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The streets of Ascelon City are clogged with debris not that it wasn't cluttered before. It's once busy streets are still as congested as ever, but instead with burning cars and moving tanks. Flares spiral up and explode with a bang lighting up the dark night sky.

Missiles collide cracking like popcorn and painting the sky. Mortars pop all over the city. The Ascelonian Republic is dying. President Andrew Dreyfuss looks out across the burning city from his large palace. His crack elite infantry forces are stationed all across the palace and snipers on the rooftops of the skyscrapers check constantly for threats.

"Sir! It's not safe here! Get down to the bunker!" one of his guards cry.

"I WILL NOT HAVE ANY OF MY SOLDIERS ORDER ME AROUND!" screamed Andrew with an indignant strike to the man's face. Though Andrew does head for the stairs to the bunker. The soldier was rather livid due to this.

"I'll get him back," he says to himself. Another soldier reaches over and grabs his shoulder.

"He's mad... insane. He's snapped. Don't get too worked up over this," said the other soldier.

"You're right."

Dr. Anderson came in with his little bag of medicines and tools. He smiled as he took out a syringe filled with Andrew's daily dosage of drugs.

"So, how are you feeling today, Mr. President?" the doctor asked as he injected the man with the drugs. Andrew bore no response for this for he fell into an immediate high. His journey began back in the early days of the Republic...

It was far before the population was 140 million. Then, the population was much greater as was the land area. It was before most of Ascelonia was a smoldering nuclear wasteland.

Coalition Forces
Falkasia- Prime Minister Vladimir Kazyenko
Ralkovia- Maximillian Raskov II
The Empire of Vietnam- Emperor Dinh X
Yanbania- General Gendul El Yapari
The Armed Republic of Islamjudianity- President Naqba

Axis Forces
Parilisa- King Heinrich V
Narsindish- Minister President Alkilinot Nukemall

Undecided

OOC: Can you please explain what you mean by Coalition and Axis forces?

OOC: Coalition is against the Ascelonian Republic and Axis is a handful of forces that try to protect it.

The Ascelonian Republic was a country that existed before the founding of Ascelonia. It was an extremist country, much like Nazi Germany, and tried to conquer the world along with Axis powers.

The Coalition will have overwhelming forces, while the Axis will have little to none. This RP will go into detail of the heroicism of some of the people on both sides as well as the cowardice of many other on the Axis side.

OOC: Are you new at RP, this is some all right stuff there.

OOC: Yes I am new to RP, but I found my obsession with the end of the world to be an interesting idea for an RP.

OOC: I enjoy Apocalyptic RPs, preferably nuclear.

OOC: I like your attitude. I sent you a PM by the way.

Andrew remembered the dinner party after the election. A beautiful reception with him and his wife dancing before the beautiful ball room in the palace. Baldwin's famous orchestra playing with the accompaniment of a world renown pianist, Aleksander Fyodor. The marble floors beneath their feet and the chandeliers lining the ceiling. It was magical. Like Camelot...

He remembered vaguely his orders after the ball...

OOC: I enjoy Apocalyptic RPs, preferably nuclear.

OOC: Yeah, they were nuked... but in this you play out the fifteen years up to the collapse of the Ascelonian Republic and the founding of the United States of Ascelonia.

PS- I can't recieve/access PMs for some reason... I don't have sufficient privileges or something.

Hmmm, I see. Very intuitive.

OOC: Okay, I just saw your skills at RP and wanted to invite you to a RP I am in.

The great Ascelonian Republican Guard marched down Main Street after his inauguration. Crowds lined the streets, stood at their balconies, and gazed from the rooftops. They tossed streamers, glitter, and flowers to the soldiers below. The Guardsmen, though they kept their faces forward like order, their eyes swept across the multitudes of faces within the crowd.

The feeling of anxiety pounded at their hearts. They longed for combat against the demons outside their nation. The foreign devils who infringed on their land. A smile swept across their faces.

OOC: Sure... what is it?

OOC: It is United States Government Simulator, a link to the advertisement I made is here. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=561649)

The first order... the most important order throughout your reign as President. It makes or breaks your reputation in the history books. The words on the lips of the President's were clear...

"Exterminate."

At that single utterance, millions would be rounded up and sent to the frozen wastelands to slave to death in the mines. In that single moment and the five minutes following it, erratic radio transmission would sweep all across the nation.

OOC: From what I know so far, I'm gonna help the Coalition.

OOC: Okay... I'll add you in tomorrow... gtg

Ok, cya.

OOC:Hmmm....

Goddamn you Ascelonia, you're making me rewrite my nation's history!*Snaps fingers* I Got it!
Can you geuss whose side I'll be rping?
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The Nation of NARSINDISH

Officially CONDONES ASCELONIAN policies.
FURTHERMORE, the government and PEOPLE of NARSINDISH believe ASCELONIA should be given great APPLAUSE for their firm, if obvious, control of their citizens.

I'll join as a Coalition Forces. By the way, what year is this RP taking place?

To: Coalition Forces
From: The People's Repbulic of Falkasia

The People's Republic of Falkasia supports your actions in Ascelonia, and would like to offer any aid that you would require to overthrow the current government. This includes, but is not limited to political aid, economic aid, military aid, resource aid, etc.

I'll play as either. though I think axis would be kind of fun

OOC: Sorry... It got to the fifth page... hope I'm not grave digging.

BTW... You're in the Coalition.

I'll be modding for Resistance and Ascelonian Republic.

OOC: Make it easier for me by posting applications in this format... I forgot to tell you guys lol...

Nation Name: (doesn't have to be NS name, could be anything)
Ruler Name:
Notes: (Anything you want to add about Military)

Nation Name: People's Republic of Falkasia
Ruler Name: Prime Minister Vladimir Kazyenko
Notes: Nothing in particular. We will be sending in a Special Forces Team in to help out the Coalition. Besides that, we'll see how things play out. Oh, and we are a nuclear power by the way.

Hobnailed Jackboots smacked the ground with a monotonic thump. The world could only listen to Andrew's flaming speech and watch in horror as the Free Ascelonian Workers party took control of the nation.

"We watch as they multiply like cockroaches beneath a rock. The worms and insects multiply around the beautiful pond that was Ascelonia. NO MORE!!! We will exterminate this pond scum! Their cries will echo across the land! We will play football with their heads!"

The shuddering cries of a racist megalomaniac echoes throughout the homes of Falkasia. Yet the next day went on as usual in Falkasia. No protests or arguments or any minute difference besides the little office gossip. In Ascelonia, the whole world was on fire for all who were not white Ascelonians.

Andrew sat in his seat. Looking at the beautiful decorations. The gifts of flowers, roses, and chocolates from all of his fans. He was like a rock star. He smiled to himself. The world was his now, but what to do next?

Trees sprouted out of a frozen wasteland. The cold arctic winds bit at their skin and the blizzards poured unceasingly. The prisoners had discovered Mother Nature's true potential. Thousands died from the cold on the first day and thousands more continued to die. Diseases decimated the ranks of the prisoners. It was continuing to cost more to run the camp than the camp was profiting from minerals mined.

A security guard looked over the wasteland. The usual steel helmet worn by Ascelonian soldiers was padded with cotton. Earmuffs covered his ears. He looked pretty silly and stocky in all of the padding. His green coat bulged outward and dropped clumps of cotton wherever he went.

He took out a packet of cigarettes from his coat pocket. He fumbled to recover a cigarette from the box. Three of them dropped onto the floor.

Nation Name: Parilisa (If this is set pre- 2005 then it's a monarchy, after that it became a Republic.)
Ruler Name: Depending on year either King Heinrich V or President Nathaniel Klein
Notes: Nothing realy, we await confirmation of a date before we choose sides.

He managed to pull out a cigarette with his thick, freezing fingers. He took out a lighter and began attempting to lighting it. A little spark of heat. A beacon of light in a sea of dark cold. The northern lights glowed like phosphorous with the ocean of yellow dots as the backdrop.

The lighter finally lighted the cigarette. Unfortunately, the cigarette went out immediately after being lit. The guard cursed and tossed the lighter over the parapet. A clunk could be barely heard through the deafening wind. The place was well suited. Overlooking a cliff which watched over a frozen river.

A click... The last words the guard could say was...

"Falkasian Special Forces."

Before plunging into to the frozen Tibula.

OOC:This is a great thread but I can't join until I'm told what the date is!

