.    The General Staff has ordered military exercises across the frontier. Gallic invasion is a matter of if, not when; all we can do is prepare as best we can, as long as we can.    'Peace' endures for the moment, but training, equipping, mobilizing an army to fight the sort of war that's looming over us is already an endeavor massive enough to upend everything.    The fascists want us dead. Every one of us. In spirit or in body.  They will see everything on the European subcontinent-- all our peoples, all our history, thousands and thousands of years of stories and culture-- reduced to blank perfection, unchanging and eternal. Mimeographed selections from Tacitus's Agricola, 30 quote:The extremity of Britain is now disclosed; and whatever is unknown becomes an object of magnitude. But there is no nation beyond us; nothing but waves and rocks, and the still more hostile Romans, whose arrogance we can not escape by obsequiousness and submission. 4 These plunderers of the world, after exhausting the land by their devastations, are rifling the ocean: stimulated by avarice, if their enemy be rich; by ambition, if poor: unsatiated by the East and by the West: the only people who behold wealth and indigence with equal avidity. To ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles, they call empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace. A desert, called peace.  Small bit of good news: Clippings from the Athens Journal of Foreign Policy, week of September 29, 1939: quote:[...]Following the ousted President Azim Derya's tacit if grudging acceptance of the bloodless dissolution of the old Azerbaijani Republic, the socialist government led by provisional president Atabala Urxanoğlu looks to be firmly in control of Tabriz[...]  quote:[...]with WPO troops at the gates of Iran, Azerbaijan's 'sister-republic' established alongside it by Noor Sallajer as she reorganized the fallen Roman Empire's easternmost provinces, Urxanoğlu has responded positively to the overtures of the Red Rose Pact. The fledling Azerbaijani Commune wants to avoid being drawn into the crossfire of the intra-capitalist struggle between the WPO and the so-called 'Allies', but still seeks the protection of a supranational bloc.   The Allies are having some difficulty in the land war, it seems. A combined Silla-Japanese-Hindustani army has been attempting to hold the line on the Korean peninsula, but against the full weight of the Ming mainland, it's a Sisyphean endeavor.  Volunteers from the North German Federation and Marathas(!!! Mutual loathing of Zhang Zhulin makes for strange bedfellows, it seems) are moving up to join the main Allied armies on the frontline, but it feels like that boulder's not rolling back uphill.  Can't help but worry we're seeing the future of the Italian peninsula played out in advance on the opposite hemisphere.  Most of Sillan Siberia is still under Allied control-- a Ming army under Field Marshal Wang Chengdong and General Ha Rongzhao is beginning to push them back from the frontier, but the balance of the territory is still controlled by a combined Japanese-Sillan army group under the overall command of Field Marshal Matsudaira Tsukasa.    Field Marshal Wang Chengdong and General Ha Rongzhao, WPO Army Group Korea.  Field Marshal Matsudaira Tsukasa, Allied Joint Forces Pacific Command There's enough war news in the air that I'm so on edge that when Julie started talking about her displeasure at 'Vienna's successes against the Commune' I half thought the war had finally broken out.   She was just talking about the European Classic, though. I will never, ever understand baseball. I can't conceive of a less elegant sport. Everyone is operating at such a remove from one another-- a batter and a pitcher might face off, but never truly take the measure of one another as they would if they dared meet blade-to-blade on the fencing-piste.  That's just not how war works anymore, though. Maybe in a few centuries, blasting one another to smithereens with howitzers or battleships will be an Olympic sport instead, with wars fought in some still more horrifying way.   Julie was showing me schematics for some of the technology the Commune hopes to employ to avoid our own little repeat of the Lightning War. "Landships and landship accessories," I murmured. Julie threw a pillow at me, but she laughed.   Anniversary celebrations for the 1884 Revolution, like everything else going on in Byzantion, are strange and subdued. It's never quite a joyous occasion, not in this city, the site of the Massacre of the Ten Thousand, the one place the Republicans really tried to stick the boot in. Mom was there and barely ever talks about it (except to say "It was chickenshit compared with the First Great War,"), but I've heard enough to know it's not exactly an occasion for dancing in the streets. Still, even given that, there was clearly something heavy in the air as Julie gave her speech. Mom leaned over to me as we listened. "This feels like a god-damned funeral," she said.  A whirlwind tour of the war: Fighting's reached the suburbs of Seoul. Allied lines in Korea seem like they just fell apart after Pyongyang was lost-- although it's hard to say, since one imagines both sides' press accounts of the battle for the peninsula are heavily censored.  Things are going better for the Allies in India, though. Not only was Ming general Cai Wenli's invasion thwrarted, but Hindustani troops have marched right into Shigatse prefecture.   