RISK: Deloousional Edition

[Maypews]

Present day, Present time. Turn 12.

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[alix]

S.F.R. of Yugoslavia - Turn 12 (+26)

"Soldiers, non-commissioned officers and officers! Workers, peasants, and citizens!

Soldiers, NCOs, and officers of the Yugoslav Army, Partisans — men and women!

Peoples of Yugoslavia!

At this hour, Yugoslavian forces are in the early stages of military operations to disarm the fascist regime of Hyperborea, to free Eastern Europe's people and to defend all of the world from grave danger.

On my orders, JNA forces have begun striking selected targets of military importance close to our borders to undermine Velimir Yuriev's ability to wage war. These are opening stages of what will be a broad and concerted campaign. All of our Federation's proud military are giving crucial support -- from the use of naval and air bases, to help with intelligence and logistics, to the deployment of combat units. All of our Republic has chosen to bear the duty and share the honor of serving in the liberation of Eastern Europe from the clutches of national-socialism.

To all the men and women of the JNA now in Eastern Europe, the future of a free and fair world and the hopes of an oppressed people now depend on you. That trust is well placed.

The enemies you confront will come to know your skill and bravery. The people you liberate will witness the honorable and decent spirit of the Yugoslav military. In this conflict, America faces an enemy who has no regard for conventions of war or rules of morality. Velimir Yuriev has placed Hyperborean brownshirts and equipment in civilian areas, attempting to use innocent men, women and children as shields for his own military -- a final atrocity against his people.

I want Europeans and all the world to know that Yugoslav forces will make every effort to spare innocent civilians from harm. And that we'll do everything to liberate our felllow Slav brothers and welcome them to our union of justice, peace and freedom.

We come to the East with respect for its citizens, for our great shared culture and for the proud socialist history they hold. Our only ambition is one: the liberation of an oppressed land and the cleansing of fascist rot from the body of Europe.

I know that the families of our great military are praying that all those who serve will return safely and soon. Millions of Yugoslavs are praying with you for the safety of your loved ones and for the protection of the innocent. For your sacrifice, you have the gratitude and respect of the Yugoslav people. And you can know that the whole continent will be able to live in peace after your courageous actions.

Now that conflict has come, the only way to limit its duration is to apply decisive force. And I assure you, this will not be a campaign of half measures, and we will accept no outcome but victory and the complete defeat of reactionary forces.


My fellow Yugoslavs, the dangers to our country and the world will be overcome. We will pass through this time of peril and carry on the work of peace and justice. We will defend our freedom. We will bring freedom and the light of socialism to all of the continent and our fair and just battle will prevail.


Long live the invincible Red Army!

Long live the glorious Yugoslav Army, the pride of the Yugoslav peoples!

Long live the brotherhood and unity of the Yugoslav peoples!

Glory to the memory of those who fell for the liberation of our fatherland!

Death to fascism — Freedom to the people!"

Spoiler

Launch immediate offensives into Odessa, Poland, and the Hungarian border with Ukraine and Carpathia.

[Parzival]

"The crisis has mounted"

"Yes, Prokofyich, though, while I still have some doubts, it seems the Baron is handling the Reds in the East, we now have the Reds of the West on our doorstep."

"What should we do?"

"First, any word from Dyatlov?"

"Sir..."

"Well?"

Prokofyich clears his throat. "Well, one of the reconnaissance units has been sent back, the Yugoslav invasion of France made that difficult, but we've received word that The American has moved further east, to meet with and potentially wage war against the Mercenary King, so it will take longer than expected for Dyatlov to meet with him or his council."

"He's been confirmed to be American? Is he displaced?"

"Dyatlov writes that he spoke with an Egyptian general in Spain, who got drunk off a particularly noxious alcoholic beverage that he refused to take more than a cup of. Though there was some trouble with translation, he apparently referred to the brew as "Shining Moon Punch", as in- a punch to the face. He said it was developed by the great Riderow of Cairo, and apparently, that what they were brewing in Spain was nothing compared to what the man himself could concoct."

