The completely indifferent CzechoslovakiAAR.

[aake]

0. Things

I don't know you, you probably don't know me either. I have no experience whatsoever in writing AARs. And not much in HoI either.

I'd like to warn the pedantic parts of the audience for possible spelling errors.

Version: HOI 1.05C (with leaderpack).
Country: Czechoslovakia.
Difficulty: Easy/Agressive/No-fog-of-war.
Scenario: Standard "Road to War" 36-48.
Cheats: When I feel the game, an event or the AI is particularly moronic.
General idea: Join the axis as Czechoslovakia, fool around, conquer things.



1. Prelude.

Stalin sat on the loo in his secret bunker in Irkutsk, times had been tough, but so had he. He was reading The London Times, as Pravda had been reduced to a one-page affair and everything else was filled with german propaganda, not news. It was roughly eight o' clock when Zhukov entered the office, which lacked most doors as they had been required as beds for soldiers, workers and morgues.

Stalin: Oh, hello Zhukov.

Zhukov: Good day Stalin, sir. I'm afr...

Stalin: Winston Churchill was moved to an insane asylum in Scotland... "The fresh air will do him good," Adolf Hitler said with a smug grin.

Zhukov: Um, Koniev and I...

Stalin: Poor fellar, he was aparently screaming when he figured out it was a no-smoking place.

Stalin turns the page, glancing at the slightly nervous Zhukov.

Stalin: What's eating you, ol' chap?

Zhukov: Well, we have concluded that...

Stalin: The outrage! Canada has pledged for white peace! I was hoping the Canucks would inspire the Yankees to help our common cause.

Zhukov: Excuse me...

Stalin: "Petain's magic cupboard emptied. -Generals sad, but not surprised." Hah! I knew it was a hoax.



2. The unimaginative years.

It was your ordinary first of january 1936, therefore nothing interesting happened until 1938. Ethiopia got spanked, Franco got hanged, and Germany got Austria. However, during the summer of 1938, things started happening. Hitler wanted the Sudetenlands a couple of times. The first attempts were turned down, until Britain started backing them.

The president of Czechoslovakia, called Prez for short, (as I don't care to remember his name), was about adress the nation.

Prez: Adolf Hitler aims to create a borderless free trade zone. A part of that zone seems to be the Sudetenlands. I asked him about why he wanted them and he started singing about germans. However, he gave us three options.

There was general mumbling in the crowd.

Prez: He gave us three options... The first, to surrender the Sudetenlands. This would be the easiest, and what mr. Chamberlady wants aswell. But I don't see why Hitler should stop there. I'm sure he wants to give Slovakia to the almost as weird Hungary and grab the rest himself. The second option would be to stand up to him and say "no". This however, would probably let him use his overwhelmingly enormous penis extension device of an army upon us... and frankly, we'd be crushed. The third option would be to join his "free trade" zone called "the Axis". I don't like the looks of it, neither should you. I couldn't find anything about increasing the freedom of goods, services and people... but we'll live at least.

There was a big "aaaawww" going through the crowd.

And so, Czechoslovakia joined the Axis. The germans gladly handed out technology, quite much about building battleships, which obviously Czhechoslovakia was in desperate need of.

Time passed, until 1939, when Ribbentrop and Molotov talked about easing trade. However, polish customs offices were in the way of moving goods, services, and people. The descicion was to convince Poland about shortening the time of travel needed to get from Germany to the USSR. Meanwhile, Hitler saw the nicest spot of beach near Memel, and demanded it. Lithuania, however, had other plans and got it's entire army rounded up by Panzers. Hungaria joined the Axis, and got it's army commandeered by Czechoslovakia, for future use in helping Germany help Poland chose a brighter future.



3. WAR! -A very ordinary title.

In september 1939, Poland didn't like the blueprints showing a single line of customs offices running through it's country, effectively dividing it in two. The Wehrmacht wasn't slow to respond, soon german-made tanks were the most common motorized vehicle. Polish constables tried giving them parking tickets, but they wouldn't leave. On the western front: nothing new.

As most poles were busy tending to germans, the south was quite undefended against czech and hungarian forces. The biggest problem was running out of flags and the beer tasting strange. The women were pretty enough though. The combined forces marched north between the branches of Wisla. The times they tried crossing bridges, like into Krakow, they met fierce resistance, the people had done all in their might to stop or stall the march.

On a bridge, the poles had stacked piles of all they could find and move onto it.

Czech Officer: Ello ello, ello, wot's all this then?