General Cai Wenli, of WPO Army Group Hindustan Iran, too, has seen the Allies hold some Ming territory, although it still seems like things on that front are at a stalemate overall.    Field Marshal Cabdule Jilicow and General Otgonbayan Garamjav of WPO Army Group Persia   Generals Utsonomiya Reisa and Imagawa Seinosuke, Allied Expeditionary Force - Iran The beleaguered al-Said Sultanate has arguably benefitted from becoming just another front in the Jimao War. When facing the Somalian Republic alone, the sultanate faced near-certain annihilation. Now, however, their once-crumbling pickets have been bolstered by a sizable Haida-led Allied expeditionary force and even a smattering of volunteers from the Red Rose Pact. (Not Byzantium, though-- We're hard-pressed enough to guard our own frontiers, Julie told the Ekklesia. We can't spare the troops to intervene in an intra-capitalist squabble, not with the wolves at the door and looking for a moment's weakness to fall upon us.)   General Berehanu Gedeyon, WPO Army Group Tripoli   General of the Army Meriko Aperahama and General Tetua-umeritini, Allied Joint Forces North Africa Command War's already spilling over the bounds of the rival WPO-Allied blocs. Great Zimbabwe is not only not a member of the Allies, but it doesn't even have any political or ideological tie to them (save the existence of capitalism, I suppose)-- it's an absolutist monarchy. It wound up fighting with the Allies anyway.   Even Avalon has become a theater of the war; the outcome of the struggle of the Lenape Republic against a joint invasion by the Haida and Zheng He Bay isn't in doubt, but they aren't going to give up Mannahatta without a bloody and costly fight first.  This has led to something that must be a historical rarity: wars being fought on nearly every continent besides Europe. The clock is ticking, of course.  Still, the sheer appalling scale of the a Great War as fought on the cusp of the 1940s has at least partially vindicated Julie's policies of rearmament and military build-up in the eyes of the electorate.   So she's expected to cruise back into the reelection with a fairly substantial Ekklesia majority at her back.   So there's that, at least.  A clipping from Constantinople Courier, January 1 1940 edition: quote:ALLIES TAKE HAINAN   Admiral Hisako Nobusawa quote:The announcement comes following a spate of bad news for Allies from elsewhere in the Asian theater, with northern Silla occupied with few prospects for relief, the situation in the south rapidly deteriorating, and WPO troops advancing all across the thousands of miles-wide Siberian front.   quote:When asked if Hainan would function as a staging point for further amphibious Allied actions, the Navy spokesperson declined to comment, citing operational security.  The Red Army continues to grow, and grow better armed.      "Good thing the communists won in Indochina," quipped Julie.  Allies have indeed decided to use Hainan as a springboard for crossing the Qiongzhou Strait. Prematurely, surely? If the Allies can't even hold down Silla, a heavily fortified member of their Alliance, I'm not sure how they expect any beachead to hold without being instantly pushed into the sea.  At least Japan can probably absorb the losses, though. The Lenape Republic has successfully knocked Zheng He Bay out of the war, but with most of their territory-- including their all-important, oil-rich colonies on the Gulf of Mexico-- under Haida occupation, it's a Pyrrhic victory at best.  [Here, Papadopoulou has cut out haidagraph of a tombstone and pasted it onto the page]  [A second, slightly smaller tombstone]  Seoul fell, and within a few weeks, the entire Allied front in Silla disintegrated.   Silla's set up a government in exile in Kangwon, and they still have troops in the field in the rapidly-shrinking part of Siberia still controlled by the allies, but the Korean metropole's lost.   The Sillan rump state's just a shadow of its former stuff.  Jesus, the casualty reports.  And it's going to be like that here, too.  Sooner rather than later. Everyone knows it. I haven't been sleeping well, lately. "Join the club," said Julie; who hasn't slept well in the whole time I've known her.  Julie's off to some diplomatic summit in Hungary. "Time to hold my nose and make nice with the Müllerists," she said, on our way to the aerodrome, where she'd get on a westbound plane and then I'd be driven back to the House of the Golden Horn alone.  In her absence, I find myself bored, and quite lonely. The feeling of limbo that's hung over Byzantion since the Third Great War set the Pacific aflame is pronounced, so close to the center of the Byzantine Commune's political apparatus, so far from the woman at its heart. I can't decide if the fact that whenever I turn on the radio to listen to a news broadcast, I can hear her voice-- mouthing platitudes about "the fraternal bonds of Global socialism", perhaps, gritting her teeth and declaring her adamant support of a man I know for a fact she detests (The feeling is likely mutual; however, Juhasz Zsigmond needs Iouliana Erdemir much more than Iouliana Erdemir needs Juhasz Zsigmond.)-- is a comfort or a painful reminder.  Is this what the war's going to be like, when it comes here? Pacing around the House of the Golden Horn in solitude, while Julie's nothing more but a voice on the wind or a name on a page, a constellation of grainy photographs and staticky speeches?  