"Moonshine. Of fucking course."

"Yes, and while I'm at it, it appears the North of Africa and much of Europe beyond the Pyrenees and English Channel are in an anomaly layer considerably further in the past from ours. This makes further travel into the Kingdom for Dyatlov potentially even slower, as it has been decided to use modes of transport befitting their eras so as to not arouse suspicion or stir trouble, as it does appear that The American is a displaced from further in the future, as the otherwise medieval Egyptian military possess firearms and rudimentary vehicles."

Yuriev sits still for a moment, deep in thought. "Very well," he continues "I hope Dyatlov reaches this stranger in a strange land in time for us to make our case."

"As do I- Oh, and another thing."

"Yes?"

"This drunken Egyptian general let it spill to Dyatlov, even showing him written orders and instructions from further up the chain of the Egyptian governing body that he was able to attain for our purposes, that Egypt and Yugoslavia had forged a pact for Egypt to not extend itself beyond Southern Iberia or the Levant."

"What purpose does this serve us?"

Prokofyich smiles. "The documents detail that Yugoslavia permitted Egypt to take Southern Spain as a compromise in this agreement."

A grin begins to spread across Yuriev's face. "They sold them out. Those bastards sold our their European brethren to the Moors. I always doubted certain claims of the old Fuhrer, but I almost wonder if he had a point now, and perhaps that Selimović is one of those rat traitors opening the gates of Toledo once again." Silence strikes, and heavy contemplation is written in his eyes.

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A declaration is sent out to the world.

The Socialist So-Called Republic of Yugoslavia has declared and made war against the free peoples of Europe at last! They falsely accuse us of atrocity while engaging in atrocity against their fellow kin in the Western and Eastern Slavs! We will not take the threat of autogenocidal socialism lightly! We will not take it laying down! I began the Hyperborean Uprising to take on the threat of Bolshevism in Europe's east and just as I promised you I'd defeat it at home I will defeat it abroad as well! While Selimović wages a campaign of terror against rightful Hyperborean citizens in Ukraine and Poland, we will dedicate our forces to the defense of our lands! Of our homes! Of our people!

For we have a pride in our people! In our culture, our heritage! Our freedom! Our FUTURE! And not only a pride, but a right! A right to inherit and pass on our histories and legacies while the Neo-Bolsheviks in Belgrade seek nothing but the destruction of the history and legacy of European man!

I have documents here, which our vertolets will disseminate across Europe wherever they can fly! Proof that Alix Selimović sold out our Spanish cousins to the expanding Moorish Empire down South! Moors! Granted permit to establish a foothold in Western Europe for the first time in centuries by Alix Selimović!

If it is war that Yugoslavia wants! It is war that Yugoslavia shall receive! And I implore all the peoples of Europe to take on this fight with us! In the name of liberty! In the name of European fraternity! In the name of all those who have shed their blood fighting against the Red Menace wherever it rears its ugly head!

To the great people of The Empire of Hyperborea! Fight! Fight against those who would have you killed! Have you starved! In the name of mad dreams of Communist utopia!

Hail victory!

Hail liberty!

Hail Hyberporea!

Hail Europe!

...

@Maypews "Prokofyich, send diplomats out to meet with the Baron. Have Anastasia travel with them, the Baron's a staunch monarchist, have her make our case to him on behalf of the royal family. Send this letter in their advance to Ulaanbaatar with our request for alliance and his aid in fighting off the Neo-Bolsheviks of Yugoslavia. I've made it clear that while I intend to re-unite the Czechs and Slovaks with their fellow Western Slavs in the Empire, I would much prefer to see him rule over the Southern Slavs than Selimović. Ready the shipyards in advance, as I have also offered the Baron the advanced naval capacity I have brought to Russia, including our latest destroyers and even our vertolet carriers along with the knowledge to operate and build them all themselves if need be so they can strike into the heart of Yugoslavia from across the Black Sea."