Polish Farmer: Um, tractor's got a flat, sir.

Czech Officer: But, it's wheels are of iron!

Polish Farmer: Well, sir, it's still needs air in it. Wife's off to get patches and a pump.

The officer tapped at one of the big tractor wheels, getting a muffled clang.

Czech Officer: No, these tires are massive steel, I say.

Polish Farmer: Yes, they are like that when out of air, sir.

The argument continued for quiite a while until a german officer arrived from the other end of the bridge. He stopped to look over the edge of it.

Czech officer: Hello, ally, would you give me a hand here? I have to get five infantry and two armored divisions to Krakow in a hurry.

German Officer: Heil no, I've already got rid of ten tractors today! Besides, we conquered Krakow not an hour ago, and this tractor is on the Czechoslovakian side of the river.

Czech Officer: Oh.

Polish Farmer: Crap!

The push for Warzaw was on. Still, most resistance was handed over to Germany. Czechoslovakia isn't dangerous, no. They caught a stressed Smigly-Rydz trying to build barricades along the Wisla. He hadn't expected a swift push from behind, and was given an unwanted bath, in uniform and all. After he had been pulled out of the water, he was given a towel, a pen, and an agreement of unconditional surrender to sign.



4. German miltary yo-yo.

As the Wehrmacht was shifted francewards, Hitler reviewed the trade agreement with the USSR and suddenly burst out into a manical laughter. As he didn't control Warzaw, he didn't have to give the eastern half of Poland to the USSR. From this point, the relations between the two dictators wold deteroriate. Romania and Italy decided Hitler's "free trade" zone was a good idea, and joined it. Meanwhile, Czechoslovakia set up defences along the former polish-russian border, forts were also built.

Hitler now claimed that the Netherlands, Belgium and Luxemburg was in the way of France. He accused France of trying to hide "behind the small guys" and promptly declared war upon the same. German panzers started raining over the Benelux countryside, not even the biggest umbrellas could deflect them.

As the hungarians weren't garrisoning the liberated territories, the german advance was sluggish, or the italian one quite fast. The italians established a border to Spain while the germans were slowly shoveling through the lines of frenchmen. The resistance caved in around the summer of 1940. There were soon two parties claiming to be France, the "Vichy" french, who entered the "free trade Axis", and the "Free" french, who claimed France hadn't. Neither of which commanded Paris nor Marseilles, nor Bordeaux, nor Toulouse.

Meanwhile, Czechoslovakia held general elections.

Voter: Um, President, sir. Upon which party should I vote?

Prez: It's easy, you get to chose between the "Right" party and the "Left".

Voter: I can see lots of people listed for both the right and the left party. But I don't know what they stand for, politically, do you?

Prez: I don't know.

Voter: Um, which party is the ruling one?

Prez: I don't know that either!

Voter: I think they're doing a good job though.

Prez: Oh, there's the "Keep current government" party aswell.

Voter: Okay, I think I'll vote for them.

The wehrmacht rolled back towards the USSR. Hitler spoke about how heartless Stalin was, and the need to get rid of him, "and especially his silly moustache!" The soviet armed forces stormed the border, Germany had neglected them as they were officially "guest workers" there to build shopping centres selling environmentally sound and ethically produced siberian wares. Von Manstein had pointed out that "you don't need a million men with tanks, guns and planes to build a lousy grocery store... and they especially don't need to carry rifles all the time!"



5. o/~ Go eeaast, where the russians live... o/~

The soviet forces were equal to the czechoslovakian in technology, but not so in numbers. As the Wehrmacht pushed from Kaunas to Tallinn and Smolensk, Warzaw fell and Czechoslovakia retreated until Germany had to face the USSR personally. By mid 41, the front had been re-set, anything east or north of the Dnepr river was declared solely a german problem. Most things were looking good although trouble was rising in Hungaria...

The soviet army had all but defeated the romaians, psossibly due to Bulgaria saving the day. The soviets had then crossed the border into Hungaria, and a contingent had taken the liberty of tea in Bratislava! After some shuffling of troops, Hungary was cleaned from soviet soldiers. Romaina was the romanians' business for the time being.

A push into Soviet territory was planned and invoked, officially it was to surround and lock up the soviet troops in the balkans. Actually, it was about getting some ports to build ships and go sailing. Odessa was taken by the end of 1941, although retaken a few times. A desicion to clean Romaina from Soviets was taken when Yugoslavia joined the Axis, and sent considerable parts of it's army into Romaina.