Ascelonian factories were as lively as ever... They pumped out varieties of products and war machines. Their production rate was ten times pre-war levels. People were back at work. The value of the Credit had risen and instead of bringing barrels of credits to buy food, you could drop a handful.

People were talking again. Cheerful and lively as ever, they strolled down the streets smiling and taking care to avoid shops that didn't belong to Ascelonians. Credits in their pockets and a grocery list, which they usually didn't follow, buying more than they needed. The economy was back in shape again.

Nation Name: Narsindish (The nation that Emperatium Drakonicum suceeded from)
Ruler Name: Minister President Alkilinot Nukemall
Notes: I too need to know the date, as this may change everything. Anyways, it will send full support to Ascelonia. I.E lots of military units. If it is the correct date, I could have the Narsindish civil war happen.

I'm presuming from your editing in the first post that this is pre 2005, therefore Parilisa is a Monarchy under Heinrich V and will be joining the Axis side.

The Falkasians had arrived to free the detainees from the clutches of an evil dictatorship. It had been easy, the wind and limited visibility of the wasteland concealing the plane as it flew overhead, waiting for the call to pick up the refugees.

Advancing towards the compound's front gate, a team of four assembled, two on each side of the massive steel door. They were wearing advanced and very complex 4 tone camo patterns, almost straight white and undetectable against the barren, snowy backdrop of the tundra. They also had on black ski masks, an infamous trademark of the Falkasian SF.

Quickly and without making a sound, two of the soldiers pulled out small rolls of what looked like tape and began applying it to the door in a rectangular shape, barely big enough for a man to fit through. Upon completion, the rolls were stuffed away back into pockets, and small red caps were brought out and palced onto the tape. The soldiers quickly pushed the caps in, resulting in a explosion. The door fell away with a clang as the scent of thermite filled the air.

OOC: sorry... It takes place in 1946...

Ascelonian Republic is basically a more populated and advanced version of Germany. It will be the only power with missiles and jets in the beginning.

Sounds good. The Kingdom of Parilisa will be supporting the Axis. What do you want me to do? Lol

"MY GOD!!! Get to the gate!!!" screamed the warden. Cold icy puffs spread into the air. Soldiers scrambled forward clumsily. Many slipping on ice. The warden was livid.

OOC: Has the civil war happened by this time? Because, if so, you need to RP with a nation devastated by war.

Before filing in, the Falkasians assumed breaching positions alongside the door, throwing in a frag grenade before filing in themselves. Using silenced Sten guns, the sodliers took up positions wherever the could find cover.

Days came and passed as the seemingly indecisive leadership of Andrew Dreyfuss. In his office, Andrew, snapped his cold fingers and reached for a radio. He licked his lips disgustingly. His cold tobacco breath clouded the microphone. His famous one word order, which would throw the world into chaos.

"Attack."

OOC: Whenever you feel like... you can intervene with special forces or start your own little war.

Parilisa sent troops as soon as it heard Ascelonia was in danger. Sure, the real reason for the assault was that Heinrich wanted to get natural resources, an alliance, weapons and much more from Ascelonia, but that didn't stop the newspapers under his influence from writing about his desire to stand up for freedom. It didn't matter anyway, few of the peasents could read.

OOC: Ok. I'll invade soon, lol.

The security guards fumbled in... Seven had already fallen and thirteen were trying to recover from falling. Being prison guards, they were never trained and were not ready for an attack on the compound.

"Where are they?" yelled a soldier to his captain. Both fell at the sound of clicks. The soldiers struggled to find where the clicks were coming from. Dozens more lay dead. Suddenly a scream.

"THERE!!!"

The whole line opened fire at any cover around the entrance. More dead...

The warden was furious.

"You COWARDS!!!" He screamed.

"Sir... we're doing the best we can..." the colonel tried to reason.

"You idiot! Don't feed me lies! My authority here is higher than yours!" the warden slapped the colonel as hard as he could with his left hand. His right hand was reaching for a pistol.

"We ar-" and before the colonel could finish. The warden had pumped three bullets into his chest.

"Call in for help. It seems I'll have to deal with this myself. Sound the alarms! Wake up the day guards!" screamed the warden.

OOC: Is this taking place in a concentration camp?

OOC: wait... Axis helps Ascelonian Republic... Disregard the part about the borders.

Yes.

IC: Ascelonian Panzers rolled over the borders of the few obscure peasant countries surrounding it. Unfortunately... this sparked the wrath of Falkasia who was protecting one of these small nations.

Jets screamed in the skies and cruise missiles demolished defenses quickly. The world had never witnessed the true powers of jet engines and rockets.

Nation Name: The Grand Empire of Ralkovia
Ruler Name: Maximillian Raskov II
Notes: Well-armed and Well-trained.
As for the Death Guard: Elite supertroopers, well trained, well armed, and ready to kick ass.

I will be undecided until you invade a protectorate of Ralkovia

Nearly a half thousand troops poured from the barracks teamed up in squads of a dozen.

The warden screamed, "KILL THE PRISONERS!!! BURN THE DOCUMENTS!!!"

The sniper positioned north of the camp watched everything with a growing sense of mirth. The look on the Ascelonian leader's face as his troops rolled about in the ice was worth a million dollars. But never mind that, he had a job to do.

He focused his sight on a Falkasian soldier, noting the features of his face and the blinking of his eyes. Here was a living man, and the sniper controled his future.

The thought pleased him.

He pulled the trigger.

Dozens were dead at the gate. Prisoners were waking up and crawling out. Lifeless skeletons. Their large round eyes stared at their liberators. They limped forward from their tents. One of them begins to feel the face or mask of one of the soldiers to make sure they were not dreaming.

Suddenly an explosion... The sounds of a flamethrowing and screams coming from the other side of the prison compound. Black ashes spiral into the air. Some prisoners begin crying. Many try to cry, but cannot due to lack of body fluid. Others are just lifeless and souless.

A dozen of the prison guards raised their hands and begged for mercy.

"Time to move, call the Bolts." mumbled one of the commandos as he slowly creeped out of cover and threw a smoke grenade. As the area slowly filled with smoke, the commandos moved to a flanking positionto the left of the guards, opening fire again once the smoke cleared.

The sniper aimed again, taking man after man down. Most of them were prisoners, but every now and again he took aim at a Falkasian soldier.

ooc: Lets just say the protectorate of ruthmenostan

IC:
To: Ascelonia
From: The Republic of Ruthmenostan
The Republic of Ruthmenostan does not approve of what the country of Ascelonia is doing. While we only have a small army of 14,000 we will protect our borders. You will not be able to crush us like you crushed the other protectorates.
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The nations president pushed send. He was the leader of a Ralkovian protectorate state of 13 million. His nation was a resource buffet with gold, oil, iron, coal, precious gems, silver, lumber, and plenty of other valuables littered around the country. Ralkovia had conquered it along time ago and while it had large military forts near the countries oil fields, gold mines, etc. they usually lived in harmony without much Ralkovian involvement

Andrew was fast asleep in his comfy bed. An officer knocked on the door.

"Hello, Mr. President?" came a timid voice.

"What is the meaning of this?!" yelled Andrew pulling on a black coat over his half-naked body. His wife stirred as Andrew left the bedroom. Slamming the door.

"W-w-we-ell..." the soldier stuttered...

"ANSWER ME BOY!!" screamed Andrew, who was holding back the urge to slap him.

"We have a little problem..."

Off in the distance came a scream, growing ever nearer at it approached the camp. From, the stormy, snowy wasteland appeared a flight of Falkasian P-47 Thunderbolts, assigned to close air support duty. Coming in low, they strafed the compound, trying to prevent collateral damage as best they could.

Silence... that's all he could here on the radio...

"We request back-up!!! We need troops!!!"

The President listened coldly.

"Hit them with an air strike. We cannot let the world know of what we are doing here," said Andrew wave his hand.

"Yes, sir."

"My God!!! Falkasian planes!!! Shoot them down!!! Shoot them down!!!" screamed a captain. The soldiers began firing on the plane. Some of them were glad that it wasn't a jet. A spray of bullets knocked down half of the line. A few more explosions. The flamethrowers were now fried.

A handful of men advanced and hearing the planes flying overhead and the seeing the special forces advancing. Most of them raised their arms except for the captain, who began shooting those with their hands raised. The Parilisan sniper and the radio operator were the only two who were out of the firefight.