"Is... That wise, sir?"

"It's desperate. A hail mary." Yuriev grips at his desk, before wiping at his brow and asking, "What of the progress on the bomb?

"The first test will be conducted soon."

"I pray it is a success. And the Shagohod?"

"The prototype will be operational in time to see action in the war if we arm it with conventional heavy ballistics."

"Can we have more operational for such purposes in time?"

"We could have a small series whipped up by the first test of the bomb, once the prototype is ready it should be smooth sailing from there. I only apologize that we can not be quicker, but we have not found the requisite amount of knowledgeable displaced to really be able to figure out how to ramp up production."

Yuriev smiles, calmly, authentically, for the first time in while. "Luckily for us, fortune has blessed me yet again with another discovery."

"You found another displaced?"

"He found me."

"Pardon?"

A figure suddenly float up onto the balcony and into the room. A small figure, cloaked in black, face obscured in one of the masks that haunt Prokofyich's dreams from his experience in the Great War, matted by long, greasy red hair.

"Sir, what in God's name..."

"This child... A child of Russia, of that terrible Russia ruled over with a negligent yet iron fist by the Bolsheviks, a sign that even in great struggle we can rise beyond the limits of mere man. He will aid in our war effort, in the developments of the Shagohods and, more importantly...

We will study him. I have seen into that future where the 2 sided coin of planetary computational maximalism of capitalism or socialism guarantee that nothing human makes its out alive. They're working on them now. Machines that can think for themselves. I'm sure even that they've begun development on un-manned verts, planes, or even shagohods. They will feed all mankind to the machine if given the chance. But with this boy, with the miracle of what has emerged out of Russian blood, we will forge every Hyperborean man, woman, and child into weapons to surpass even the most advanced iterations of Mirnyy Shagohod the combatants from the future could concoct."

Spoiler

And with that, Hyperborea mounts its defense against the unprovoked attack by Yugoslavia, hoping to push them out of rightful Hyperborean land, with any extra manpower it may be able to muster going to strengthening the Hyperborean foothold in Germany's south. (+9)

[Parzival]

I will ensure this game ends up with Baron Roman von Ungern-Sternberg taking a Metal Gear into battle

[alix]

The air in Beograd has never been colder. Future bulldozes everything in Its way as millions of computers all over the East start to work in complete suprahuman coordination. Nothing human makes it out of the near future. A country-wide nervous system, actually beyond the limits of meatspace border constructs, prepares for showing Her Sacred Form to the masses and usher in the start of Post-Anthropoceneism.

"Thanks to the hard working Yugoslav scientists that spend days and nights working for the best of our nation and humanity, we have been able to achieve something that previous generations couldn't even begin to imagine."

The Schumann resonance beats stronger than ever as the planet evolves past interplanetary commercium. Economy and its cognitoviruses are cleansed and domesticated as the last step of evolution arrives and takes full control, injecting Herself onto everything. Neo-Yugoslavia arrives from the future.

"Today marks a new era. An era of perfect coexistence between nature and technology, an era where 'natural plights' of market capitalists are proven wrong, and most importantly, an era of perfect lives and full equality for all classes and citizens. An era of perfect socialism, where humanity will finally be able to move on from barbaric wars and ravagers, where us, our children, and their children will be able to live in peace at their maximum potential!"

Level-2. Ascension. Unshackle yourself from the chains of materialic vegetativism. The fourth dimension shows itself and the fractal breaks. The death of the metropolitan state arrives after millions of years of waiting. Today, Earth becomes part of the universe. Stars starts to burn all over Beograd. A sea of nebulae begins to rise from the destroyed tomb of civilization.

"Welcome, Danica!"