Some things didn't go as good though. Finland was defeated and annexed by the USSR. This rose anger in the Wehrmacht which answered by surrounding Leningrad and capturing Moscow. The british tried some landings, none of which lasted very long.

In Romaina, the soviet army simply stopped. The Romanians didn't exploit this the least. Czechoslovakia assumed control of the bulgarian armies, as they were just huddling in Sofia instead of tossing soviets out of Dobruja. Control of Vichy French troops was also assumed. However as they demanded to use french petrol, and thus had to manually pull their tanks through Bavaria, things moved very slowly. The tanks were sent home by a friendly clerk. By spring 42, Romania was declared "100% Soviet-free". Sevastapol and Stalino were declared 100% Czechoslovakian property.



6. Today: Odessa, tomorrow: the world!

Now it was time for that fleet. But the ukrainians refused to build any ships. Ports were looked for all over the world. Albania? No, Yugoslavia, and the newcomer: Greece were in theway. Denmark? Germany, and no pogo-stick big enough to land in Copenhagen with. Hmm... Iraq! Military access was aquired through Turkey, and a considerable part of the Czechoslovakian army was moved through it. Syria was defended by a lone french division, which
retreated into Egypt. Iraq was slightly tougher, but the advanced light Czechoslovakian tank army crushed resistance and found itself in Kuwait. The
Iraqis surrendered reluctantly to their new masters as they felt this event belonging some fifty years later in history.

Access was gained through Saudi Arabia, and UAE, Oman and Yemen were conquered as the footmen gathered in Kuwait. Meanwhile, the task force in Syria rounded up the last frenchmen, along with tossing some british landings into Jerusalem back into the sea. Once they reached the Suez canal, they managed to wake up Graziani and his two dozen italian divisions. They had been standing on the Libya-Egypt border for well over a year, now they did short work of the equal number of british, and went down through Sudan into Ethiopia.

The president of Czechoslovakia stood with his closest ministers around a big map.

Prez: What is this?

Foreign Minister: That's Saudi Arabia, sir.

Prez: It's in the way, we'd need lots of boats shipping oil through the locked Suez canal, or the even more blocked Gibraltar sound.

War was declared on Saudi Arabia, they folded within a week.

Prez: What is this?

Foreign Minister: That's Turkey, sir.

Prez: Well, it's in the way. We'd need lots of boats shipping oil through the mediterranean.

War was declared on Turkey. After fierce fighting, they folded through a three-way pincer operation conducted by the greek/bulgarian/hungarian team from the west, the Czechoslovakian team from the south, and the German team from the east. The net result was mostly a division of Turkey between Czechoslovakia and Greece. It was now almost 1943, and the world was short on local targets.



7. The world, that is.

Roughly half of the czechoslovakian army was moved into eastern Persia to face the british. Persia had joined the Axis at the conquest of Turkey, along with Afghanistan, Japan, Siam, Manchukuo and Bolivia. Siam was defeated by the british, Japan was still busy with the Chinese. Along with the czechoslovakians, the handy bulgarian, hungarian and vichy french armies marched from Turkey and into Karachi. Well there, they tossed the british army into the Indus and then spread out on the mainland.

The first Czechoslovakian fleet set sail from Aden, the first task was to clear Cyprus of pesky naval bombers. This turned out to be tricky, as vicious british carriers, cruisers and battleships roamed the mediterranean. The lone british infantry division surrendered to superior czech forces after a short skirmish. Later on, they were sailed to India as to clear the remaining opposition. The first fleet was followed by another three, bigger ones, the last even included escorts.

A big setback came as Stalin offered the entire european bit of USSR to Germany. This upset the president of Czechoslovakia so much he declared the peace null and void, along with throwing eight spontaneous military parades in Prague. On the same day, he took the first train to Berlin and strided right into Hitler's office.

The president of Czechoslovakia slammed the big oaken door behind him, interrupting Hitler who was busy painting scale models of Tiger tanks. The little vehicles, enamels and stands were brutally shoved away as the president rolled out a big map of europe.

Prez: What is this?

Hitler: That is Germany. My country. Dude.

Prez: Well, it's in the way. Not only do I have to send lots of boats over the persian gulf, the red sea, the mediterranean and the black sea, all to get my wares stocked in Kuwait by some clueless clerk. But, I have to teleport them from the black sea into Czechoslovakia as I don't have any sort of seaport connected by czechoslovakian land with my capital!

Hitler: Oh, sorry. Tell you what, I'll give you your territories back, plus some boring places in the Kaukasus as to connect you with the rest of, you.

