Riga, Latvia
August 8, 2007
1942-04-29 : Anton (everyone): it's about as bad as it can get
1942-05-00 : Anton (everyone): I actually have oil now
1942-05-00 : Anton (everyone): but I didn't when I needed it the most
1942-05-01 : 12:00 June 2, 1942 : We are attacked by hostile armies of Germany in Suwalki.
1942-05-01 : 13:00 June 2, 1942 : We are attacked by hostile armies of Germany in Bielsk.
1942-05-01 : 13:00 June 2, 1942 : We have engaged hostile armies in Bialystok.
1942-05-01 : Anton (everyone): omg hahaha I'm winning
1942-05-01 : 18:00 June 2, 1942 : We lost a battle against Germany in Suwalki.
1942-05-02 : 4:00 June 3, 1942 : We lost a battle against Germany in Bielsk.
1942-05-02 : 7:00 June 3, 1942 : We lost a battle against Germany in Suwalki.
1942-05-03 : 2:00 June 4, 1942 : We lost a battle against Germany in Suwalki.
1942-05-03 : 5:00 June 4, 1942 : We won a battle against Germany in Bialystok.
1942-05-03 : Anton (everyone): that's it
1942-05-03 : Lukas (everyone): WOOT
1942-05-03 : Anton (everyone): can I just surrender now?
1942-05-03 : 7:00 June 4, 1942 : Germany accepted our generous peace offer.
1942-05-03 : 7:00 June 4, 1942 : Soviet Union have made Germany their puppet state.
1942-05-03 : Anton (Germany) has left the game!
The final (important) few lines from the game log.
The war was finally over. The entire time, my hands had been shaking with adrenalin. The war had been quite intense. The AAR may have plodded a bit toward the end, going day by day, but with those days passing in minutes during our LAN session, you can probably imagine how intense it was. In all, our war lasted some seven hours of real time, approximately. Seven hours to play two months and four days of brutal, tightly maneuvered combat operations. To finally finish the game was a relief, to win it was something more. It was a very close game. Even just thinking about it now sends a shiver up my spine, though that may just be the fact that my room is a bit cold. This update isn't mostly an excuse to post the last pictures from Riga rather than anything else.
Discomb popped around to the room I was playing in and we had a little chat about our war. I don’t remember what was said, but it was probably along the lines of what we usually say when we talk about it. That is, how close it was, how little oil he had, why did he drive into a swamp, that sort of thing. I really don’t know what else to say, so here’s a picture.
Us, talking about the war like two veterans, after the game.
The post-war discussion ended in a handshake. It was a good game after all, and we’re all good sportsmen. At least, usually we are. This was one of the usual times.
A good handshake between friends, sportsmen, opposing generals and dire enemies—all rolled into one. Or two, rather.
After the friendly handshake, Discomb bowed down to my superior strategizing and war-fighting. Or just my superior luck. Or whatever. He was defeated, thus he bows. And we shake again. And my foot is on him to illustrate my victory. And superiority.
The victory handshake, between the victor and the defeated, the superior and the inferior, the Latvian and the permanent resident of Latvia!
I don’t really know what else to write for this update. Most of what I felt then and think now has already been written and posted. Or written and to be posted in the next update. So I’ll just leave this as a short update (albeit not the shortest, compared to the real victory update). It was a good game, a very good game. We want to LAN again, though a different globe-changing mod of mine, though we don’t know when we’ll manage it. It may have to wait until HoI3, even.