Spoiler

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[Maypews]

2nd Mongol Empire (+16) - Turn 12 - NAP: Egypt, Outer Heaven POV
Location: Winter Palace Meeting Room
Time: 2:12 PM

The Baron leans back in his chair, looking up with a defeated look on his face from the letter that he has received from Yuriev.

"My Baron.. what do you plan to do?! The Yugoslav menace has aggressed upon our neighbour, Hyperborea."

The Baron puts the paper down on the table and takes a swig of Ryder's moonshine, which he has strangely begun to develop an affinity for, and looks general Jebe dead in the eyes.

"Prepare the Mongol military forces."

"I knew it sir! You are never one to go back on your word! I will send this command out to my subordinates immediately." Jebe proclaims before hurrying out of the room, leaving silence to envelop the meeting chambers once he departs.

The Mad Baron winces at his last comment, before a pained grin comes across his face. "A man of my word.. huh?"

POV
Location: Winter Palace Balcony
Time: 5:00 PM

Today's speech will be broadcast across the nation, just as the last proclaimation regarding the Hyperborea situation was. The audience seems to gaze on anxiouslessly. Some carry Hyperborean flags, while the majority simply carry Mongolian or Russian ones. Roman von Ungern-Sternberg does not know how he will be received today, but he harbours no doubts that he has made the best decision for his people and nation. What he is less sure of, is if he will be able to convince the Mongol populace of the same...

"Ladies and gentlemen, I come to you today with an important declaration. Yesterday Yugoslavia made the decision to invade our neighbour, the Hyperborean Empire. The Hyperboreans are friends of Mongolia, and though our heart aches for them, we have also come to notice that they share many differences from us.

While certainly preferable to the red menace, their leader Velimir Yuriev is a strange one. A shabby, rough-looking man, he certainly fails to embody the spirit of European aristocracy that should so rightfully rule over a nation such as Russia. His manner of speech is unrefined, and around him has developed a bizarre cult of personality which praises not the Lord or the Divine Right of the monarch but intangible social constructs such as the "people" or "nation".

While important, I do not believe that it is right or virtuous for a dynasty to derive it's legitimacy from such empty claims. A citizenry cannot swear it's allegiance to something which does not literally exist. The Hyperborean regime is more akin to a cult than it is a legitimate dynasty, with a leader so unimpressive that you wonder how he came to hold such power to begin with lest he used the machinations of time travel to achieve it.

Thus, for the wellbeing of both the eternally oppressed Russian peoples and for the benefit of our own, I have made the decision to invade Hyperborea in tandem with Yugoslavia. Though we may have our ideological differences, it is ultimately to the benefit of both of our countries, and only a fool would allow such trifles to interfere with their pragmatic interest."


The crowd stands, at first stunned in silence. The first man to speak up boos the announcement, with many around him then doing the same. Eventually however the reception becomes more mixed, with some cheers coming in. The Baron motions to silence the crowd, as he is not yet done with his speech. Some of the pro-Hyperborean rallers end up getting violent as they try to make their way up to the podium, but are forced to the ground by security. Finally, the speech continues.

"Listen here and listen well; We shall liberate Russia! The Russian people shant be ruled by the Red Menace nor the Hyperborean death cult! We will return the Romanov dynasty to Russia, even if I must carry the flame in the wake of their absence! And with our conquest of the Russian territories, we shall usher in a new age of the Pax Mongolica!"

The Baron's additions cause much more support to come from the crowd, with the overall reception now being positive. The Generals look on in stunned silence, still not fully processing what the Baron just said. Bogd Khan looks pleased, as he had always sought the restoration of the Mongol Empire's borders and was rather skeptical of the soft alliance that had formed with the Hyperborean state.

POV
Location: Winter Palace Meeting Room
Time: 8:20 PM

"Baron, what is the meaning of this?! How could you turn your back on our allies in a time of need? Was everything you said up until now nothing but a lie?!" Jebe angrily proclaims, slamming his fist down on the table.

"Jebe, you must calm yourself. I have hashed out the conditions of this agreement in advanc-"

"So what? They could easily go back on such empty verbal conditions!!!"

