Falkasia
17-08-2008, 03:45
Two Weeks Earlier:
It all started with a freak accident in Gragastavia only two weeks ago when a group of contractors were hired by the government to find a suitable area to construct the country's first Casino, taking them only a few days to find a suitable loaction. Construction started shortly there after. However, in the process of clearing the land of vegetation and preparing it for construction, the Falkasian Embassy located nearby was accidently condemned for demolition, being bulldozed unknowingly by the workers.
Present:
The TV goes out, revealing static for a minute, then re-tuning itself back to the New Station it was at previously. On screen appeared a Gragastavian TV Anchor desk. Behind the desk sits the TV News Anchor, an expression of worry on his face. Getting a prompt from somewhere off camera, he shuffles his papers and begins speaking.
"We apologize for interrupting your program, but a series of developments have occuried along the Gragastavian-Falkasian border. About a half-hour ago, Falkasian tanks began rolling across the border and into Gragstavian held territory. The cause of such hostilite action is assumed to be in response to the accidental destruction of their embassy, although there is some speculation that the intent of these attacks are more or less to secure the oil-rich region of the Gragastavian Highlands. I take you now to on-the-scene reporter Martin Sambroza. Martin?"
A series of footage is played, showing Falkasian T-72s plowing down a "crappy-brick" border fence as they advance into Gragastavia, a Falkasian Supply Convoy driving down a country road completely unapposed, and a burning Gragastavian tank in the middle of an abandoned city. The screen then turns into an image of a sandbag and concrete bunker, hastily constructed in the middle of what looks like a wheat field. A lone man laying on his chest in the middle of the bunker with a microphone in his hand begins to speak as shells explode nearby.
"As you can see, the Falkasians have advanced deep into our great country, meeting little organized resistance along the way. All we can hope now is that the army can regroup itself and push them back in time."
Another shell explodes nearby, causing the screen to go static once more.
OOC:
Players:
Falkasia
Gragastavia
Rules:
No Godmodding
No nukes or Bio-Weapons (Like we even have any, lol)
This is a practice war. It is merely for fun and practice and has no effect on future relations.
Have fun!
Falkasian Map:
http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm410/Marshuno/FalkasianMapwithroads.gif
Gragatavian Map:
http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm410/Marshuno/map_of_gragastavia.jpg
It all started with a freak accident in Gragastavia only two weeks ago when a group of contractors were hired by the government to find a suitable area to construct the country's first Casino, taking them only a few days to find a suitable loaction. Construction started shortly there after. However, in the process of clearing the land of vegetation and preparing it for construction, the Falkasian Embassy located nearby was accidently condemned for demolition, being bulldozed unknowingly by the workers.
Present:
The TV goes out, revealing static for a minute, then re-tuning itself back to the New Station it was at previously. On screen appeared a Gragastavian TV Anchor desk. Behind the desk sits the TV News Anchor, an expression of worry on his face. Getting a prompt from somewhere off camera, he shuffles his papers and begins speaking.
"We apologize for interrupting your program, but a series of developments have occuried along the Gragastavian-Falkasian border. About a half-hour ago, Falkasian tanks began rolling across the border and into Gragstavian held territory. The cause of such hostilite action is assumed to be in response to the accidental destruction of their embassy, although there is some speculation that the intent of these attacks are more or less to secure the oil-rich region of the Gragastavian Highlands. I take you now to on-the-scene reporter Martin Sambroza. Martin?"
A series of footage is played, showing Falkasian T-72s plowing down a "crappy-brick" border fence as they advance into Gragastavia, a Falkasian Supply Convoy driving down a country road completely unapposed, and a burning Gragastavian tank in the middle of an abandoned city. The screen then turns into an image of a sandbag and concrete bunker, hastily constructed in the middle of what looks like a wheat field. A lone man laying on his chest in the middle of the bunker with a microphone in his hand begins to speak as shells explode nearby.
"As you can see, the Falkasians have advanced deep into our great country, meeting little organized resistance along the way. All we can hope now is that the army can regroup itself and push them back in time."
Another shell explodes nearby, causing the screen to go static once more.
OOC:
Players:
Falkasia
Gragastavia
Rules:
No Godmodding
No nukes or Bio-Weapons (Like we even have any, lol)
This is a practice war. It is merely for fun and practice and has no effect on future relations.
Have fun!
Falkasian Map:
http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm410/Marshuno/FalkasianMapwithroads.gif
Gragatavian Map:
http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm410/Marshuno/map_of_gragastavia.jpg