And the world burns all the while.  Just reread those last few entries. Rather grim, really. Spirits considerably lifted once Julie's plane touched down at Makrohori, and still more once she was safely deposited at home. She's asleep now-- fitful as usual-- but her mere presence soothes. The next day she toured a Red Navy fleet that put in at Byzantion. Still comes down to war preparation in the end, but I'd be fibbing if I said we didn't make a pleasant day of it. Standing on the deck of great ships, sunlight and crisp sea air blowing in off the Bosphorus on our faces, all the beauties and wonders of Byzantion making a lovely vista of the horizon. She knew the admiral from the Second Great War, apparently. Julie introduced her to me; her name is Hypatia Kiyohara. ("You know, like, Sei Shonagon's real name," sayeth Admiral Kiyohara, as if that meant anything to me.) She swore like... well, like a sailor (I suppose that's not just a cliché after all). Julie fit right in; for the afternoon, gone was the forty-year-old politician bearing half the world's weight on her shoulder-- she was again the gallant young naval officer, with all the world opening up before her. She still didn't swear, though.  Anyway, some new kind of aircraft carrier (that looks like all the other aircraft carriers to me, but I'm told is quite advanced) was made the fleet's flagship. A short speech, a smattering of applause from the gathered sailors and press corps, and a rather dreadful rendition of the Internationale playing from a tinny speaker.  Later: Looked up Sei Shonagon and apparently she's some sort of horny Heian era author and diarist. Well, whatever, I guess.  Some organization reforms to the Red Air Force Julie was pushing for made it through the Ekklesia and onto her desk. New Air Force chief seems to know a thing or two about aerial warfare.   The Intelligence Secretariat's been building up a pretty hefty technological lead over their Gallic counterparts (The so-called "Frumentarii"), because there's no organ of state that the fascists won't come up with a silly name for). Plenty of new toys for Ev and her people to play with, especially in the fields of cryptography.  Apparently we've actually decrypted enough of the French military ciphers (The Muri Aureliani; see above point re: silly names) that the Intelligence Secretariat has a fairly good picture of the overall state of imperial military readiness. The Intelligence Secretariat has dubbed this steady stream of signals intelligence "The Visigoth Intercepts", because Byzantines can give things cheeky names, too.  The Allies are confident enough in their naval control of the Pacific that they've actually launched a raid on Shanghai itself. Given the overwhelming Ming advantage in the land war, the chance that the Japanese can hold it for any appreciable length of time are basically nil, but it's still a big propaganda win send the Zhang clique running inland and take a bunch of haidagraphs of republican troops marching down the Bund and waving the tricolor.  On the other hand, Allied casualties already far outpace WPO ones, so I have to question the wisdom of wasting further troops in an action that will have very little long-term impact.  Sure enough, in a little over two weeks, Ming forces had regained control not just of Shanghai proper but the entire Yangtze Delta. Was it worth it? I can't imagine having to make decisions like that. And yet...  Pretty soon, that's the scale of decision Julie's going to be making. And what will I be doing?  Julie came home ashen-faced, expression grim, bags under her eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked, "Did something happen?" "The Visigoth Intercepts," she answered, whisper-quiet. "France is expected to be at a state of total military readiness for large-scale operations against the Red Rose Pact in less than two months. We have less than two months."  And so our brief reprieve from the bloodletting of the Third Great War enters its last days.  Troops massing all along the frontiers. RRP navies and troop transports leaving their ports. Full wartime conscription measures have already been put in place. It's really happening.   My number came up.  I... I want this, I think. Told this to Julie. "Erinna," she said, "It's going to be a bloodbath out there in seventy days." "I know," I said, eyes downcast, letting my gaze linger on the intricate geometry of one of the House of the Golden Horn's Persian carpets instead of having to see what expression she had. "We need people working behind the lines, too," she said, an uncharacteristic quaver in her voice, "In the War Secretariat's offices, or in signals intelligence, or--" "You know that wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't be just." "Please," she said, "Please, permit me this one weakness." I finally dared meet her eyes. