Cuborg
25-01-2009, 04:23
General Al-Asad and Minister of Resources both shivered in the bunker. It was -50 below outside, and the entirely-metal construction of the bunker didn't help much. Underneath the thick winter uniforms of the men, concerns about the resources of Cuborg had been boiling. Which was the whole reason Minister Ponce had came down to this South Cuborg hellhole.
"So, Minister, what do you propose to do about the resource shortage down here?"
"There's little we can do, Al-Asad. We can't divert resources from up north because, well, it's a far greater priority."
Al-Asad banged his fist on the cold table. "Goddammit, my men need more guns and tanks! We need metal and petrol!"
"There is one solution, but it involves provoking war against countless nations..."
"My men aren't afraid of a fight."
"I see. Tell you what. If we could find a 'stockpile' of supplies, could you and your men 'pick it up'?"
"Of course..."
OOC: Hittoria, we are invading your country, stealing your resources, and all that jazz. Flimsy excuse for an attack, but screw it, I want blood.
"So, Minister, what do you propose to do about the resource shortage down here?"
"There's little we can do, Al-Asad. We can't divert resources from up north because, well, it's a far greater priority."
Al-Asad banged his fist on the cold table. "Goddammit, my men need more guns and tanks! We need metal and petrol!"
"There is one solution, but it involves provoking war against countless nations..."
"My men aren't afraid of a fight."
"I see. Tell you what. If we could find a 'stockpile' of supplies, could you and your men 'pick it up'?"
"Of course..."
OOC: Hittoria, we are invading your country, stealing your resources, and all that jazz. Flimsy excuse for an attack, but screw it, I want blood.