After one run with minimal casualties, the fighters circled around second time, this time focusing their fire on a green smoke plume marking the guardhouse. Coming in low, they let lose three seconds of armor-piercing, incendiary hell into the concrete structure.

"Damn it! Now we have the Ralkovians on our backs!!! How the hell are we supposed to win the war now?" asked one of Andrew's top generals, Herman Firbach.

"Simple... we kill the Ralkovians... but not yet... Send this message to them..." said Andrew calmly. The secretary began copying what he said.

"My dear friends in the so-called 'protectorate' of Ralkovia. I would like you to know that the Ascelonian Republic would be glad to take your resources. What we would like to know is if this should be done peacefully or violently... and you know what has happened to the countries that have resisted. To the leaders of Ruthmenostan... I'd like you to know that you have our condolensces for your country's death."

"There's no one left... It's just us!" Screamed a few cowards that stayed out of the action. They tried to run out of the house with their hands raised but were blown to smithereens. Two of them lay dying and crying for their mothers. One sat upright staring blindly in the distance.

"Call the planes off. Round up the survivors and tend to the wounded. I want the cargo plane down here." one of the commandos said as his men scattered around the camp to mop up any resistance they missed, as wel las round up any soldiers who surrendered and help those that could be saved. Although ruthless, the Falkasian Special Forces were not heartless.

OOC: I'm not in civil war...yet. However, there has been rumbling goin' on ever since Narsindish crushed the city states that will make up Emperatium Drakonicum in the future. They make the economically prosperous South. Narsindish is the closest you can get to a super police state in those old times. This war will be the catalyst. None of the Southerners want to fight alongside Ascelonia.OOC

To: All nations of the region
From: Narsindish

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The nation of NARSINDISH is EXTREMELY DISPLEASED with the warmongering factions deploying SOLDIERS in aggressive postures towards the PEACEFUL and PLEASANT peoples of ASCELONIA. As such, we are DEPLOYING four of our grand armies to FALKASIA as PEACEKEEPERS.

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There was the squealing of tracks as the Narsindish soldiery began to move. Many were glad they were being sent to a different front. They did not want a Southern post. The South hated the North with every fiber of their being. Many of the soldiers sent South came back home terribly wounded...or not at all.

The Third Narsindish Grand Army was composed of Southerners.

A dozen were the captured. The rest were all dead or mortally wounded. The radio operator pulled out his pistol and began aiming for the doorway. He screamed into the radio and finally, out of frustration, he smashed it on the wall. The Parilisan sniper was still hiding somewhere in the base and more prisoners were being killed.

Another sleepless night. One of many Andrew had experienced. He called his doctor... Michael Anderson. Andrew sat back into his office chair as Dr. Anderson rummaged through his suitcase.

"How are you Mr. President? As bright as ever, I presume?" Dr. Anderson said as he pulled out a syringe.

"Don't... PATRONIZE ME!!!!" screamed Andrew. The doctor immediately grabbed a syringe and stabbed Andrew. The President was sedated immediately. An officer knocked at the doorway.

"Mr. President! The Narsindish just endorsed us!" he cried through the doorway.

"Ah... yes... bwell gt da.. bla..." mumbled Andrew. Saliva slid down from his lips and his mouth was foaming.

"He will talk to you later!" yelled the doctor as he began wiping up the spit... "Oh dear..."

To: Ascelonia
From: Ruthmenostan

We dare you to try and invade. We have heavily fortified emplacements and forts across the country. You cannot win, do not even try.
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Ruthmenostan forces begin to amass at the borders around the country.

OOC: Your leader reminds me so much of Hitler and his opiat addiction.

The doctor began experimenting with his syringes to see which concotion would ultimately force the foaming to stop. The fifth or seventh (he lost count) syringe had done it and the doctor began calming down. He took out Andrew's daily "vitamins" to "energize" the President for war.

He slipped the powder under Andrew's tongue and reached for his flask. Uncapping it, the doctor carefully poured the water into his mouth. Immediately, Andrew was as lively as ever...

OOC: Yes... well this is a parallel of WWII... It's to show that there were some brave (and good) soldiers fighting for the bad guys...

Commandant Quilan watched his men marching towards Falkasia with pride. Why anyone would want to go to war with such people as Ascelonia was beyond him. He observed as long lines of his green clad combatants march along the wide roads of Narsindish. It was a glorious day, the likes of which would be remembered. The intolerants would be crushed, ground into the very dust itself. He smiled.

He was right of course. History would remember this day as the spark for decades of bloody, hellish total war between North and South Narsindish. History would remember thousands of refugees spilling across borders, carrying nothing but the clothes on their backs in hopes of escaping the genocidal madness of their homeland. The spiraling hatred and bloodshed that would finally announce the rise of Emperatium Drakonicum as the dominant successor state of the devastated region. It would be a three quarters of a century after the last round was fired for the veil of silence to lift from the land. It would be hell incarnate.

He was right, history would remember his march.

OOC: Narsindish will fight for a month or so. At that point the first battle of the Civil War should start. Is that alright with you Ascelonia?

ooc: well he did say that his country was like Nazi Germany...What year was this again?

A radio transmission to the Ruthmenostanian people.

"We will call off the attack then... to preserve the lives of the few Ascelonian maidens in your nation."

Sadly, it was a ruse. ARG forces began amassing near Ruthmenostan.

Commandant Quilan watched his men marching towards Falkasia with pride. Why anyone would want to go to war with such people as Ascelonia was beyond him. He observed as long lines of his green clad combatants march along the wide roads of Narsindish. It was a glorious day, the likes of which would be remembered. The intolerants would be crushed, ground into the very dust itself. He smiled.

He was right of course. History would remember this day as the spark for decades of bloody, hellish total war between North and South Narsindish. History would remember thousands of refugees spilling across borders, carrying nothing but the clothes on their backs in hopes of escaping the genocidal madness of their homeland. The spiraling hatred and bloodshed that would finally announce the rise of Emperatium Drakonicum as the dominant successor state of the devastated region. It would be a three quarters of a century after the last round was fired for the veil of silence to lift from the land. It would be hell incarnate.

He was right, history would remember his march.

OOC: Narsindish will fight for a month or so. At that point the first battle of the Civil War should start. Is that alright with you Ascelonia?

OOC: Are you attacking me?

OOC: Yeah, they're sending "Peacekeeping" soldiers. No declaration of war either. After all it's peacekeeping!

11:01 PM- Operation Eagle Eye

The beginning of Operation Eagle Eye. ARG forces remain on standby near the borders of Ruthmenostan, but the invasion of Falkasia definitely meant that the Ascelonian Republic would have to have it's own slice of pie.

Jets swarmed over the landscape as the attack began.

ooc: "We see what you are doing and the Emperor
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Ic: We see what you are doing and will fight you with everything we have

OOC: Yeah, they're sending "Peacekeeping" soldiers. No declaration of war either. After all it's peacekeeping!

OOC: Fat chance. You might want to turn back now.

IC:
To: Emperatium Drakonicum
From: The People's Republic of Falkasia
It has come to our attention that you are sending 3 of your so called "grand armies" as a peacekeeping force to Falkasia. We do not need a peacekeeping force, as there is no political unrest in our glorious nation, nor would we ever require one in the future. if you do not turn your armies back now, we would be forced to incure our wrath upon you.

12:03 AM

"Targets... in sight," whispered the captain of the air wing into the radio.

"Alright... firing missiles..." replied his men.

The missiles flew all about the concentration camp since there was nothing to guid them, but most of the camp was in flames by the time they were gone. Although, they failed to eliminate the special forces team.

Over the radio, in the capital of the Ascelonian Republic a single gunshot could be heard followed by a series of explosions. The radio at the other end was heavily damaged, but lasted long enough to confirm the mission was a "success"...

12:29 AM- Operation Eagle Eye deemed successful

"Targets in sight. Preparing to fire," was sounding all across the border of Falkasia and Ruthmenostan.

Panzers were rolling... This is the beginning of the end.

The Special Forces soldiers loaded as many prisoners as they could onto the small, crapped C-47, before boarding themselves and taking off. Although they told the prisoners they had to leave behind that there would be another plane coming, there wouldn't. They'd have to make it on their own.

As the plane lifed off from the icy ground of skis, it ascend to well above clod level ,away from the prying eyes of ground radar or interceptors. The crew, prisoners, and soldiers where given oxygen masks so they could breathe.