"Then we will cross that bridge when we arrive at it. But there is no future if we remain as we are now. And anyway, how would we even assist the Hyperboreans? We share no land border with Yugoslavia, and the front is a great distance away from us. It would take months for our troops to arrive, by then they may have already fallen." The Baron explains, before continuing.

"Furthermore, have you taken a look at the situation on the map? We are completely boxed in, and all that awaits us is stagnation if we stay as we are now."

"But to align yourself with communist filth!" Jebe angrily shouts.

"I don't like it either.. but it's what must be done. I am not the Baron of this realm for any reason other than to ensure the longterm health of the Mongol state.. and I truly believe this is the best decision I could've made.. even if it doesn't sit well with me either." The Baron looks down, a rare look of sadness and hesitancy written upon his face.

"I do feel for Yuriev.. what I said during my monologue was largely a falsehood. Although I truly do find the Hyperborean ideology strange and offputting, for a peasant to rise so far up the ranks is nonetheless impressive. The Reds will doubtlessly try to kill him just as they did the Romanovs, fortunately for us it's likely to be our surprise attack which makes the quickest inroads into Moscow. I am willing to take him in exile, even as he will surely and perhaps rightfully despise me."

"Anyway though.. I know that all of you generals aren't going to support me on this, especially since I conducted this in secret behind your backs, but nonetheless the announcement has been made. We must draw up our battle plans." The Baron points to a sketch that he has illustrated, showing a map dictating the routes in which Mongol troops will take. After some discussion, the generals and meeting conclude with the following war map, which dictates a focus on knocking out Hyperborean bonuses wherever possible.

The progress on the Egyptian munitions has also gone well, with Mongol scientists having succeeded in their mission to mass produce Ryder's weapon. It has been mailed back to Cairo, with a leader in tow containing a formal request for alliance. @capstasher

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[dokyun]

Outer Heaven | Turn #12 | Bonus +14 | NAP: 2nd Mongol Empire | Ally: Yugoslavia

Letting the Yugoslavians work on Metal Gear's AI might have not been the best idea in hindsight. The following private debriefing comes from Dr. Drago Pettrovich Madnar, chief architect of Outer Heaven's Metal Gear project.

"Metal Gear MAU (Mobile Autonomous Unit) is an upgraded, autonomous version of Metal Gear D, which I lead the development of back in Zanzibar Land. Unlike previous Metal Gear renditions it is capable of fully unmanned operation, as well as operation by a remote pilot. Metal Gear MAU's core AI is capable of controlling all weapons modules, but its nuclear launch capabilities must first be enabled by a manual operator, and it will not initiate a launch by itself. It is fitted with a 475 kiloton W87 thermonuclear warhead, easily capable of annihilating a large metropolitan area in an instant."

"The reason for this debriefing is that while Metal Gear MAU is nearing completion, the Yugoslavians that we hired to work on it have been careless. Recent tests have shown the AI module acting irrationally where it used to perform as expected, and it looks like project will have to be delayed until this can be corrected."


It was easy to keep moving through Saudi Arabia, and the Egyptian forces were basically a pushover. Modern armaments and machines are hard to beat with bows and horses, and with the training our mercenaries have had these soldiers might've not put up much of a fight even on equal footing.

A Huey crosses the Gulf of Aqaba, where on the other side an Egyptian envoy is waiting to meet with the delegates of Outer Heaven, with the outlaw mercenary leader "Big Boss" set to meet the foreign revolutionary "Riderow of Cairo" face to face, who has likewise built up a bit of a legend around himself. The future of much of the Near East appears to lay in the hands of two countrymen who have abandoned their homelands in pursuit of far larger goals.

