Free Eepatin
28-11-2003, 09:29
This is a thread continuing the Eepatin Civil war, a war stemmed from bitter hatred & different political ideals, set aflame by a communist revolution in Bonstock. Here is the back story:
When Eepatin was formed, it was a proud United States-like Democracy. However, a communist group of military radicals overthrew the main government and made it into an oppresive Communist Empire. This war was only a month long. It was savage, and is know as the Revolution. Two years later, in a military strike, the so called "Free Eepatins" led an attack and broke away. This war was longer, and settled into a stalemate after two bloody years until foreign powers forced Eepatin to recognize Free Eepatin as a seperate nation. This was known as the "War of Secession". Eepatin has a stronger, more advanced army, and kept most of the military during the War of Secession. However, Free Eepatin has much more manpower, and they have excellent Generals. Otherwise, they are mostly equal.
Here is the war so far:
IC:
It was another day at work. He would see which traffic lights were down, listen to the phone call of another person complaining about gridlocks. He sipped his coffee, and switched on his computer. Another early morning into work. He sighed as he wondered how many decades until he could retire. His phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Is this Joe Mantraski?"
"Yes."
"Well, you listen here. I don't know what you do there, but you haven't got that damn pot hole fixed yet!"
Joe sighed heavily. It was going to be a long day. "M'am, we are going to fill it, hopefully today. We have alot of other things do to here."
"Like what? Buy more coffee?"
Joe tuned the woman out as he heard talking. Suddenly Fred ran into his cubicle.
"Hold on, m'am."
"Joe, hurry, turn the radio on."
Joe put down the phone up, glad for the distraction. He reached over and turned the radio on.
"--so as Premier of Eepatin, I announce our alliance with the communist uprising in Bonstock. We will help our new ally with supplies, weapons and man power. Soon, we will commence and invasion of the Maropian Coast. This will be a glorious day for our comrades, communism and Eepatin."
The premier was drowned out by cheering, and it went back to the station.
"What was that about?"
Fred seemed very excited. "You heard. We're going to war soon."
"So?"
"Well, word is that Free Eepatin" Fred acted as if saying those words was like biting into a bad fruit. "Word is that they'll be helping Maropian Coast."
Joe felt the full implications of those words. "We can get those runaways back under our power! Hot damn!"
Suddenly Joe remembered the phone call. He picked it back up. "Hello?"
"God dammit, you lazy....What in god's name were you doing?"
"Listen, you. I don't have time to put up with this crap anymore! If you want that pothole fixed, fix it yourself, you old snake!"
"What? I...I'll tell your supervisor about this, and I'll be damned if you don't get fired!"
"Go ahead! I'm gonna sign up for the army anyway!"
"Joining the army? What's goi-"
Joe slammed the phone down and looked out the window, and saw a mix of T-80's and M1A1 Abrhams streaming down the street. Civilian cars were being turned around, and people were lining up to cheer for their country. Trucks came, along with command cars and marching troops. It truly would be a glorious day for Eepatin.
IC:
Looking out over the pride-filled faces made Paul happy. They waved the flags that Eepitan had flown before it was taken over by the communists. It looked amazingly like the United States flag, from which it was designed.
He was one of the president's aides. He glanced at the man, in his early fifties, his sandy mustache poking out around his cheeks. The tall, elegant figure shuffled his papers as the vast cheering died down.
"And of course, those bastards up North want to JOIN them!"
The crowd seemed to hiss and boo collectively as he referred to communist Eepitan and Bonstock, now under their Red fist.
“Well, the only thing we can do is strike them!” He raised his fist to punctuate his words, and the crowd went wild. “This time we will strike those Reds down, and take back our land, for Democracy and Freedom!”
Even though it seemed impossible, the roar grew louder.
“With our superior manpower, weapons and iron will, we can not falter!”
Pretty big words, Paul thought. They had failed during the revolution, and were nearly destroyed in the War Of Secession. Only a brilliant strike from General Howard and intervention from Gibralo afterwards had stopped more chaos and carnage.
Thinking of General Howard brought pride to his heart and a smile to his face. The heroic figure had driven a strike that stopped the bloody commies in their tracks, and made international intervention come.
“We will fight in the blue skies, on the vast plains of our great nation. We will fight on the rolling hills, and the purple mountains. We will fight in the streets of New Washington, house by house if necessary, to reclaim the once glorious capital of our former nation. We will never give up! We will never surrender! This will be a great day for Democracy, for we will snatch our country back from the vial clutches of Communism!”
