"As The Spirit Moves Me"
This will be an AAR based on a Grand Campaign as England.
Version 1.05, settings Very Hard and Aggressive, no EEP.
The entire story will be told from the viewpoint of a single character as related to a friend, so there's not much dialog as such
To Do List:
1) Unify England and France
2) Establish a colonial empire
3) Create a "modern" and "democratic" government with free trade and free subjects
4) No BadBoy War will be allowed
5) The viewpoint character has his own goals, which will become clear over time
Given the choice of England, survival and being #1 in VP are assumed
All parties are encouraged to comment and contribute, as it is capable of improvement, surely.
Just PM me or make a comment here.
All constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated.
Thanks are in order to MrT and Bismarck, for your encouragement and help ( this'll teach ya )
And thanks in advance to all of you who WILL read and respond ( there's an exam later )
*Author's note:
This began as a straightforward, tell-the-game report.
It has since mutated.
As a consequence it's dry for the first few decades but I think more entertaining after that.
So if it's not to your taste, wait a bit and sample it at a later date.
Many opinions and actions in this story are not the beliefs of the author.
Dr. Charles Rivers has proved to have a mind all his own.
And maybe he has your mind, too.
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EMAIL from Bgardieri
Man, I have found this weird doc on my desktop. I don't think its a virus,
but it just doesn't make any sense to me unless it's a joke. And with
what happened to poor Charlie Rivers, this is in DAMN POOR TASTE.
This is like that crazy crop-circle thing those engineering students of yours
did in the stadium end-zone.
Did you do this? Because I'm really teed off about this
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EMAIL from FrancoMan
Huh? You're making less sense than usual, Bob
I don't know Dr. Rivers well enough to make sick jokes about him
( And that symbol is our school's name in Klatchian )
( or so my students tell me )
What's going on?
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EMAIL from Bgardieri
Check this out - attachment follows
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Chapter the First - Once Upon a Time
Hello, Bob. It's me...and this is not a hoax. It's Charlie Rivers, right enough. I know you have a lot of doubts - and questions - and I know you know RIGHT NOW it's really me. And how I know that is the real story, after all.
We were working in the lab, late one night...
Actually it was just after noon on Wednesday when it all started. I didn't have any classes that afternoon and was not about to grade papers on a beautiful spring day. May 15th of this year, as you well know. Haven't forgotten me or that day already, have you!
Anyway, I'd thought about getting away early when my phone rang. Linda, the departmental secretary said a Colonel Haines, US Army was on the line. Now I've never done consulting for the military ( no-one has in this physics department, as far as I know ) but Ted Haines was an old classmate of mine from Tech and I hadn't heard from him in years.
So after some polite chitchat and catching up, he says he has some "stuff" for me to look over. Seems the Army's been pouring a lot of money and effort into upgrading security at Russian labs, weapons sites and production facilities, and no-one, not even the Russians, knows what all is out there. Or where it is. Or what some of it is for. So, as I said, there's this stuff found in back rooms at one of the theoretical physics labs in some town in East Icebox, Russia and the Army wants someone to evaluate it. Probably junk, Ted said, but you never know, and the Army has to classify it as something, and will pay me a little for my time. So I said sure, what are friends for, and promised him a preliminary report within a month.
On Monday these boxes arrived, six of them, each about three feet high and wide and five feet long. And given the choice between grading papers and poking through this stuff - well, I did neither. I went for coffee, and found you out on the sidewalk, and we went for coffee together, and I told you about the Army's little gift.
Now, see, I'm not going to waste time trying to "prove" anything to you. I know when you wake up and see this on your computer screen you're going to read it and know who it is, no matter how impossible it may be. And I'm tired, and typing this is harder work than you might think, even if I do have notes - and I've got a story to tell. So, Bob, I'm just going to get on with the telling of the tale. But nobody knew about the coffee but you and me and the waitress, so keep that in mind.
After office hours, you and I and some grad students lugged those boxes down into the old basement lab of Springer Hall and opened them up. A lot of it was awful crap, even some old vacuum tube stuff. And some of it was identifiable, like the oscilloscopes and that tunneling diode setup. There were small boxes of loose parts and even a nice little audio amplifier, made in China. Plowing through that junk wasn't much fun, so Debbie and Steve made their excuses and left, and you and I called the wives and talked about washing up and getting a beer.
And of course, that fourth box was filled by a dull gray equipment rack stacked with black metal boxes with control knobs, lights and dials on the front and those sets of large headphones racked on the top. None of the wiring looked loose, even that rat's nest wrapped around those crystal rods, and we were able to figure out the power requirements from a plate on the back. So we plugged it into that variable power supply we use all the time in physics labs, and we turned it on. And it lit up, and went through some kind of self-test ( the thing had a bunch of antique computer chips in it ) and then it sat there, doing nothing.
So we played with the control knobs, and listened with one ear to the headphones, and absolutely nothing happened. And when you went on a bathroom break I put the headphones on and noticed a little keyhole on the side of one of the boxes, with a little key taped to the bottom of the box. So of course I pried that little key loose and I stuck it in and I turned it.
And there really should have been someone there to shout "Don't!", but I was a damned fool, and there was no-one to stop me. And I heard a great sound, like a waterfall or a vast bell, and I fell to the floor. I rose up, looking down on my body and you, rushing soundlessly into the room, and then there was a tunnel of bright light, drawing me forward, and I knew that I was dead.