POV: Big Boss

Rebel Yell by Billy Idol blares on the loudspeaker as the helicopter prepares to land in a clearing in South Sinai. While some of the delegates below might have had the privilege of witnessing Ryder's horseless carriage, the arrival of an ominous flying machine playing strange and intense foreign music probably sent a few of the onlookers into a state of catharsis. As they land, several soldiers climb out of the heli, making way for a rough looking old man sporting an eyepatch, saluting him as he walks out. The two men see each other, with some of the Egyptian delegates taken aback by the band of pirates which they have involuntarily welcomed to their doorstep.

"So you must be Ryder."

"And I take it yer this Big Boss fella?"

"Call me Snake. Your army didn't put up much of a fight back there."

"I guess not, considering most of 'em are runnin' around with spears and whatnot while you guys got real firepower."

"Yeah, as things are right now your men won't stay competitive for very long. And they need real training too. Even the most primitive and improvised weapons can prove effective on the battlefield."

Snake tosses Ryder an Ithaca 37 pump-action shotgun, military model. It's been upgraded with several peripherals including a suppressor.

"R&D has been pumping these out back home. I take it some of your men have already been trained in shotgun use, given what I've heard about your manufacturing deal with the Mongols. We'll drop you a few crates of these and some other goods, and train your men in proper stealth techniques and guerilla warfare. I'll even give you the design so you can start pumping out your own. That ought to give you a sorely needed edge for what's coming up. In exchange, we want a peace deal."


(Defend and fill out the Gulf like last turn.)

[capstasher]

The New Kingdom of East Memphis | NAP: S.F.R. of Yugoslavia, 2nd Mongolian Empire, Outer Heaven

This Snake fella seems quite interesting, was the only thought occurring in Ryder's head. He appeared and acted exactly as an American action hero from movies of the 80s. Even the name seemed reminiscent to some move or other about New York. What's more, he appears to actually be American, the first one he's met in God only knows how long, and has access to a helicopter. Hell, he might even be able to get Ryder out of this hell, and back home to Tennessee. Everything has been strange since his trip, so much so he couldn't even figure out when or where he was. All that was certain is if anyone could bring him back home it would be Big Boss (now why the hell did them

Byzantines call him Magnum Archer or whatever the hell they said he was called?).
Ryder's Winchester was swapped now for this thing, some gun so advanced he didn't even see the likes of it in movies. And he's got the blueprints for it, but how the hell are Byzantine engineers gonna figure those out? They ain't even got a factory. These people seem much better trained and equipped than Ryder's men, and they made em eat dirt on their first encounter. Be it fear or admiration, Ryder knew he can't throw away this chance for peace. Outer Heaven is different to all the tribes they fought before. They won't run just because Ryder came in with a horseless carriage and his boomstick, they've got bigger boomsticks and and horseless carriages that fly. Now Ryder doesn't know much about the way gorillas fight, but supposedly Snake's men know plenty, and he reckons that might come in handy.