Even Paul stood up, whooping like a madman, just like everyone else there. He hoped those commies were watching this footage somehow. They’d be too frightened to fight back.
IC:
Staring at the screen below him, Irving rotated the gun of his T-90 tank, positioning the targeting laser on the turret of the opposing M1A1. He squeezed the trigger hard, and the tank rocked as the sabot shell slammed into the armored vehicle. It hardly penetrated the armor, but a fire started in the small hole that did open, and the tank erupted in a massive explosion.
“Target down. Load.”
The tank surged forward amongst tanks of all sorts, including T-80’s, M1A1’s and even the new M1A2’s and T-95’s. Even somewhat aged T-72’s came forward on the ruined field, where the carcasses of tanks were strewn about.
From behind some foliage, another M1A1 came out, having just finished off a T-84 meters away from
Irving. He aimed the gun at the tracks, and squeezed again. The tread whipped off, wrapping around the main body. The tank itself was spun to the right, before the driver could bring it under control. It was too late, as Irving and another tank fired on opposite sides. The turret gouged flames as it fell off to the side.
“Target down. Load!”
He watched out his scope as the tank that helped him came around a hill. It erupted soon too, as a dug in tank far off towards the enemy lines revealed itself. He aimed and fired, the shell striking the front of the tank. It stopped firing.
They advanced quickly, and Irving went around the shattered corpse of the previous tank. His comrades came around him as he fell into a covering position. The remainder of enemy tanks were falling back or exploding violently.
Irving finally got to pause and look at his comrades, to really look.
“Jesus Christ.” He murmured.
The force, at least 50 strong when they entered, was reduced down to 13, including him.
A call came across all channels. “APCs, I repeat, APCs, move in now.”
The aged Bradley IFVs and the newer Russian made BMPs came out of their former positions, coming to the front. They plowed to the enemy trenches, killing enemy infantry still hiding, hoping to surprise the Eepitan forces. They began spewing infantry, and the crackle of small arms fire filled the air, which was suddenly silent after the tank battle.
“Come on, lets move over those trenches.”
The trenches look big enough, Irving thought. His tank started to go over, when suddenly something struck the tank, and hard.
Irving pulled his head up, and heard burning. He quickly grabbed the field extinguisher, and put the fire out before it could reach the ammunition.
He heard someone moan, and the bottom escape hatch swung open. Irving came down, crawling out. The driver, Kingsburg, was bleeding, and he noticed the ammunition loader, Repkins, was unconscious. He looked around for what had struck the tank. Could it be a mine? No, they couldn’t get one right here. Then he saw him, the injured Free Eepitan soldier, twitching on the ground. Next to him lie a TOW anti-tank missile launcher. He had been so close to the tank when he fired, he nearly killed himself.
“Is everyone ok?”
Kingsburg replied “I’m alright, but we should get Repkins to a field hospital.”
Irving checked the tank, and saw the massive scar on the underside. He whistled in amazement, and looked back down to the Free Eepitan. He heaved him up, and dragged him alongside Kingsburg as they walked back towards their lines.
IC:
Sam Lenard felt queasy, but there was nothing different about that. He was at sea, onboard the Free Eepitan ship called the Georgia Punch. They were sailing out of Southern California to directly assist Maropian Coast and the freedom of Bonstock from the Communist revolution. It was a fairly big task force, made of Free Eepitan’s 1st and 2nd fleets. 24 ships, punching across the pacific towards the Maropian Coast.
“Ya think we’ll see some of them Red bastards out here?”
Lenard looked up to see Charlie White. His name was ironic, since he was a dark skinned man and anything but white.
“Hell if I know. But we’ll show em what capitalism builds if we see any.”
Charlie chuckled. “Amen to that. So, what do you think of the weather?”
“It’s alright, I guess.”
That was an understatement. The weather was great out here, except for the storms.
Suddenly, klaxons rang out. White and Lenard both ran to the turret they shared, one of the chain guns designed to shoot down cruise missiles, and even aircraft if they get close enough. Their supervisor, Davis, checked on them and went on. The klaxons shot off not long after.
“Just a drill.”
“Yeah, too bad” White replied. “I would have liked to have gunned me down some commies.”
He grinned widely. So did Sam.