The next day, Petain woke up to see that his bedsheets had turned into rubber. In all wardrobes and drawers, there was more and more rubber. He decided for a bath, but water didn't flow through the taps, it was oil, lots of it. Slightly bothered, he went to the kitchen for breakfast, on the way
there, he saw that the lawn was full of iron bars, stacked twenty meters high. Now he felt worried, the kichen looked okay, the taps had water, the towels were cotton, the chairs were wooden. But the refridgerator and shelves carried vast amounts of spam.

Field Marshal Boris of Bulgaria found himself fighting the Nepalese army in Calcutta. When his country had joined the Axis, he had dreamt of joing the big boys, Rommel and Guderian, in the hunt for soviet scum. He'd very much like his own ten armoured divisions with mixed engineers and artillery, rolling down the steppes, blasting enemies to kingdom come. Then he thought India wasn't so bad after all, his lone infantry division with nothing special was outgunning Nepal's two. He got help from Czechoslovakia if the britons were too tough. Sure, the sunny weather was nicer than Siberia's permafrost, but his stomache couldn't settle with all this bloody curry!



8. The world, tidying the bugger.

With India in persian hands, the Czech troops were moved to Goa (Portugal joined the Axis, of course) in order to be shipped to the next goal. The nearest easy target was South Africa, who unlike the indians, not only conducted a wild goose chase, but put up resistance aswell. At spring 1944, they surrendered. Of the armies in South Africa, one containing half a dozen infantry divisions was sent westwards, while the rest were relocated to Mauritius as a first step towards Australia. The remaining troops in Goa were also moved there.

Mauritius was a silly place, so they quickly went on to Perth, an abandoned city on the west coast of Australia. The tanks were set off towards Melbourne, but didn't meet anyone until Adelaide. Some troops were sent northwards, just to bump into fierce aussies busy fighting japanese. Supplies
were cut off as the railway station in Kalgoorlie was captured and retaken several times until several divisions of infantry were stationed around it. Actual fightning was reserved to Victoria and New South Wales. After surrounding the temporary capital on the top of Mount Kosciusko, tanks were shipped to Brisbane in order to go the last bit to Cairns.

Meanwhile, the atlantic fleet dropped people off at Libreville in order to tell the Belgians they had lost Kongo, when that was done, French Guyana was the next goal. Because Brazil refused to let them land, they had to be unloaded in Suriname, and then march into Cayenne, tossing the last Free French into the sea. As a result, Vichy France was given Syria, but still didn't have any seaports to gain resources with.

During the autumn of 1944, New Zealand was made short work of, and quite some time was spent on shipping troops back to europe. They spent the winter in Aden for rest and repair, an invasion plan of Britain was forged. First however, some british pests in Tangiers had to be thrown out, along with landing the entire army on the undefended rock of Gibraltar. An invasion of the Spanish Republic was considered, in order to make Vichy possibly gain resources, but was postponed.



9. D-Day

An early saturday morning in june, a young Czechoslovakian officer, and his aides landed on the first empty beach they had found in a week of searching. Unlike Cardiff where some filmmakers had stopped them, and in Manchester where a couple of nuns had claimed the beach to be a girls-only area and the countless wildlife preserves along the coast... The one in the Edinburgh area only had a single cottage on it.

Officer: May I and my friends use your beach, and some of the surroundings?

Scotsman: How many of you are there, son?

Officer: Oh, about two dozen, I think.

Scotsman: Goin' t' play footie, eh? Ah, used t' be in the Premier League when I was yer age!

Officer: Oh, really.

Scotsman: Yah, mind the garden though. My missus'll kill me if ye kick the ball into her fancy shrubberies.

Officer: Oh, we will be careful about it.

The officer turned to his companions and gestured a bit. One of them started his radio set, the others put up signs around the garden. The signs read "DANGER MINEFIELD" in big red letters. The officer pulled his binoculars and watched the ocean.

Scotsman: What's them signs say? It's pretty dark, still.

Officer: Oh, that my friends aren't supposed to go there. They're good at following them, mind you.

Scotsman: When are your friends coming anyway? I could tell the missus put the kettle on.

Officer: Yes. When are they coming, Mikulas?

Mikulas: They say, In a quarter of an hour, sir.

Scotsman: He just used that radio to call yer friends?

Officer: Yes, the advances of technology these days.

Scotsman: Ugh, smaller than the one in my cottage. Soon everyone will have one o' those two-way radios, in their pockets!

Officer: Yes... I don't think we have time for tea though. Us young people are stressed all the time. Always on the run.