Ron Kitman and a boy named Johnny about 17 who sneaked into the army. They were part of the Ascelonian Paratroopers who were landing behind Ruthmenostan lines... It seemed to be the perfect plan considering the defenses were at the frontlines.

Andrew was smoking down Parilisan cigars faster than he could fly them in. He was excited and jittery. The war room was operated by a few generals and plenty of female assistants who would take in radio transmissions from pilots and soldiers and adjust their position on the map.

"So... what's our next move, Mr. President?" asked one of his generals.

The Falkasian soldiers had massed at the border, fortified in earth and concrete fortifactions bustling with anti-personnel, anti-armor, and anti-aircraft weapons. They had learned from the lessons of the Russian Front is World war 2, and were not about to make the same mistakes again. As they heard the engiens of panzers off in the distance, the cocked and readyed their weapons.

Behind the lines, the positions were jsut as fortified. The Falaksians had learned from D-day as well. Just because it's behind the front, doesn't necessarily mean it's safe.

1:03 AM
Missiles rained from the skies. The rapture was upon the world.

Meanwhile...

"MY GOD!!!!" screamed Ron as anti-aircraft fire culled the ranks of the Ascelonian Paratroopers. "Hold on Johnny!!!"

They were helpless as the aircraft fire separated the men from their parachutes and tore through their bodies.

Hey... I know it's a bit late and the rp is probably already in full gear but...

Can I join in as the Axis Forces? (Later on I'll switch sides)

Solid as their defenses were, the enemy could not hold and that was the difficulty. They would have to withdraw if they were to win and protect their army. It was a hard lesson learned in WWII... a war from another dimension. The Maginot Line did not keep the Germans out as the heavy concrete fortifications failed to keep the ARG out.

OOC: shure... just make an application.

PS- sorry for the godmodding, but it has to be a little similar to WWII. we also need to go into more detail about what happens to the troops...

Like make a few stories here and there so we can RP it.

Ruthmenostan forces continue their patrols of the area. The farmland was mostly flat allowing only a few watch towers needed per mile. Each watchtower was fully equipped with a radio, a small barracks, a small armory, even an underground cellar that provided protection against being bombed from the air.

Ruthmenostan had called on 200,000 militia to add on to the 100,000 regulars. It was a small army and not well equipped with any explosive devices that could penetrate the large Ralkovian forts. They did have plenty of anti-aircraft guns though. Ralkovia permitted them the use of that since Ralkovia mostly transported troops by ships to Ruthmenostan.

OOC: Was that an attack on my fortifications?

(OOC: Narsindish's motivation is that the North has a lot of blood relations with Ascelonia. They probably represent the Soviets in this scenario, except they're on the wrong side. They're also pretty arrogant, as this telling message shows...)

The message was short. Barely more than two lines. It would sign the death warrant of Narsindish.

To: The Untermensch government of Falkasia
From: The Nation of Narsindish

Then we shall make it official. We declare war on you filthy, inbred people.

From
The Nation of Narsindish

Okay.

I'm the Yanbanian General (and later President) Gendul El Yapari

OOC: yeah...

To: The World
From: Axis Forces

We believe that it is about the right moment to purify this world of non-Ascelonian and non-Narsindish peoples. It's time to have fun.

Your Friend,
Andrew Dreyfuss

OOC: The Video below, yes, i know its like copyright thing, and its a 1970s military version. But just say it is1940s (even its not; and i like to show off XP; and even its stupid) and I will still honor the 1940s weaponry.
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Nation Name: The Empire of Vietnam
Ruler Name: Emperor Dinh X
Notes: Massive military, Video below, Sending 350,000 Forces, reinforcement may happen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfZ-tUA3BI0

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To: Gendul El Yapari
From: Axis Forces

When do you seek to contribute to this attack? And how much?

The Secretary of War walked into President Gendul El Yapari's Office right on time.
"Reminising about the good ol' days?" the Secretary of War asked as he stared at the President, who was holding up and staring at a gold medal with the Yanbanian symbol, a 6 pointed star, engraved into it.
"Yes, yes I am," responded the somewhat dazed President.
"Do you want to know how I got this medal?" the President asked.
"Sure, I'm on my day off anyway," replied the Secretary of War.
"Well... It all began on that fateful day."

A captain came running into General Gendul El Yapari's Headquarters.

OOC: Forgot to mention, I be in the Coalition Forces.

Official Press Release of the Falkasian Government
Due to recent events and the encroachment of the filthy scum know as the Emperatium Drakonicum, the People's Republic of Falkasia officially delcares war on Emperatium. As our first action in this war, we have authorized the test of an experiemntal weapon, known as the "atomic bomb," over their soil. If all goes well, we will continue dropping said bombs until our inventory of 20 runs out. All nations who are currently enemies of Falkasia, you have been warned.

OCC: Oh, and don't think I can't read German. I'm fluent in almost 4 languages, not including English.

Captain: Sir, we just recieved a message from the Axis forces!

General El Yapari: I already read over it. Tell them, I'm ready.

Captain: What divisions should I supply to the new front.

General El Yapari: (smoking pipe) Bring in Division 18 of the Army and put them on the main lines. I want 101st airborne in my office immediately.

Captain: yes sir.

5:03 AM- Battle of Tribith Crossing

ORBAT
Infantry Corps I
Infantry Corps V
Infantry Corps XI
Mech Infantry Corps III
Mech Infantry Corps IV
Mobile Infantry Corps I
Armor Corps III
Air Wing II

General: Alright men, you have your orders. I want each of you to stay near President Andrew, as his personal bodyguards.

Soldier 1: Sir, shouldn't we join the Coalition. The Republic is corrupt and it seems it would be easier to join the Coalition to topple the government.

General El Yapari: All in due time soldier, all in due time. Anyway, you're all dismissed.

The Next day, news of the battle reaches General El Yapari.

6:27 AM- Press Release

Crowded by reporters, Andrew walks down the marble steps of City Hall.

"I authorize missiles to intercept any bombers flying over Narsindish."

ooc: Tribith is where?

Nation Name: The Armed Republic of Islamjudianity
Ruler Name: President Naqba
Notes: Liberal parties have demanded more secularisation of the country. In response to this, a draft has been instated in order to prevent anymore youths from joining the movement. Although most liberals only go as far as to stage protests, no movement like this has ever been witnessed by the largely conservative populace.

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President Naqba walked down the landing strip that led off the northern island of the Islamajudianitian archipelago. It was spring and the weather was temperate. P-51 and Dornier 335 excersises were going on and the sound of aircraft engines filled the air. One of his advisors approached.

"The Liberals have just staged another protest on Massada U. campus," he said glumly.

"Damnit," he replied coldly. "They gain more strength everyday. I'm losing the public to them." Growing numbers of Jews, Muslims and Christians were now leaning to the left. He looked towards the sea, Ascelonia and Ruthomenistan were due north of them, where the weather was colder. He turned to face him, "I have an idea to regain public support."

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To: Ascelonia
From: President Naqba of Islamajudianity

The Armed Republic of Islamajudianity greatly condemns the unholy treatment of the children of God within your lands. Surrender to us now and cease your actions and maybe you will not all be punished in the after life. If not, you will find yourselves coming under divine punishment.

(OOC: I'm supporting the coalition. Islamajudianity is a large archipelago of islands, similar in size to Indonesia, and has a large, industrial population and a large military.)

General El Yapari walks into the room of the President of Yanbania (OOC: Yapari is the president NOW. This conflict takes place 20 years ago for Yanbania).

President: General, I thought I told you that the Coalition were our friends.

General El Yapari: The coalition are weak. We must defend the Republic of Ascelonia!

President: I don't agree to that.

General El Yapari: Good, because you won't be president when I'm done with you.

(gunshot)

General El Yapari: Good night, Mr. President, good night.

President El Yapari walks into his new office the next day.
"Sir, should I send a declaration of war to the Coalition?" asked a general.
"Send one in. In fact, I already have one typed up," replied the President.

OOC: Got to eat dinner XD

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The Empire of Vietnam Official Notice


The Empire has declared war on the Axis nations. They will send 2 Royal Division and 1 Armored Battalion. The scientist are developing an experimental weapon that is not disclosed to the public.