OOC: The task force consists of:
2 CVN-68 Nimitz Air Craft Carriers (Free Eepitan and Indomitable)
6 DDG-51 Arleigh Burke-class Destroyers (Georgia Punch, Freedom, Indestructible, Invincible, Colorado, Arizona II)
6 FFG-7 OLIVER HAZARD PERRY-class Frigates ( Florida, Capitalist Pride, Freedom, The Alamo, Alabama, New York)
3 SSN-688 Los Angeles-class subs ( Philadelphia, Memphis, Dallas)
3 SSN-21 Seawolf-class subs ( Denver, Dakota, Furious)
4 SSBN-726 Ohio-Class FBM Submarines ( Illinois, Dallas, Maine, Kentucky)
Amphibious assault Unit
6 LHA-1 Tarawa class amphibious assault ships each with:
6 - AV-8B Harrier attack planes
4 - AH-1W SuperCobra attack helicopter
12 - CH-46 Sea Knight helicopters
4 - CH-53 Sea Stallion helicopters
2 - UH-1N Huey helicopters
18 LPD 4 Austin class amphibious assault ships each with:
1 - Landing Craft, Air Cushion (LCAC), or
1 - Landing Craft, Utility (LCU), or
4 - LCM-8 Landing Craft, Mechanized (LCM), or
9 - LCM-6 Landing Craft, Mechanized (LCM), or
24 AAV Amphibious Assault Vehicle
Along with a detachment of 900 marines.
12 Misc. Cargo ships with:
500 Marines, 50 M1A2 tanks, 25 M2 Bradley IFV’s and 15 M109A6 Paladin’s and assorted supplies & cargo
This is a total of:
22,200 Marines
600 M1A2 tanks
300 M2 Bradley IFV's
180 M109A6 artillary units
IC:
“Keep your heads down! Keep your god da-”
Henry wished that the Sergeant had followed his own orders, but it was too late. What was left of his head was sprayed around the trench.
“Jesus Christ… Oh, god…God..” a man wearing glasses murmured.
“Shut up Paul! God can’t help you now!” McSweeney shouted.
Henry Enlow tried to tune it all out, but the enemy artillery did that for him. He hunkered low, hoping his helmet would help him enough. The roar grew louder as Free Eepatin artillery joined the barrage. Kill those god damn Reds, everyone of them. He thought.
The roar grew to a peak, and suddenly died down. There was a ringing in Henry’s ears.
How can this happen? The trenches, the artillery, the slaughter? This is the 21st century! Nothing like this had happened since World War I. Jesus, where is the air supp
A whistle blew. “GO GO GO!”
Henry climbed out of his trench, bullets whistling past him, the wet smack of it hitting flesh. The agonizing screams…He wished the roar of artillery was back. Almost as if his wish had made it come true, Free Eepatin shells came down on the enemy trenches. The air became more clear again, since no more enemies were firing and were taking cover instead. Henry moved along with his fellow men, advancing at the line. Bayonets… he thought, We even have to go back to using bayonets.
Enlow tripped and fell into a ditch made from the artillery. He lie there for a few minutes, recollecting himself. Someone was screaming at him to get up, but that man fell, grabbing his knee. Everyone near him fell, making stacks of bodies. More kept coming, and the mounted machine gun stopped it’s evil chatter as a lucky man sniped the gunner.
Henry climbed up, clutching his M16 until his knuckles were white. He saw his companions leaping into the trenches, hitting enemy troops with the butt of their guns, or gutting them on the bayonet.
Henry dived into the trench, and quickly spotted a Red. They both lunged, but Enlow was the first to stab. The man fell, trying to speak words that would not come. The man next to him, a young, fresh teen, raised his hands. Henry pulled the AK-74 from the ground, and forced the fellow onto the ground. He looked around, seeing the death in the trench. This was a victory for Free Eepatin, but at what cost? It had been a bloody day for Colorado.
Here is a quick website with war maps made so far:
http://www.freewebs.com/eepitancivilwar/
OOC: I'm going to be making this war where it has many different characters describing the war at the front, and even civilians in different roles. This will be coupled with the map descriptions and OOC unit descriptions. If you want to get involved on either side, go ahead and jump in. This war started over the revolution in Bonstock, and though Eepatin and Free Eepatin are both still involved in that war, this has evolved into it's own war. Please try to be realistic (I.E. Godmodes will be flat out ignored). Even if people do not enter, I will continue posting here and on the main Bonstock thread. Eepatin civil war ONLY posts will reside here, and Eepatin/Free Eepatin overseas posts will reside in both threads.
Note: Any ICBM's launched will have a 85% rate of being shot down by the EMDS, or Eepland Missile Defense System, an anti-missile laser system developed by Gibralo, Eepatin and Free Eepatin. This is based out of neutral Gibralo, who has pledged to keep the conflict de-nuclearized.