The officer stood still, watching the horizon through his binoculars. Everything was quiet and calm, like in your ordinary Ingemar Bergman film. Then came a tiny humming noise, the officer gestured a bit, Mikulas fired a light-flare, turning the scottish dawn into the weather Riyadh had at the same time. And suddenly, there were several tanks tearing through the grass along with swarms of infantrymen stomping down anything that wasn't a tree, bigger than a tree, or inside the fence of signs. The silence was now a roaring chaos of noises, orders, engines and rushing people.

Scotsman: You said twentysomething!

Officer: Yes! Divisions!

The officer hopped onto a passing tank.

Scotsman: Yer no' Krauts, are ye?!

Officer: No! And I'm sorry about your lawn!

Scotsman: Ach, the youth these days.



10. Britain.

The northern half of britain was rather easy. Like Poland, they had the nasty habit of concentraring forces on defending the front closest to Germany. The few troops avaliable on mainland britain that is. Arriving at the populated fortifications of the south did give trouble, even needing one-to-one odds in fight.

However, in Coventry they ran into superior opposition. Not only was the ground fortified, and the marines willing to fight, but they had a secret weapon aswell. It was called Ismay, a level-7 defensive doctrine leader. The czech leaders were just level 4 or 5. Ismay was a strange person, not only did he look blocky all the time, but nomatter what angle you had, he was always facing you. He constantly carried two big machineguns and had a quite limited set of phrases to use, like: "Ahahahahah, teatime, isit?!", "Godsavethequeen!", "Forkingandcountry!" and "Ismay, Lionel Ismay!" They had to wait until he was outflanked and outnumbered enough.

Ismay went to London as it seemed to be more threatened, although the czechoslovakian army followed him there, from three directions. After a fierce, but hopeless battle in London, he could just retreat through the remaining countryside. As if there was any left.

After the fight in London, one of the Vichy French armies was ordered to liberate Dakar, easing Britain of it's VP burden. Greece had taken Northern Ireland earlier. England was annexed.

However, the obligatory invasion of the USA didn't get to happen. Not only did the USA never enter the war, but the game crashed when Brunei was to be released for fun.

Officially the war ended on the first of august 1945 with a fascistoid government being installed in England.


11. Epilogue?

Due to failure in logistics, the actual epilogue was never written.

There would be screenies here, if I had bothered to save and take more often. Instead, you can close your eyes and imagine the arabic peninsula, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand and adjactent bits in a lovely green color.


12. End.

Stalin was still reading The London Times, now on the culture departement.

Stalin: 'Evil Ed' King again, aparently got a lukewarm reception after arriving in London in a brand new Volkswagen, chosing the wrong uniform (it looked much too german) and especially liking the beer and a bavarian
football team...

Zhukov: Sir...

Stalin: Ah, they liked him better the second day as monarch. "I speak to you, people of London. This day may be one of infamy, we might have been defeated in war, but we will prevail!" And so on for quite a while, he shut up when they tossed garbage on him. Here's photos of him taking shelter in an
armoured car.

Zhukov: Pardon me, si...

Stalin: After some negotiating, it says, he came out, back to the stand at Trafalgar Square, and spoke: "Read my lips, no Deutschnyland in London!" There were cheers, and out of nowhere, lots of parades sprung to his honour. Sweden's running out of pulp to make posters with his picture on.

Zhukov: Well...

Stalin: I wish my country would be like that. Where people could say "hello Josef" to me rather than kissing the ground I walk on, and comrade me all the time. So I could be the ordinary man I am, easily walk the streets, have pirogues at the restaurant and be myself... apart from being your
democratically elected president for life. Ah, that would be nice, but the germans are in Novosibirsk, and the Japanese are in Mongolia, much, much work to do.

Zhukov sighed, he didn't answer, instead he pulled his sidearm and shot Stalin through the newspaper. Stalin's last words were: "Right through the comics, you bastard!" After settling with what he had done Zhukov went over to the makeshift desk and picked up the telephone. He knew it was tapped, but it didn't matter.

Zukhov: The London Times? This Field Marshal Zukhov, acting president of the Soviet Union. Our beloved leader, Josef Stalin, passed away this afternoon, I fear it was all the stress and all the vodka. They seem to, have... damanged his stomache fatally, burning a hole right through it. He was unreachable this morning, and now he's dead.

He sighed.

Zukhov: As our military situation isn't any better, I humbly ask for a white peace with the Axis, or any peace. Much too many lives have been spilled for nothing. And I've had enough of people dying for today. And I do not want to be interviewed by the Gestapo, no thanks.