"Mobilize all batteries!!!" screamed General Justin Redeker as the artillery moved into place. They had been banned by the treaty of the First War, but he brought them back... Tribith Crossing was a bloody mess.

Soldiers from all sides fought and struggled to gain control of the crossing, which stood on a hill elevated above the rest of the landscape. The crossing was actually a railway and road crossing. Tanks and trucks poured into provide reinforcements. The fighting was out of control. Men who ran out of ammo would draw knives, grab rocks and twigs, or simply use their fists.

They say there was enough blood spilled on that hill to make it related to a dozen Falkasian men. The fighting had degraded to a point where it was just a company, division, or regiment trying to gain control of the hill. They would often shoot down anyone not bearing their patch.

Declaration of War:

To: The Coalition and all their allies
From: The Newly Instated President Genduel El Yapari

Dear Coalition infidels,

Prepare to be crushed by the might of Yanbania's Military! Seeing as you oppose our ally, the Republic of Ascelonia, you must die.

President Genduel El Yapari

ooc: Tribith is where?

OOC: border between some obscure nation overrun by ARG forces and Falkasia. We fight to gain control of an important railway connection. It's a bloody mess. Though we gain control of railway, we lose a lot of men.

"Armaggeddon 1, this is tower. Please confirm you have crossed the border into Nardishish aerospace."

"Roger tower. Armaggeddon 1 has crossed the border and has entered Nardishish aerospace. We are making our way towards the drop-zone. Resistance has been minimal to none."

"Confirmed. Ascend to 45,000 feet before commencing radio silence."

"Umm, tower. The service ceiling of the B-29 is only 40,000 feet."

"Yes, we know that. So long as you keep wearing your masks, you should be ok. Commence radio silence once you reach that altitude. Make sure you arm your bomb as well."

"Roger that, Armaggeddon 1 out."

In Ruthmenostan,

Militia and Armed forces had to pull back, they had passed the defensive line and were now behind them. Heavy artillery and Light Artillery were turned around and the rest of the military forces headed to the second defensive line. This was patrolled by Ralkovian forces. Anti-aircraft missiles, tanks, artillery, etc. were across the line, trenches covered the area around the forts. There were only 2 actual ways in to the fortresses. 1 from the massive 10 foot thick steel gates or 2 through the deadly maze of trenches. The 1st way in would be the easiest as the deadly maze often led into a fall off pit where soldiers would stay stuck for a long time.

A few days later, President Genduel El Yapari arrives at Tribith Crossing.
The place was a mess of stinking bodies and abandoned guns. President El Yapari was not pleased by the situation. Thus, he sent in two divisions:

The Veterans of the Yanbanian Revolution, the 120th Airborne
The Newly recruited 102nd Armor Division

OOC: border between some obscure nation overrun by ARG forces and Falkasia. We fight to gain control of an important railway connection. It's a bloody mess. Though we gain control of railway, we lose a lot of men.

OOC: Shouldn't you have waited for me to RP my guys?

"Control Tower, this is Warlord. My air fleet is preparing to drop a 500 megaton payload onto their capital, over."

"Roger that. You have full authorization, over."

"Alright! Swallows! Watch my six! over."

(OOC: Uh, Falkasia, Emperatium Drakonicum doesn't exist yet. You're being attacked by Narsindish. As for what Untermensch means? It's inferior, if I am correct. I dunno, I'm not actually German. Also, the second telegram should be suitably...ironic.)

To: The Inferior Peoples of Falkasia
From: May you all shrivel and die like wheat before a plague. But since God will not touch such filth, we will purge your blight with our weapons. Of words we will not speak to each other unless it us gloating over our banners flying over your cities and as the crows devour your entrails.

With Curses of Pestilence,
The Nation of Narsindish

To: Ascelonia
From: Your Brothers in Arms

May the light of our glory shine over the ruins of the wicked, neh?

With friendship,
Narsindish

OOC: Shouldn't you have waited for me to RP my guys?

Sorry about the godmoding... lol... trying to make a blitzkrieg...

In Ruthmenostan,

Militia and Armed forces had to pull back, they had passed the defensive line and were now behind them. Heavy artillery and Light Artillery were turned around and the rest of the military forces headed to the second defensive line. This was patrolled by Ralkovian forces. Anti-aircraft missiles, tanks, artillery, etc. were across the line, trenches covered the area around the forts. There were only 2 actual ways in to the fortresses. 1 from the massive 10 foot thick steel gates or 2 through the deadly maze of trenches. The 1st way in would be the easiest as the deadly maze often led into a fall off pit where soldiers would stay stuck for a long time

OOC: This is getting a little out of hand. I'm losing track here. No idea what's going on.

After inspecting the lines at Tribith, President El Yapari returned to the Capital.
Upon his return, Yanbania's citizens began massive riots. Riots to oppose the Republic of Ascelonia and to join the Coalition. Then, President El Yapari, in order to reinstate order, began Project Nuclear, a program which the former President denied.

Ooc: Slow Down Everyone!!!!

"101st airborne, standing by! Preparing to drop some grasshoppers on Falkasian soil! Over."

"Roger that. Wait for Warlord to clear the way. Over."

"Mmkay. I can smell the napalm already [laughing]. Over."

Project Nuclear was a massive Uranium Mining Project, previously denied by the former President for environmental reasons. President El Yapari, on the other hand, had his own plans. He planned to commission an atomic bomb. He brought together his best group of scientists to work on the project.

(OOC: Uh, Falkasia, Emperatium Drakonicum doesn't exist yet. You're being attacked by Narsindish. As for what Untermensch means? It's inferior, if I am correct. I dunno, I'm not actually German. Also, the second telegram should be suitably...ironic.)

To: The Inferior Peoples of Falkasia
From: May you all shrivel and die like wheat before a plague. But since God will not touch such filth, we will purge your blight with our weapons. Of words we will not speak to each other unless it us gloating over our banners flying over your cities and as the crows devour your entrails.

With Curses of Pestilence,
The Nation of Narsindish

To: Ascelonia
From: Your Brothers in Arms

May the light of our glory shine over the ruins of the wicked, neh?

With friendship,
Narsindish

OOC: How is it ironic? Oh, and Untermersch means something different than inferior. It means subhuman.

ooc: Yanbania it would take years for you do actually get a nuke out of the program
Inferior equals sub-human

"ARG forces ready and on standby to pierce second line."

"Standby."

"What?! We're ready! My men can do this!"

"You @#$%ing kidding me?!! You'll get 'em killed! Wait for air force and artillery to back you up!"

"[silence]"

10:04 AM- Two official press release statements

The Ascelonian Republic is willing to lend nuclear weapons to Yanbania. 5 of our 30 nuclear bombs will be given to them. The Ascelonian Republic also denies abuse of human rights within our nation.

The Generals of President El Yapari's cabinet were beginning to think El Yapari was as crazy as their former Secretary of Defense (who was insane). They devised a plan to kill him. It worked all too well. By morning, Yapari was dead. He was replaced by his clone, President El Yapari II.

OOC: Napalm... very nice, lol. I don't think the Napalm your thinking of exists yet. They had a slightly different napalm in WW2, but nothing like that used in Vietnam.

President El Yapari II decomissioned Project Nuclear. He also made it clear that he was in support of the Coalition. Soon, all troops were moved to Coalition lines. President El Yapari II became famous for the following sentence, which marked the fate of the Republic of Ascelonia:

"Is their capital burning?"

President El Yapari II decomissioned Project Nuclear. He also made it clear that he was in support of the Coalition. Soon, all troops were moved to Coalition lines. President El Yapari II became famous for the following sentence, which marked the fate of the Republic of Ascelonia:

"Is their capital burning?"

OCC: No! There's a shield covering my capitol!:p ROFL. No, I'm jsut kidding. Had to throw that in. Sorry.

(The President ends his story about how he got the medal, which I won't put here because it's irrelevant)

OOC: Now I'm shifting to the view of a 101st airborne soldier during the war.

OOC: I know, but this will be like the fire bombing of Kyoto and London.

(OOC: As for the irony, "Stand over the ruins of the wicked", whose being wicked here? They're the Axis for a reason.)

OOC: I know, but this will be like the fire bombing of Kyoto and London.

OOC: Yes, I know. That's not Napalm, its airbursting Incendiary bombs.

It was a cloudy day.

Not exactly the perfect day to be a paratrooper.

Jonathan Aimes, a veteran paratrooper from other wars, was on his way to Tribith.