When Eepatin was formed, it was a proud United States-like Democracy. However, a communist group of military radicals overthrew the main government and made it into an oppresive Communist Empire. This war was only a month long. It was savage, and is know as the Revolution. Two years later, in a military strike, the so called "Free Eepatins" led an attack and broke away. This war was longer, and settled into a stalemate after two bloody years until foreign powers forced Eepatin to recognize Free Eepatin as a seperate nation. This was known as the "War of Secession". Eepatin has a stronger, more advanced army, and kept most of the military during the War of Secession. However, Free Eepatin has much more manpower, and they have excellent Generals. Otherwise, they are mostly equal.
Here is the war so far:
IC:
It was another day at work. He would see which traffic lights were down, listen to the phone call of another person complaining about gridlocks. He sipped his coffee, and switched on his computer. Another early morning into work. He sighed as he wondered how many decades until he could retire. His phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Is this Joe Mantraski?"
"Yes."
"Well, you listen here. I don't know what you do there, but you haven't got that damn pot hole fixed yet!"
Joe sighed heavily. It was going to be a long day. "M'am, we are going to fill it, hopefully today. We have alot of other things do to here."
"Like what? Buy more coffee?"
Joe tuned the woman out as he heard talking. Suddenly Fred ran into his cubicle.
"Hold on, m'am."
"Joe, hurry, turn the radio on."
Joe put down the phone up, glad for the distraction. He reached over and turned the radio on.
"--so as Premier of Eepatin, I announce our alliance with the communist uprising in Bonstock. We will help our new ally with supplies, weapons and man power. Soon, we will commence and invasion of the Maropian Coast. This will be a glorious day for our comrades, communism and Eepatin."
The premier was drowned out by cheering, and it went back to the station.
"What was that about?"
Fred seemed very excited. "You heard. We're going to war soon."
"So?"
"Well, word is that Free Eepatin" Fred acted as if saying those words was like biting into a bad fruit. "Word is that they'll be helping Maropian Coast."
Joe felt the full implications of those words. "We can get those runaways back under our power! Hot damn!"
Suddenly Joe remembered the phone call. He picked it back up. "Hello?"
"God dammit, you lazy....What in god's name were you doing?"
"Listen, you. I don't have time to put up with this crap anymore! If you want that pothole fixed, fix it yourself, you old snake!"
"What? I...I'll tell your supervisor about this, and I'll be damned if you don't get fired!"
"Go ahead! I'm gonna sign up for the army anyway!"
"Joining the army? What's goi-"
Joe slammed the phone down and looked out the window, and saw a mix of T-80's and M1A1 Abrhams streaming down the street. Civilian cars were being turned around, and people were lining up to cheer for their country. Trucks came, along with command cars and marching troops. It truly would be a glorious day for Eepatin.
IC:
Looking out over the pride-filled faces made Paul happy. They waved the flags that Eepitan had flown before it was taken over by the communists. It looked amazingly like the United States flag, from which it was designed.
He was one of the president's aides. He glanced at the man, in his early fifties, his sandy mustache poking out around his cheeks. The tall, elegant figure shuffled his papers as the vast cheering died down.
"And of course, those bastards up North want to JOIN them!"
The crowd seemed to hiss and boo collectively as he referred to communist Eepitan and Bonstock, now under their Red fist.
“Well, the only thing we can do is strike them!” He raised his fist to punctuate his words, and the crowd went wild. “This time we will strike those Reds down, and take back our land, for Democracy and Freedom!”
Even though it seemed impossible, the roar grew louder.
“With our superior manpower, weapons and iron will, we can not falter!”
Pretty big words, Paul thought. They had failed during the revolution, and were nearly destroyed in the War Of Secession. Only a brilliant strike from General Howard and intervention from Gibralo afterwards had stopped more chaos and carnage.
Thinking of General Howard brought pride to his heart and a smile to his face. The heroic figure had driven a strike that stopped the bloody commies in their tracks, and made international intervention come.
“We will fight in the blue skies, on the vast plains of our great nation. We will fight on the rolling hills, and the purple mountains. We will fight in the streets of New Washington, house by house if necessary, to reclaim the once glorious capital of our former nation. We will never give up! We will never surrender! This will be a great day for Democracy, for we will snatch our country back from the vial clutches of Communism!”
Even Paul stood up, whooping like a madman, just like everyone else there. He hoped those commies were watching this footage somehow. They’d be too frightened to fight back.