This will be an AAR based on a Grand Campaign as England.
Version 1.05, settings Very Hard and Aggressive, no EEP.
The entire story will be told from the viewpoint of a single character as related to a friend, so there's not much dialog as such
To Do List:
1) Unify England and France
2) Establish a colonial empire
3) Create a "modern" and "democratic" government with free trade and free subjects
4) No BadBoy War will be allowed
5) The viewpoint character has his own goals, which will become clear over time
Given the choice of England, survival and being #1 in VP are assumed
All parties are encouraged to comment and contribute, as it is capable of improvement, surely.
Just PM me or make a comment here.
All constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated.
Thanks are in order to MrT and Bismarck, for your encouragement and help ( this'll teach ya )
And thanks in advance to all of you who WILL read and respond ( there's an exam later )
*Author's note:
This began as a straightforward, tell-the-game report.
It has since mutated.
As a consequence it's dry for the first few decades but I think more entertaining after that.
So if it's not to your taste, wait a bit and sample it at a later date.
Many opinions and actions in this story are not the beliefs of the author.
Dr. Charles Rivers has proved to have a mind all his own.
And maybe he has your mind, too.
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EMAIL from Bgardieri
Man, I have found this weird doc on my desktop. I don't think its a virus,
but it just doesn't make any sense to me unless it's a joke. And with
what happened to poor Charlie Rivers, this is in DAMN POOR TASTE.
This is like that crazy crop-circle thing those engineering students of yours
did in the stadium end-zone.
Did you do this? Because I'm really teed off about this
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
EMAIL from FrancoMan
Huh? You're making less sense than usual, Bob
I don't know Dr. Rivers well enough to make sick jokes about him
( And that symbol is our school's name in Klatchian )
( or so my students tell me )
What's going on?
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EMAIL from Bgardieri
Check this out - attachment follows
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter the First - Once Upon a Time
Hello, Bob. It's me...and this is not a hoax. It's Charlie Rivers, right enough. I know you have a lot of doubts - and questions - and I know you know RIGHT NOW it's really me. And how I know that is the real story, after all.
We were working in the lab, late one night...
Actually it was just after noon on Wednesday when it all started. I didn't have any classes that afternoon and was not about to grade papers on a beautiful spring day. May 15th of this year, as you well know. Haven't forgotten me or that day already, have you!
Anyway, I'd thought about getting away early when my phone rang. Linda, the departmental secretary said a Colonel Haines, US Army was on the line. Now I've never done consulting for the military ( no-one has in this physics department, as far as I know ) but Ted Haines was an old classmate of mine from Tech and I hadn't heard from him in years.
So after some polite chitchat and catching up, he says he has some "stuff" for me to look over. Seems the Army's been pouring a lot of money and effort into upgrading security at Russian labs, weapons sites and production facilities, and no-one, not even the Russians, knows what all is out there. Or where it is. Or what some of it is for. So, as I said, there's this stuff found in back rooms at one of the theoretical physics labs in some town in East Icebox, Russia and the Army wants someone to evaluate it. Probably junk, Ted said, but you never know, and the Army has to classify it as something, and will pay me a little for my time. So I said sure, what are friends for, and promised him a preliminary report within a month.
On Monday these boxes arrived, six of them, each about three feet high and wide and five feet long. And given the choice between grading papers and poking through this stuff - well, I did neither. I went for coffee, and found you out on the sidewalk, and we went for coffee together, and I told you about the Army's little gift.
Now, see, I'm not going to waste time trying to "prove" anything to you. I know when you wake up and see this on your computer screen you're going to read it and know who it is, no matter how impossible it may be. And I'm tired, and typing this is harder work than you might think, even if I do have notes - and I've got a story to tell. So, Bob, I'm just going to get on with the telling of the tale. But nobody knew about the coffee but you and me and the waitress, so keep that in mind.
After office hours, you and I and some grad students lugged those boxes down into the old basement lab of Springer Hall and opened them up. A lot of it was awful crap, even some old vacuum tube stuff. And some of it was identifiable, like the oscilloscopes and that tunneling diode setup. There were small boxes of loose parts and even a nice little audio amplifier, made in China. Plowing through that junk wasn't much fun, so Debbie and Steve made their excuses and left, and you and I called the wives and talked about washing up and getting a beer.
And of course, that fourth box was filled by a dull gray equipment rack stacked with black metal boxes with control knobs, lights and dials on the front and those sets of large headphones racked on the top. None of the wiring looked loose, even that rat's nest wrapped around those crystal rods, and we were able to figure out the power requirements from a plate on the back. So we plugged it into that variable power supply we use all the time in physics labs, and we turned it on. And it lit up, and went through some kind of self-test ( the thing had a bunch of antique computer chips in it ) and then it sat there, doing nothing.
So we played with the control knobs, and listened with one ear to the headphones, and absolutely nothing happened. And when you went on a bathroom break I put the headphones on and noticed a little keyhole on the side of one of the boxes, with a little key taped to the bottom of the box. So of course I pried that little key loose and I stuck it in and I turned it.
And there really should have been someone there to shout "Don't!", but I was a damned fool, and there was no-one to stop me. And I heard a great sound, like a waterfall or a vast bell, and I fell to the floor. I rose up, looking down on my body and you, rushing soundlessly into the room, and then there was a tunnel of bright light, drawing me forward, and I knew that I was dead.