All was quiet aboard the plane, with the exception of the humming of the engines. His was one plane in a whole fleet of planes heading for Tribith to assist Coalition Forces.

"Yes."

Replied Andrew... who was on a rage from his vitamins. Sweat slid off of his crooked face and hit the wooden table.

"Mr. President... we've done what you told us to..." said a guard.

OOC: Yes, I know. That's not Napalm, its airbursting Incendiary bombs.

OOC: My bad lol... just trying to misquote Starcraft... lol "I love the smell of napalm in the morning."

OOC: Holy! after eatting dinner, 3 pages from my last post was formed? Jesus..

"All men stand ready!" roared Captain Anderson over the engine's whir.

One by one, the men counted off....
"Equipment one ready!"
"Equipment two ready!"

After the count down, the men jumped out of the plane, one by one.

One Coalition soldier would later descibe it "like thousands of bubbles from a child's pipe"

"OH MY GOD!!! MY DEAR MARIA!!! JESUS!!! OH GOD!!!" cried the President. Faking tears as the press surrounded him. A pool of blood formed at the marble steps of his palace.

"We have deemed this to be a joint effort between Falkasia and Ralkovia. The rifle is from Ralkovia and the bullet is from Falkasia. This is a disgusting new low," said the Secret Police Commissioner leading the press elsewhere.

Despite the fact Jonathan Aimes had been through many battles, this was a surprise for him.

Unlike previous battles where he had been shot down by machinegun fire, the battlefield was quiet...

Official Press Release from Falkasia
It has come to our attention that Ascelonia has been committing horrible acts of genocide and murder under the noses of world leaders. They ahve set up concentration camps throughout their despicable country, shuffling off people to die based on factors such as skin color, religion, race, all of which are uncontrollable. We have irrefutable proof of these actions in the form of written documents captured by our Intelligence services, as well as prisoners themselves, half-dead and rescued by our Intelligence Services during recon missions. We demand the release of all prisoners from Ascelonian camps immediately, or the People's Republic of Falkasia will assemble a joint coaliton to free those held agaisnt their wil land bring the eladers of Ascelonia to justice.

"Oh God... so many planes... wait... their Yanbania... what the hell? They're paradropping here..." said a soldier.

"Yanbanian Airforces, we request the reasoning behind landing troops here. Cease now or forever hold your peace," cried radio operators.

Telegram from Ascelonian High Command:

"Bring it on."

OOC: My bad lol... just trying to misquote Starcraft... lol "I love the smell of napalm in the morning."

OOC: It's perfectly fine. Most people think it was napalm, because it looks like it after the fragments have burnt themselves out.

"Aimes, over here!" screamed Anderson over the gunshots.

"Sir, wheres the rest of the troops?" asked a bewildered Jonathan.

"Just like I suspected. Those Republic rats set us up."

"Set us up?"

"Never mind. Anyway, Coalition lines are miles away. The rest of the men are heading for enemy lines so we have to follow them."

"Sh*t! They're attacking!" screamed a captain into the radio as paratroopers began landing around Tribith Crossing. The confused radio operators continued to ask them to confirm it.

"I am @#%^ing confirming it! Can't you here the gunshots?"

Anti-aircraft began opening fire.

Jonathan was busy sniping Ascelonian Troops from his newly dug foxhole.

Captain Anderson radioed the Ascelonian Capital Radio Room with this message,

"I hope you all rot in hell. Yanbania shall support the Coalition forever. Say goodbye to your corrupt Republic of Ascelonia"

The paratrooper planes began crashing, but the attack didn't let up. More troopers came in, soon overwhelming the Ascelonian outer defenses. Jonathan was among the troops leading the charge.

"For freedom!" Jonathan screamed as they threw themselves at the weakening Ascelonian defense line.

"This is the end," weeped Herman Firbach in his 8 by 8 cell. He was imprisoned for disloyalty to Andrew and handed a rope, a pistol, and a flask of poison and given to chose which way he would die. He looked into the mirror on the wall. Seeing the proud series of medals lining his chest for his bravery and conviction. He grabbed the pistol.

Outside the cell, a single gunshot echoed through the hallways of the Secret Police Interrogation Area.

"Emperor Dinh, there are some harsh deadly battles in Tribith. Should we engage and help out with Falkasia?" said Prime Minister Le

"Yes....send 2 Division" said Emperor

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Before entering Tribith's Airspace, thousand of planes carrying 2 Divisions; 104th and 29th. Nervous men are anxious the wake of the battle.

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"Captain, over their 3 o'clock, another Paratrooper company! Why on earth are they coming from that direction!" said Co-pilot

The Captain look at the list, "They aren't in the list...I'll look through the Binoculars"

The Captain peers through the binoculars and recognized them...

"SH** its one of the Axis Nations, tell all planes for emergency green light, we might not get to our destination drop points" said the Captain

"Yes sir!" said the co-p

Radio transmissions were erratic across the Ascelonian Republic.

OOC: Falkasia... you forgot about ur nukes heading for Narsindish.

It was shortly after 7 at night when the Falkasian transport plane flew over the capitol of Ascelonia. It had glided through the night with it's engines off, passing the AA batteries unseen and unheard. Once it reached a designated dropzone, it's main hatch door opened up, spewing forth propaganda leaflets, of which the majority of the facts were true. The fluttered to the ground like feathers on the wind, been spread in all directions. At the very top, it had a picture of one of the prisoners who had been rescued from the camps, starved and almost dead.

Below, it read;

People of Ascelonia. You are listening to lies, all lies.
Your so called leaders are corrupt.
Your so called leaders are brutal.
Your so called leaders care for you not.
Your so called leaders are madmen.
Your so called leaders care more about their own substance addictions, than they do the people.

Rebel against them, and you will become the vast majority.
Speak out against them, and the etrocities they are commiting.
Follow them not, into the darkest reaches of hell.

"ATTENTION!!!" screamed a general into the radio. "Stop your bickering! The more you cry, the less likely you're gonna get help! Defend all anti-aircraft defenses. We need to slow them down enough to pull out. Infantry Corps I should cover the retreat along with half of the Armors."

Ascelonian Ministry of Public Enlightenment

Do not listen to their lies!!! That is a picture of ARG prisoners of war in THEIR camps... the sick bastards are torturing them to death! Take arms and defend what is yours!!!

Meanwhile in Ralkovia.

Maximillian stood at his desk reading the reports.
"Harvests...good. Taxes good, Population ooh in good order, very swell." He opened one with the headline Important on it, opening it up it smelled new, the ink just off the press, he read the title.

To: His most Esteemed Emperor
From: Colonel Tyler Schaeffer, Ruthmenostan

Ascelonian forces have attacked Ruthmenostan border. Ralkovian forces holding line. Request reinforcements.

"WHAT!??!?!" Maximillian screamed, Death Guard forces barged into the room thinking that the Emperor had been attacked. He picked up the letter and told the Death Guard to call the ministry council.

A letter was sent back to Ruthmenostan in a few hours. 800,000 men were on their way. Altogether 1.3 million men would join in this fight.

Ralkovian ships headed to Ruthmenostan. Within 5 days the ships had left Ralkovia and arrived at port, hundreds of regulars fielding weapons headed to the frontlines. Tanks, artillery, and aircraft were all on their way to the front.

Captain Anderson began to doubt the Ascelonian generals' sanity. Many of the generals he had fought put up a better fight. But he didn't have time to doubt their sanity. He had a job to do.

Sitting in his room, sedated with whiskey and pornography, Andrew laughs as his generals try to inform him of the situation. The ARG is still intact and a very capable fighting force, but they need to be reorganized.

The buzz of war filled the air. The air groaned under the burden of hundreds of airframes, as warplanes jockeyed for position. Every pilot wanted the honor of being the first soldier to open fire against the Falkasians. The Narsindish Air Cavalry swept toward the foe having flown several hours ahead of the main formation. They were a preliminary force, a feeler. How well had their foe dug in? Were they still digging trenches? Had they withdrawn? Were they waiting for them to attack? The commandants wanted to know. If they killed some of their foe doing it, all the better.

It was three o’clock. The sky was still under the reign of the moon and stars. The world could still have peace.

It never came to be. Searchlights burst to life, their brilliance like that of cold white spears. The lights swept across the Narsindish Air Cavalry, confirming to the world that this would be war between Falkasia and Narsindish. Neither would have it any other way to begin with. There was answer to the commandants’ questions. Their foe was here, and he was ready.