IC:
Staring at the screen below him, Irving rotated the gun of his T-90 tank, positioning the targeting laser on the turret of the opposing M1A1. He squeezed the trigger hard, and the tank rocked as the sabot shell slammed into the armored vehicle. It hardly penetrated the armor, but a fire started in the small hole that did open, and the tank erupted in a massive explosion.
“Target down. Load.”
The tank surged forward amongst tanks of all sorts, including T-80’s, M1A1’s and even the new M1A2’s and T-95’s. Even somewhat aged T-72’s came forward on the ruined field, where the carcasses of tanks were strewn about.
From behind some foliage, another M1A1 came out, having just finished off a T-84 meters away from
Irving. He aimed the gun at the tracks, and squeezed again. The tread whipped off, wrapping around the main body. The tank itself was spun to the right, before the driver could bring it under control. It was too late, as Irving and another tank fired on opposite sides. The turret gouged flames as it fell off to the side.
“Target down. Load!”
He watched out his scope as the tank that helped him came around a hill. It erupted soon too, as a dug in tank far off towards the enemy lines revealed itself. He aimed and fired, the shell striking the front of the tank. It stopped firing.
They advanced quickly, and Irving went around the shattered corpse of the previous tank. His comrades came around him as he fell into a covering position. The remainder of enemy tanks were falling back or exploding violently.
Irving finally got to pause and look at his comrades, to really look.
“Jesus Christ.” He murmured.
The force, at least 50 strong when they entered, was reduced down to 13, including him.
A call came across all channels. “APCs, I repeat, APCs, move in now.”
The aged Bradley IFVs and the newer Russian made BMPs came out of their former positions, coming to the front. They plowed to the enemy trenches, killing enemy infantry still hiding, hoping to surprise the Eepitan forces. They began spewing infantry, and the crackle of small arms fire filled the air, which was suddenly silent after the tank battle.
“Come on, lets move over those trenches.”
The trenches look big enough, Irving thought. His tank started to go over, when suddenly something struck the tank, and hard.
Irving pulled his head up, and heard burning. He quickly grabbed the field extinguisher, and put the fire out before it could reach the ammunition.
He heard someone moan, and the bottom escape hatch swung open. Irving came down, crawling out. The driver, Kingsburg, was bleeding, and he noticed the ammunition loader, Repkins, was unconscious. He looked around for what had struck the tank. Could it be a mine? No, they couldn’t get one right here. Then he saw him, the injured Free Eepitan soldier, twitching on the ground. Next to him lie a TOW anti-tank missile launcher. He had been so close to the tank when he fired, he nearly killed himself.
“Is everyone ok?”
Kingsburg replied “I’m alright, but we should get Repkins to a field hospital.”
Irving checked the tank, and saw the massive scar on the underside. He whistled in amazement, and looked back down to the Free Eepitan. He heaved him up, and dragged him alongside Kingsburg as they walked back towards their lines.
IC:
Sam Lenard felt queasy, but there was nothing different about that. He was at sea, onboard the Free Eepitan ship called the Georgia Punch. They were sailing out of Southern California to directly assist Maropian Coast and the freedom of Bonstock from the Communist revolution. It was a fairly big task force, made of Free Eepitan’s 1st and 2nd fleets. 24 ships, punching across the pacific towards the Maropian Coast.
“Ya think we’ll see some of them Red bastards out here?”
Lenard looked up to see Charlie White. His name was ironic, since he was a dark skinned man and anything but white.
“Hell if I know. But we’ll show em what capitalism builds if we see any.”
Charlie chuckled. “Amen to that. So, what do you think of the weather?”
“It’s alright, I guess.”
That was an understatement. The weather was great out here, except for the storms.
Suddenly, klaxons rang out. White and Lenard both ran to the turret they shared, one of the chain guns designed to shoot down cruise missiles, and even aircraft if they get close enough. Their supervisor, Davis, checked on them and went on. The klaxons shot off not long after.
“Just a drill.”
“Yeah, too bad” White replied. “I would have liked to have gunned me down some commies.”
He grinned widely. So did Sam.