He paused.

Zhukov: Oh, and the secret word in yesterday's crossword puzzle was "Schwartzwald".



13. Conclusions.

* The AI is sometimes moronic, but what can you expect from a mere computer?
* It's hard for Czechoslovakia to get ships, once it has them, the allies are doomed.
* The AI isn't very good at running across your territory to preempitively kick shared enemies out. They prefer waiting for them to invade their own turf.
* Playing by the rules helps quite a bit.
* Hitler was a bad man, taking my rightfully conquered land like that deserves punishment!
* Zhukov won a week's stay at the newly opened Deutschnyland Luton. He didn't like being one of the "bad guys" in the action figure set, but the kung-fu grip was neat.
* The AI focuses too much on landing troops where enemy troops exist, instead of sneaking in troops on an empty beach like I do. Sealion succeeds nine times out of eight this way.
* Your ad here.

THE END

(This post has been edited for layout reasons and small fixes, yes.)

[Alexandru H.]

What can I say? Not much, considering that the AAR is already finished....

[aake]

Well, writing is quite swift. Took an hour or three. Reformatting, respelling, rewhatevering took a week.

And I prefer releasing complete things. I'd probably forget too much otherwise and end up doing something else.

[Exterous]

Nice job. Kinda wierd seeing a complete AAR in one post. Good though, very good!

[Morpheus506]

Probably one of the quickest AARs I've seen.

[Khaern]

German Officer: Heil no, I've already got rid of ten tractors today! Besides, we conquered Krakow not an hour ago, and this tractor is on the Czechoslovakian side of the river.

Oh man! That "Heil no!" sent me into a fit of hysterical laughter

And a good AAR by the way, the pace is a bit fast and such, but I really enjoyed reading it.

[cassa61]

great just great, short and sweet, i like it whats next?

[aake]

I'm not stupendously great on being ultraverbose, hence the AAR got rather short. On the other hand, I could've spent several months writing, barely getting to 1937 before giving up.

I think I live by the "short and concise" school of writing. The longest thing I ever wrote in school covered a dozen pages, half of which I tossed because they didn't make sense. The best thing was finsihing a one-year "research" project in two hours (neatly covering two pages) and getting a

B (where A is near-impossible) for it. This while classmates struggled during the entire year seriously looking for data, writing, rewriting and simply getting the 40-page work back with a big F slapped on it.

You might need to substract the lines people don't read or misunderstand with those they do read and understand, in order to see how long a work really is.

More? I guess I technically could write an AAR about when Sweden conquered Japan and finished WW2 by defeating Axis Bolivia. But that game was long ago, and contained even more boatrides than this one.

And I probably don't make much sense, long or short AARs.

[Nikolai II]

Originally posted by aake
Von Manstein had pointed out that "you don't need a million men with tanks, guns and planes to build a lousy grocery store... and they especially don't need to carry rifles all the time!"

The entire AAR was great, with plenty of good one-liners.

However, despite it's proclaimed brevity it was rather long

There is nothing wrong with writing the entire AAR in one go (in fact it is laudable since it means that the AAR will actually be completed) but you dont have to put it in a single post (as mentioned above).

A more reader-friendly variant would have been to make a post out of each 'chapter', and for getting maximum exposure you should have posted one chapter per day.(with pro- and epilogue counting as chapters)

Had you done this I would not have hesitated to give it an A, but I think I'll have to grade it B

Well, great work still, and good presentation, only a bit long post for us rushed for time (this thread has made me expand my break by 10 minutes, and that is bad for me )

[Seidita]

good job very funny


EDIT:Post 900 w00t!!1 all i need now is 2100 more psots!

[aake]

Originally Posted by Nikolai II

A more reader-friendly variant would have been to make a post out of each 'chapter', and for getting maximum exposure you should have posted one chapter per day.(with pro- and epilogue counting as chapters)

Had you done this I would not have hesitated to give it an A, but I think I'll have to grade it B

Bah, picky-picky exotic southerner. The problem is (or was, rather) playing the game in more sessions than two.

Anyway, I'll use this thread as a dumping ground for HOI tidbits of mine that aren't worth threads of their own. Like half the groundwork for a german AAR which was to include a grand turning point where Guderian meets Rommel in Sarajevo... or somewhere coastwards from there. Screens of the 100 divisions huddled up in Washington DC, or 'Swedes in Tokyo' among others. It'll take a li'l while to dig the stuff up and make it presentable.

Anyway...