"Devil tails! To war, dive upon those Falkasians! Bring upon them purifying flames! To War! DIVE, DIVE, DIVE!" a voice screamed over the radios. It was answered by the warcries of hundreds of Northerner aircrews. Their planes descended, the neat formations like arrowheads falling upon a medieval army. It was like a swarm of insects descending upon fields of wheat.

The Falkasian anti-aircraft crews were swift and smart. They had been expecting the Narsindish attack for quite a while. Gun barrels, cleverly hidden underneath camo nets, were swiftly revealed. They rose near simultaneously. Like an army of pike men raising their cruel pikes towards the foe. The crews yelled out ranges and targets. The clang of closing breaches spread across the Falkasian lines. They aimed. They fired.

The sky burst into flames. The roaring warplanes turned into screaming wrecks as a wall of flack detonations emerged from nothingness. The sudden chatter of ack-ack guns were heralds of terrible ruin. Tracers probed the skies. Their hits were fatal. Rounds ripped holes into fuselages, bursting fuel tanks, killing pilots, tearing apart engine blocks. The horrible momentum of the Narsindish dive threw the warplanes into a meat grinder. That same momentum kept them on their goal. The screaming fireballs that were once comrades galvanized their fellow crews. They would not fail. Vengeance must be paid.

Several miles away, Great Commandant Quilan watched through field classes as night was artificially turned into day.

"Tribith crossing has to be abandoned!!! Take whatever oil you can from Ruthmenostan! We need to pull back!" screamed the same Ascelonian general into the radio.

ARG numbers still stand at almost 10 million.

OOC: this is before Ascelonia is founded out of the ruins of the Republic...

World News
The port city of Ascelonia has released two submarines each armed with nuclear weapons. How many is not certain.

With the main defenses broken, Anderson and his troopers began burning all in sight.

"Theres nothing quite as nice as seeing the enemy burning" smiled Anderson.

"I couldn't agree more sire," replied Jonathan as he set some bodies on fire.

OOC: What's the terrain like in Narsindish? For some reason, I keep picturing it as a desert.

ooc: can you guys slow it down, I think I'm speaking for a few when I say it's getting impossible to keep up.

To: Ruthomenistan
From: President Naqba of Islamajudianity

Brothers, know that the nation of Islamajudianity will lend unconditional support to you. If you allow it, we have 3 carrier battlegroups assembled and are ready to send our third army to your lands over the course of two weeks.

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At the military harbors of Salat and Gospel, soldiers, vehicles and supplies were crowded onto boats ready to take off for Ruthomenistan. Meanwhile, battleships prepared to lead the way to war.

New Year's Day 1947- Tirbith Crossing

Ascelonian bombers seem to be making a suicide run. One bomber heads straight for the ground...

"Oh... dear God... Oh Jesus..."

A nuclear bomb has struck vaporizing three small towns and irradiating a major city.

Another 15 planes drone in and drop bombs on the fleeing Ascelonian Republic survivors.

"[laugh] Oh this is good," said a pilot to his co.

"Yep [opens bomb bay] It is," replied the bombadier.

5:43 AM

The Ascelonian Republic wishes to make peace with their enemies.

As the trains stopped, a lethal fighting force was unleashed. In ruthmenostan 800 tanks and 2000 Half-tracks crossed the fields Ascelonian troops would be wiped out as the driving force continued to sweep across the level plains of the oil fields.

Anderson and Jonathan steal the disguises off two dead Ascelonian troops.

"You sure this'll get us close enough to Andrew?" asked Jonathan.

"Don't worry, trust me," replied Anderson.

They slowly but surely made their way past the mud to the first Ascelonian Checkpoint, IDs and guns in hand.

OOC: What's the terrain like in Narsindish? For some reason, I keep picturing it as a desert.

(OOC: It's a pretty big nation. Its got a little of everyithing. I mean, Emperatium Drakonicum ends up having 2 billion people in it, and that is AFTER (albiet, they had a recovery period) their massive civil war. Emperatium Drakonicum isn't even the entire south, its only three quarters of it. So yeah, its got a lot. The problem is that the North has A LOT of mountains. Almost the whole thing is composed of mountain chains and practically land locked. Bringing forces to bear at anything above it is nut bustingly hard.


EDIT: Wait, it's already over?)

Anderson consulted with the checkpoint's guards, and sure enough, they made it through.

After passing a series of checkpoints, posing as elite guards, they arrived at the burning capitol.

"Clouds of smoke... dead... soo many dead..." said a dazed Ascelonian soldier suffering from multiple radiation burns.

"Be proud, son! You were wounded fighting for the Republic!" said Andrew cheerily. "Yes... we would like to tell the world about this man's story... It seems that the Coalition seems not only to kill my family, but to turn our beloved nation into a nuclear wasteland.

"Wow," Jonathan said in awe, "Its beautiful."

Well, it would be, if it wasn't burning.

"Don't stare, we don't want to attract attention," Anderson said as they walked to the bunker where (through spies) President Andrew was supposedly located.

Telegram from Ascelonian High Command:

All parties involved should know that the Ascelonian Republic has a scorched earth policy... basically meaning that we will set off more nuclear weapons to keep you out of our nation.

"What the hell? Troops in the capital?" asked Andrew in his office.

"Yes, sir... my apologies..."

"Don't feed me that @#%^!!!" he screamed with a slap.

It was 3:42 in the morning, January 2nd, 1947.

In response to the Ascelonian nuclear attack, two lone Falksian B-29 Bombers approached the outskirts of a major military base.

The planes were flying higher than most AA guns could shoot, and therefore generally safe. As the approached the base, they opened their bomb bays and armed the bombs. As they were released and free-fell to earth, the pilots kicked their plane into high-gear, flying straight as fast as they could to attempt top outrun the blastwave.

Moments later, the skies of the region were lit up by two large mushroom clouds.

OOC: Edit: I hadn't read your latest psot. If you wish to delcare peace, just act like this hadn't happened.

Both of them stood in front of the imposing bunker. Although they had a job to do, they couldn't help but admire the greatness that was the now defunct Ascelonian Republic.

Then Anderson knocked on the door, praying they'd survive this encounter....

"They were... paratroopers..."

"What the #$%^?" asked Andrew "Get the Elite Guard to stop them."

The door hinged open.

They were greeted by a lone, tired-looking Ascelonian guard.

After some ad-libbing, they were inside.

"My dad would be proud of me," said Anderson, teary eyed.

Jonathan ignored Anderson's babbling and looked at his (spy made) map of the bunker.

(OOC: Is this over already? I made ONE post about the war, and it's already over?)

Burning flags and banners. Once a time where every home, household, and apartment were to have the Ascelonian Republican flag hanging. It was all meaningless now. Mushrooms were sprouting all over their nation.

"Missile command. It's time to show them the true meaning of nuclear..." whispered Andrew into the telephone. Remaining military bases began arming their nuclear payloads along with the two submarines, which were preparing to surface.

Anderson stated in a calm voice,"I think they found us..."

Jonathan screamed, "RUN!!"

They both ran throughout the complex, dodging guard after guard until they reached Andrew's room.

Ralkovian soldiers crossed the border, they were wearing hazmat gear, primitive but effective.

Soldiers quickly spread out battalions staying a few miles away from each other to avoid being wiped out in one blast. Above Ralkovian fighter planes and a few fighter bombers watched for any enemy airplanes. The plan was working, soldiers would soon reach the capital without a hitch.

Anti-missile systems were carried on truckbeds ready to destroy anything percieved as a threat.

OOC: lol... it's not over yet... you can sign a peace treaty and I will continue fighting.

Meanwhile on Tribith's airspace

"What on earth is happening down there?" said the Captain "Get a frequency to the Falkasia Ground Forces"

"Hello, is anyone there? This is the Vietnam Paratrooper Division? We got orders to aid you." said the Captain

Anderson and Jonathan kicked open the door to Andrew's room and threw in a smoke grenade.

Anderson: Put your hands up or I'll shoot!

Jonathan: That's right!

OOC: Seriously I am totally lost of whats going on now.

Screams coming in from the radio... The enemy's redundant message is apparent. The Ascelonian Republic is crippled. They have no powers.

"If we are not the chosen race! Then we must be destroyed!" screamed Andrew.