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, but more than that, she looked afraid. I gathered her up in my arms; her shoulders were trembling. "You know how that would look. I can't make you compromise yourself like that," I murmured, "And... and I want do everthing I can to protect this beautiful Commune." She sniffled. "O-of course... of course." But that still wasn't quite it. The feeling swelling in my heart was something different than mere patriotism, something entirely more powerful. "I want to do everything I can to protect you. If... if the Commune is overrun, if the government falls, if the fascists take Byzantion-- if they get their hands on you, then--" A brittle laugh. "Bullet in the back of the head if I'm lucky. Show-trial if I'm not." "If-- if putting my body between the fascists and Byzantion makes that even one thousandth of one percent less likely, I'll do it. I have to. I couldn't live with myself if I did anything less." "Erinna... oh, Erinna." She clung to me tightly; Odysseus lashed to his mast. "I know," I said softly. *** I set off to report for induction amidst reports of WRE troops massing along the Russian border; mobile reserves that had been kept back from the frontlines were now rushing east to meet them if they attacked. When they attacked.  But there's a flurry of activity all across the frontiers. All around the Red Rose Pact, really-- Ghanaian troop transports are already arriving in the Mediterranean.    And the Ayitians and Nova Scotians are beginning the long Atlantic crossing.  Had less time to write lately. For obvious reasons; training and such. They've put me on the officer's track, so I suppose in time I'll be a second lieutenant with a platoon to my name. Have to wonder if it's actually based on my experience or skillset, or just my last name? Of late, Great Britain seems to be particularly singled out for Valeria's wrath. Lots of talk of "our sovereign interests in Britannia." Typical Valerian triple-speak, really-- the old school French reactionaries and nationalists who back her regime think of the territories the old Kingdom of France held on the island-- Cornwall, for example-- before the 'century of humiliation' that began in 1836. But Britannia was also one of the provinces in Postumus's little Gallic Empire in the Crisis of the Third Century. And, of course, it was part of the Roman empire proper, whole and indivisible and eternal, the fact that Roman rule over Britannia was less than four hundred years of the 1,800 some-odd years in between the rise of Augustus and Alexios V getting his head cut off.  Military planners are expecting the first major WRE thrust to come along the Danube, though-- and that is where I'm headed, among all the newly-raised divisions reinforcing General Nadine Hau-Fang's Army of the Danube.  Julie saw me off. And so did a gaggle of reporters.  Clearly intruding on a private moment, but, well-- I thought of what Meryem was saying last year about whether history would remember women like us. There are worse things than an achingly human moment becoming an icon.  And all the while, the clock ticks down.   And the world's pillars shake.  And crumble.  Thus on April 10, AD 1941 began the Near Western twin of the Jimao War, the other side of the Third Great War's coin.   The Imperial War.  The first shots were fired as the Gallic and British Navies battled for control of the Channel.  But within hours, the WRE was assaulting RRP positions up and down the Danube. Right where I'm headed as I write this, sitting on a train slowly making its way northwest of Byzantion.  Found a note in my pocket; Julie must have slipped it in there when she said good-bye. [A note in Tribune Iouliana Erdemir's handwriting] quote:I would rather see her lovely step WORLD MAP, APRIL 10, 1941 
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It's show time, folks.
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Jul 10, 2021 01:33
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Sylvester Mars, the Most Venerable and August Patriarch of Rome Oh hell, here we go.
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See you on the other side Comrades.
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Oh my dear God Jesus. All that is in just under two years. Love this update. Great as ever. I'm completely filled with dread at what comes next. Please stay safe Erinna 
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Jul 10, 2021 03:03
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The french will bleed themselves dry before Christmas and we'll have a Red Europe before you can even say 1942
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Jul 10, 2021 03:26
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Well this is going to suck. Hope it sucks worse for the fascists I guess.
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Jul 10, 2021 03:47
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I'm wondering whose gonna develop nukes first (and how they use them).
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Jul 10, 2021 04:17
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This is going to be a bloody mess, but it'll be worth it to drive the fascists into the sea.
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I don't like those numbers in the war ledger. But we didn't start this war.
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Jul 10, 2021 05:27
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We can save some space and list who’s currently not at war.
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Jul 10, 2021 05:58
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Not super excited about the WPO beating down the Allies; ideologically they seem the more likely of those two sides to turn on us when they're done with their current struggle. Hopefully the twin great wars don't get conjoined until we're at enough of an advantage to handle a new entrant.