OOC: The task force consists of:
2 CVN-68 Nimitz Air Craft Carriers (Free Eepitan and Indomitable)
6 DDG-51 Arleigh Burke-class Destroyers (Georgia Punch, Freedom, Indestructible, Invincible, Colorado, Arizona II)
6 FFG-7 OLIVER HAZARD PERRY-class Frigates ( Florida, Capitalist Pride, Freedom, The Alamo, Alabama, New York)
3 SSN-688 Los Angeles-class subs ( Philadelphia, Memphis, Dallas)
3 SSN-21 Seawolf-class subs ( Denver, Dakota, Furious)
4 SSBN-726 Ohio-Class FBM Submarines ( Illinois, Dallas, Maine, Kentucky)
Amphibious assault Unit
6 LHA-1 Tarawa class amphibious assault ships each with:
6 - AV-8B Harrier attack planes
4 - AH-1W SuperCobra attack helicopter
12 - CH-46 Sea Knight helicopters
4 - CH-53 Sea Stallion helicopters
2 - UH-1N Huey helicopters
18 LPD 4 Austin class amphibious assault ships each with:
1 - Landing Craft, Air Cushion (LCAC), or
1 - Landing Craft, Utility (LCU), or
4 - LCM-8 Landing Craft, Mechanized (LCM), or
9 - LCM-6 Landing Craft, Mechanized (LCM), or
24 AAV Amphibious Assault Vehicle
Along with a detachment of 900 marines.
12 Misc. Cargo ships with:
500 Marines, 50 M1A2 tanks, 25 M2 Bradley IFV’s and 15 M109A6 Paladin’s and assorted supplies & cargo
This is a total of:
22,200 Marines
600 M1A2 tanks
300 M2 Bradley IFV's
180 M109A6 artillary units
IC:
“Keep your heads down! Keep your god da-”
Henry wished that the Sergeant had followed his own orders, but it was too late. What was left of his head was sprayed around the trench.
“Jesus Christ… Oh, god…God..” a man wearing glasses murmured.
“Shut up Paul! God can’t help you now!” McSweeney shouted.
Henry Enlow tried to tune it all out, but the enemy artillery did that for him. He hunkered low, hoping his helmet would help him enough. The roar grew louder as Free Eepatin artillery joined the barrage. Kill those god damn Reds, everyone of them. He thought.
The roar grew to a peak, and suddenly died down. There was a ringing in Henry’s ears.
How can this happen? The trenches, the artillery, the slaughter? This is the 21st century! Nothing like this had happened since World War I. Jesus, where is the air supp
A whistle blew. “GO GO GO!”
Henry climbed out of his trench, bullets whistling past him, the wet smack of it hitting flesh. The agonizing screams…He wished the roar of artillery was back. Almost as if his wish had made it come true, Free Eepatin shells came down on the enemy trenches. The air became more clear again, since no more enemies were firing and were taking cover instead. Henry moved along with his fellow men, advancing at the line. Bayonets… he thought, We even have to go back to using bayonets.
Enlow tripped and fell into a ditch made from the artillery. He lie there for a few minutes, recollecting himself. Someone was screaming at him to get up, but that man fell, grabbing his knee. Everyone near him fell, making stacks of bodies. More kept coming, and the mounted machine gun stopped it’s evil chatter as a lucky man sniped the gunner.
Henry climbed up, clutching his M16 until his knuckles were white. He saw his companions leaping into the trenches, hitting enemy troops with the butt of their guns, or gutting them on the bayonet.
Henry dived into the trench, and quickly spotted a Red. They both lunged, but Enlow was the first to stab. The man fell, trying to speak words that would not come. The man next to him, a young, fresh teen, raised his hands. Henry pulled the AK-74 from the ground, and forced the fellow onto the ground. He looked around, seeing the death in the trench. This was a victory for Free Eepatin, but at what cost? It had been a bloody day for Colorado.
Here is a quick website with war maps made so far:
http://www.freewebs.com/eepitancivilwar/
OOC: I'm going to be making this war where it has many different characters describing the war at the front, and even civilians in different roles. This will be coupled with the map descriptions and OOC unit descriptions. If you want to get involved on either side, go ahead and jump in. This war started over the revolution in Bonstock, and though Eepatin and Free Eepatin are both still involved in that war, this has evolved into it's own war. Please try to be realistic (I.E. Godmodes will be flat out ignored). Even if people do not enter, I will continue posting here and on the main Bonstock thread. Eepatin civil war ONLY posts will reside here, and Eepatin/Free Eepatin overseas posts will reside in both threads.
Note: Any ICBM's launched will have a 85% rate of being shot down by the EMDS, or Eepland Missile Defense System, an anti-missile laser system developed by Gibralo, Eepatin and Free Eepatin. This is based out of neutral Gibralo, who has pledged to keep the conflict de-nuclearized.