"Fire the missiles."

Yes... the famous order that would totally destroy what left of the Ascelonian Republic.

OOC: Lol... I've dropped a nuke on Tribith and they've dropped a nuke on a military installation in the mountain ranges to destroy a military base. Yanbania thinks he's captured Andrew Dreyfuss.

IC: Unfortunately, the man was a fake and he had remote controlled bombs on him.

Anderson shoots Andrew in the chest, knocking him to the end of the room.

Meanwhile, Jonathan ties up the two guards in the room and utters a cry of victory as he thinks they have won. Little does he know... He is wrong..

"Um... unfortunately, we cannot do that... wait... who the hell are you guys?

"Ascelonian Secret Police... now fire it!!!"

"No, we can't do it..."

(gunshots)

"Okay! Okay!"

The sky flared up brilliantly as the chariots of death came galloping across the Ascelonian Republic.

The fake man explodes, knocking both Jonathan and Andrew back. They suffer burns. But the worst is to come. Not knowing Andrew and Jonathan were there, the Yanbanian missile bases waste the entire base. All that's left is ash.

Telegram from Ascelonian High Command:

We request a peace treaty or we will destroy this part of the world. We have the ability to stop the missiles... The buttons are here...

(OOC: Will someone answer me? EDIT: Forget it, next time, I WILL NOT PUT IN GOOD DETIALS! Frack you, fast pace of this RP, frack you.)

Narsindish High Command was busy. Aid-de-camps rushed from one room to another as typewriters clacked furiously. Everything was a mess, papers fluttered about, lost and forgotten as messengers rushed to deliver reports.

"What the hell is going on here! Someone answer me Dammit!" A General snarled, a vein bulging at his neck. "Multiple unconfirmed nuclear detonations? Where! Who the hell thought it was a good idea to launch these things!"

"SIR! Ascelonia is burning!"

"Impossible! We only just started our attack!"

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On the Falkasian border, Narsindish tanks roared into position, their turrets questing for targets. Bombers and their fighter escorts were overhead, but noone could see them. They had flown to high, the would wait for the ground attack to hit first. The sky was dark again. It was believed that the air wing ahead of them had been wiped out to the last warplane. Tearing apart the soft loam underneath their treads, the Narsindish armoured assault drove forward.

Meanwhile on Tribith's airspace

"What on earth is happening down there?" said the Captain "Get a frequency to the Falkasia Ground Forces"

"Hello, is anyone there? This is the Vietnam Paratrooper Division? We got orders to aid you." said the Captain

Coughs were heard over the radio, followed by a voice occasionally broken by static. The voice was dazed.

"We read you Vietnamese. They just nuked us. Don't know how many dead. Some of us were able to take cover udnerground before it blew. Get out of here."

In the background, there was mumbling. "And down from the heavens came balls of fire, scorching and incinerating the earth. God had sent his angel. The end is near."

OOC: Well thats the consequences for people posting too much like what every 2 minutes?

IC: "Gahh nothing......wait...over the distant...a mushroom??? HOLY SH*T ITS NUCLEAR! Get me another frequency, Falkasia this is Vietnam Paratrooper Division, is their a place for us to paratroop down to?" said Hung

There was empty silence on the radio

Yanbania is also suffering. Unfortunately, an Ascelonian (may I use him?) scientist rewires 10 missiles to land in Yanbanian cities. Yanbania is burning, and so is the hopes and dreams of the Yanbanian revolutionists when they first established the country.

Ascelon City was the only untouched area from the nukes...

Captain... or General (so many had died that he would be the next in the chain of command) James Earl Hammond stepped through the ruins with seven soldiers under his command...

OOC: sorry... I gtg... continue tomorrow.

OOC: Just wait, the next time you come back it will be like Page 20 for this freaking fast posting....

(OOC: Will someone answer me? EDIT: Forget it, next time, I WILL NOT PUT IN GOOD DETIALS! Frack you, fast pace of this RP, frack you.)

Narsindish High Command was busy. Aid-de-camps rushed from one room to another as typewriters clacked furiously. Everything was a mess, papers fluttered about, lost and forgotten as messengers rushed to deliver reports.

"What the hell is going on here! Someone answer me Dammit!" A General snarled, a vein bulging at his neck. "Multiple unconfirmed nuclear detonations? Where! Who the hell thought it was a good idea to launch these things!"

"SIR! Ascelonia is burning!"

"Impossible! We only just started our attack!"

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On the Falkasian border, Narsindish tanks roared into position, their turrets questing for targets. Bombers and their fighter escorts were overhead, but noone could see them. They had flown to high, the would wait for the ground attack to hit first. The sky was dark again. It was believed that the air wing ahead of them had been wiped out to the last warplane. Tearing apart the soft loam underneath their treads, the Narsindish armoured assault drove forward.

The soldiers saw the enemy tanks coming and brought their AT weaponry to bear. Quoting a famous line for the American Revolution, their commanding officer said, "Don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes!.... or in our case, the machiengun turret!"

Most of the soldiers held steadfast, despite what they had heard about the other operations taking place along the border.

As the tanks rolled closer, and within range, the commanding office stood on a concrete "dragon's tooth" tank trap in from of the line and looked back towards his battle-weary troops. "We wil lstand steadfast here. We will not give an inch without making them pay for it! Tonight, we fight for Falkasia!.........OPEN FIRE!!!"

OOC: Yea, I gtg too. Needed elsewhere actually. Cay guys alter.

"Sir I receive message from Vietnam...They say go to Falkasia...and drop there...what on Earth is going on!!! We bloody low on fuel." said the Co-pilot

"Then we go to Falkasia...there's no point of dropping in Tribith....send them a radio call that we will be arriving soon." said Hung

"To the Falkasia Ground Forces of the Falkasian border. We contain 2 Paratrooper Division, please don't shoot if you see us from above. Is there anywhere you like us to drop down?" said the Co-Pilot....saw the fuel gauge

"damn......half tank full...we need that to get home after the drop...."

OOC: Right, this is very confusing. Could somebody post a summary of whats going on, like a list of the events so far? That would be very helpful. In the mean time...

IC: The seventeen year old king cackled with excitement.
"People are dying!" he sniggered.
"Sir," said his general, "I think now would be the best time to end Operation Purification."
"End?"
"Kill them all." It was obvious to General Bluttrinker that the King Heinrich had no idea what he was talking about. "Destroy the death camps."
"Oh yes, quite." nodded the king. "Kill them all!!!!"

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Bombers destroyed the Parilisan death camps, leaving hundreds of socialists, communists, heretics and anti-monarchists burning in heaps of blasted out buildings. They had given no warning to the gaurds of the prisons, so most had been destroyed along with their prisoners. After the death camps had been destroyed the bombers turned to Ascelonia, engines thrumming as if they were excited at the prospect of killing.

They descended on war-torn Ascelonia like locusts on crops, bombing what looked like concentration camps. It was for the benefit of Ascelonia, if the world ever found out what the two nations had been doing in the Purification Camps then there would be outrage.

The Sniper had killed hundreds, and as of yet few people had acknowledged his existence. He was out of ammo now, and silently slipped out of the camp and into the snowy world outside. Blood had frozen into the icy ground and all around were corpses. The smell of death lingered in the air. He whispered into the radio device only a few words.
"Where are you, commander?"
"I'm waiting. The bridge."
He hoisted his rifle onto his soldier and looked at his compass. He would head to the bridge, meet with the 1000 Parilisan troops there and then attack.

This was gonna be fun!

OOC: Parilisa, whatever happened to the Stalinesque leader? Oh, right that's in the future. Nevermind.

Zeppelins, fighters, destroyers, and whatever remained of the ghost forces of Ascelon City were fleeing. A fleet of C-30 Cargo Planes were pulling out the hundred thousand soldiers that they could carry. The rest would be damned. A half million remained in the city short of food and water supplies along with the ten million civilians.

Radioactive waste coated the barren landscape that was once fertile fields. Several cities had been vaporized by the nuclear explosions.

January 4th, 1948- Formal Presentation of Peace Treaty

"The Ascelonian government, which has survived till now in a remote island within a distant colony, is offering peace in exchange for amnesty and alleviation of the poor conditions of the Ascelonian Republic's citizens."

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to close this... It's kinda taking over my life... lol

OOC: Welcome to the club. Good RPs kinda do take over peoples' lives, lol.