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It's important to keep in mind - the WRE is confined to Europe. We have a pretty much untouchable bastion across the Atlantic, who can sail on over and give us troops pretty much without molestation. The geography of this war is on our side.
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ThatBasqueGuy posted:The french will bleed themselves dry before Christmas and we'll have a Red Europe before you can even say 1942
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ThatBasqueGuy posted:The french will bleed themselves dry before Christmas and we'll have a Red Europe before you can even say 1942 
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I'm not sure I've ever seen a 4 faction great war, it's pretty anxiety inducing. Hopefully the less poo poo liberals stop doing insane offensives that waste lives so casually.
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Tulip posted:less poo poo liberals ???
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I bounced off hard on HoI, how much of this is set up by the scenario and how much of it is Paradox AI doing Paradox AI things?
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kw0134 posted:I bounced off hard on HoI, how much of this is set up by the scenario and how much of it is Paradox AI doing Paradox AI things? Pretty extensively hand-crafted. HoI4's AI is reliant on focus trees to do much of anything, and the game doesn't exactly come with focus trees suited to the Byzantine Mega-Campaign.
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Well it's finally happening! If Erinna dies we riot. Also I have little to no experience with HoI 4, what do the numbers mean on the Imperial-British War ledger? The note on the Sexagenary cycle was interesting, I can only imagine the pain caused by converting dates and times between different calendars in this timeline.
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Empress Theonora posted:"Landships and landship accessories," I murmured. I tell you what 
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zealouscub posted:Well it's finally happening! If Erinna dies we riot. The Green Man column represents division counts i.e. how many troops the countries have. The next one, with the Building icon, is a factory count, both military and civilian factories. The Red Skull represents casualties, of which there are none since the war only just started. EDIT: And the one before the Green Man is war contribution, I think. As in how much a country is responsible for the war effort, translating to bargaining power in a peace deal.
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LJN92 posted:The Green Man column represents division counts i.e. how many troops the countries have. The next one, with the Building icon, is a factory count, both military and civilian factories. The Red Skull represents casualties, of which there are none since the war only just started. Worth noting that the green column doesn't tell you what kind of divisions those are or how good they are -- they could be Italian halfsizes, Soviet doublewides, American hell-trucks, they'll all still show up as one division in that column. The red column, meanwhile, shows direct man numbers. So what the green column tells us is that the Red Rose Pact's divisions outnumber the WRE's. However, the WRE with the singular exception of Portugal is concentrated entirely in Europe. The WRE's local power over the heart of the European alliance is pretty sharp, but if the whole RRP can bring its numbers and its naval might to bear, they can outmaneuver and box in the WRE. In the initial, though, there's going to be some pretty heavy attacks.
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However, defending is easier than attacking without breakthrough/air superiority, so long as the red rose pact has a strong plane count and can prevent any breakthroughs, the superior numbers are just a logistical problem for the fash eating up all of their supply if the concentrate too much.
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Jul 11, 2021 11:52
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And the Red Rose pact has about twice the industry as the WRE. Should mean there are plenty of planes to help with that defense. With any luck, also lots of tanks.
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Jul 11, 2021 20:08
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tanks are good, but CAS is better.
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Does Azerbaijan coming over to us mean that we now possess a great deal more oil? Also, we can hold the line. Let them come and let us annihilate the fascist menace wherever we can. Also, a quick series of questions: 1) How is the little house with the falling over roof generated? I know it's used for appointing people and changing things, I just don't know how it's generated. 2) What is the scales with 50% next to them standing for? 3) Does research continue during wartime? 4) How likely is it that the Gallic empire spends an awful lot of manpower trying to break through Hungary? Josef bugman fucked around with this message at 23:56 on Jul 11, 2021 |
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Jul 11, 2021 23:30
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Josef bugman posted:Does Azerbaijan coming over to us mean that we now possess a great deal more oil? 1) That's political power, it's meant to be the front of a neoclassical building - it accumulates naturally, but the rate depends on various things, including: 2) your stability, which represents on an abstract level how stable your political situation is, 50% is pretty okay 3) absolutely yes! scientists do not get to take the war off. 4) idk this one
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Josef bugman posted:1) How is the little house with the falling over roof generated? I know it's used for appointing people and changing things, I just don't know how it's generated. 1) That's Political Power, which is basically mana, you just gain it over time 2) That's Stability, which represents how much the population supports the government. You get bonuses for high stability and penalties for low stability 3) Yes and I don't know the AI well enough to give an answer for 4
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