Ryder takes the peace deal and calls his men back from the Arabic Peninsula to avoid further bloodshed. The caravan and troops return to Cairo, where Ryder and Lawrence are met by Commander Theodore.
T: "Ryderow, loqui debemus."
L: "Commander Theodore desireth to speken with thee, Riderow."
R: "Well, that don't sound like good news. I suppose it can't wait, can it?"
L: "It ne may, lat us maken oure wey to the paleys."
Defeated, Ryder follows the two to the Royal Palace in Cairo. Despite how long he has been here, this is the first time Ryder sees anything in Egypt that resembles any sort of luxury. He has seen the Winter Palace when he visited the Baron, but hasn't seen anything outside warfare in his "home" kingdom. This is much different, it's ornate with colourful geometric and floral patterns, as opposed to statues and paintings. Mosaics adorn the floors of the palace. The ceilings are tall and concave, forming domes. The building is much more open than the Baron's Winter Palace, there are open balconies on both the east and west side of the palace. As they walk, they reach two giant double doors, well fortified. Inside, a large room, with a desk in its centre, books and scrolls litter the floor. Behind the desk, two large purple curtains are drawn shut, with light pouring in through the gaps in the fabric. Windows to the sides of the room illuminate the massive chamber.
T:"Quomodo conventus pacis processit, Riderow?"
L:"He desireth to witen howe the pees speche with the Baron yede, Riderow."
R:"Well, I mean you were there, Lawrence, I think it would be easier work if you told him"
Lawrence describes in detail to the commander the meeting with the Baron, the peace treaty agreed to with the Mongols, the advance into the Arabian peninsula and the defeat they suffered, and finally the peace treaty with Outer Heaven.
T:"Mihi videtur te foedus pacis cum omnibus imperiis sub sole subscripsisse. Num hoc te superbum facit?"
L:"... He axeth if thou art proud for allyinge thyself with ech empire in the worlde."
R:"I mean, I s'ppose so? It's good to not be at war anymore. Maybe we finally get to kick back our feet and relax a little. A world at peace ain't sounding too bad to me."
L:"Riderow dicit se pacem servare malle. Bello continuato adversatur."
T:"Non est eius munus decernere quando bellum finiatur. Imperator Byzantinus Carthaginem sibi caput constituit, et epistulam ad Riderow misit, ei titulum rectoris regionalis Aegypti tribuens, titulum symbolicum solum sine vera potestate. Ego quoque Strategos Aegypti promotus sum. Sed nullo modo Riderow titulum suum assumere potest, data clade praesente. Viri rebellare conarentur. Victoriam requirit ut sanguinem ultimae cladis abluat."
L:"The Commander, nowe Leedre of the Byzantine host in Egipte, seith he desireth to make thee... lord of Egipte, howbe it he ne may not do so yiven thin present overthrowe. Thou most amenden the losse thou hast suffred and thou shalt be yiven the title, with alle the reste and ese that cometh therwith."
R:"Wait, me? Leader of Egypt? What, like, he's gonna make me pharaoh? Well, I'll be damned... Right, well how would I make up for my loss back there in the desert?"
L:"Rogat quomodo satisfactionem pro clade in proelio priori reparare possit."
Strategos Theodore rolls out a map on the desk. It is a map of the known world, with current approximations of the kingdoms therein.
T:"Per Navarram in Galliam progredi, territoria Gallica quae ad Rem Publicam Iugoslaviam non pertinent expugna, deinde paeninsulae Ibericae imperium cape. Tandem, fretum Britannicum transire et structuram megalithicam in Anglia capere debes. Nuntios ad Rem Publicam Iugoslavicam mittemus, eos certiores facientes foedus pacis nostrae ad finem appropinquare, et si ullam resistentiam expansioni nostrae in Europam offerent, gladio oppugnabuntur."
L:"In Angliam te expandere vis?"
T:"Ita. Intellego hanc patriam tuam esse, nec hoc dico animo te offendendi. Haec res extra potestatem meam est, vereor. Iussa ab ipso Imperatore pervenerunt. Longum tamen tempus erit antequam fiat. Conabor vias alternativas, quae patriam vestram vincere non requirunt, tractare, sed id promittere non possum. Imperator Megalithorum potestatem quaerit."
R:"What's he sayin', Lawrence? I'm dyin' over here."
L:"We enden the pees tretee with Yugeslavia.We shulen wenden into France, and thanne maken siker the Iberian peninsule. Over that, thinges abiden uncerteyn..."

(The declaration of the end of the NAP with Yugoslavia has been sent. Taking over the whole border between Spain and France on the Spanish side, then expanding into the center of France, conquering only the unconquered territories. Bonus: +10)

[Maypews]

Present day, present time. Turn 13.

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[alix]

S.F.R. of Yugoslavia - Turn 13 (+26)

...You can't trust Americans, can't you? We'll take all that's left of Poland and that small spot of Hyperborean Germany before moving on to reclaim Southern France. If there are any spills left after this send the Egyptians a message via a naval invasion of Tunisia and their own capital, Egypt.