(now you are trembling in fear)
Discomb Update 3: Natural Failure Quota
Everything in life has a natural failure quota that emerges without fail in very proportional amounts. Some things have a higher quota than others, such as for example solar-powered flashlights, the HoI2 AI, Pluto, bear livers, my brother, and many more. Despite my best efforts to expect a certain degree of failure from two of the above mentioned items, I consistently find that it catches up with me at the most unexpected of times. Here’s a good example:
I was peacefully invading Bulgaria and Greece, not bothering anyone, preparing for the invasion of Yugoslavia with my 3 brand new tank cores, just minding my own business when suddenly France decides to grow a pair and sends me a most unpleasant email! I have been declared war upon! Fuuuuuuuck! Here’s a good estimation of my reaction:
Please to die.
Now as I was saying, the entirety of my army was either busy liberating Greece, or positioning itself for combat training exercises within the borders of Yugoslavia. I had a total of 6 infantry divisions on the Belgian border, placed there as a half-assed attempt to show that I actually care about guarding my borders against the AI (so untrue). Of course, the first thing I did in response to the war was strategically redeploy every man, woman and child not currently in the fatherland to Munchen (or was it Stuttgart), expecting at least the first troops to reach it and begin fighting before the French arrived. My 6 divisions moved south and effectively prevented a French expansion northward. However, what I did not expect, is that they would send one runaway cavalry division forward to capture as much territory as possible without the intention of holding on to it. Said cavalry reached Munchen (or Stuttgart) only a couple of hours before my strategic redeployments were due. The entire army was redirected to Berlin…
The following is a picture of me showing Myth some screenshots that I took of the game at the end of our first gaming session. Unfortunately, through a remarkable blunder, the actual screenshots did not survive to this day, but the picture remains, and I preserved it in as high a quality as was physically possible.
Run little minions! Save the fatherland from the horror that is onion soup!
I actually cooked onion soup not long ago. It was atrocious, certainly by no flaw of my own. Regardless, I soon began pushing the French back, but in the midst of the chaos that dreaded cavalry division slipped through my grasp and proceeded to run amok into Czechoslovakia. It didn’t help that the only formation unoccupied with holding the line from persistent attacks was my HQ army, complete with heavy artillery brigades. Can anyone else see the flaw in this scenario?
I did too, and sent a single tank division to hunt down those brazen assholes. In fact it took them so long to clean up the mess due mostly to their unwillingness to get NEAR the enemy, as whenever they approached, the French would begin to make love to their horses in every conceivable orifice. I wasn’t about to wait for the non-symbiotic species to die out, so the tank corps responsible for their death was presented with a most convincing ultimatum: kill the enemy or get sold to them for sexual exploitation purposes. They agreed with the soundness of my ideas after that.
Eventually I managed to push their main army into the Maginot line and beyond. The inevitable liberation of France began in three groups. The southern group, consisting of three tank corps and some infantry, was faced with the challenge of rushing (intuitively) south to cut off the Italian advance into France, whom they were also mysteriously at war with. The northern group was to push into the (intuitively) north of France, encircling their troops against the Belgian border, and eventually moving down into Paris. They had only one tank corps and a lot of infantry. Finally, group southwest was charged with (counter-intuitively) holding the center. Composed of only four infantry corps and the HQ army of 9 divisions, they were to guard against a French offensive that would cut off both other groups from supplies. Occasionally they applied pressure to neighbouring provinces to help the southern group, which to my surprise encountered the most difficulty in this campaign.
Parallel to my offensive, my brother gathered all that he had and declared war on Spain. He landed in Bilbao and proceeded not to invade southward, but to hole up in the Pyrenees mountains. The idea of this move was to hold his ground, while also applying pressure to the French border, forcing them to withdraw troops from the north to deal with him. Eventually, however, the Spanish mounted an unexpectedly large resistance, and it became clear that he could not hold his ground for a long enough period of time, considering my southern offensive was struggling to link up with him. Instead of withdrawing, he made a push northward into France, and occupied a good 3 or 4 provinces before the French finally realized he was attacking them, and started pushing back. Thus, sandwiched between two forces, he eventually forced his way back to the mountains and awaited reinforcements. I don’t believe he lost more than 4 divisions in the entire campaign, which was pretty sketchy to be honest.
Then, however, came the most unexpected of all surprises…
WHAT THE FUCK PAVEL!
The worst part of it is that I noticed it, Myth noticed it, but he himself did NOT! He’s the only one of us who got a notification about it, and he happily ignored it! But if you think that he hasn’t reached his natural failure quota for this update yet, you are actually wrong. He did nothing else that could be judged as extraordinarily stupid. As can be seen from the screenshot, the Italians beat me to the Mediterranean, but I happily rolled into La Rochelle and established a land link with Pavel. He was now saved from humiliating defeat, the Italians were done, stealing land from me. I peacefully finished off the French, and then rolled my armor down to Spain, where they helped Britain in their conquest of the Iberian peninsula, with the exception of Portugal. I’d be rendered quite speechless if he had trouble annexing Portugal with over 40 divisions…
I’m afraid that’s all I have to say on the situation for now. My plans include the destruction of the states of Belgium and the Netherlands, followed by bloody revenge on Italy. Peace out, listen to Stabilizer. Don’t listen to Myth.