• We have updated our Community Code of Conduct. Please read through the new rules for the forum that are an integral part of Paradox Interactive’s User Agreement.
Is it just me or does Käthe enjoy torturing our poor hero Duckie...?
 
Why have i missed this? So far this is again proven to be the best Kurt quality there is :)
 
Am still confused.

In which points are you confused? Elaborate a bit, please.

Well, a lot of updates since I've last been here, I must say I couldn't stop reading until I finally got thru all of it. I do personally like your little snippet on what has gone on so far, should do more of those I think just to keep all of us informed on a few things we may have perhaps forgotten.

That little summary will keep happening, each five chapters or so, don't worry. Thank you for the effort of reading it all!

The chapter that had Johann Ludwig and the Syndacists was a personal favorite while reading thru this. Keep up the great work, i guess I'll have to do a better job reading as you pump out your updates! :D ;)

I think I'm not going too fast, but I suppose that depends on the reading pace of each single reader... If anyone has anything to say about it, do it. Am I going too fast? Should I slow the updating a bit?

Is it just me or does Käthe enjoy torturing our poor hero Duckie...?

Erm... yes. That's the problem, I guess, of having weak points.

Why have i missed this? So far this is again proven to be the best Kurt quality there is :)

*blushing*

Thanks for your undeserved preaise, but this AAR has quite a lot of room to improve! And welcome on board!
 
*blushing*

Thanks for your undeserved preaise, but this AAR has quite a lot of room to improve! And welcome on board!

You are being too modest :D Oh my Gods, what did i sign myself in for?
 
Ahh the last few chapters have been excellent !! The American element the strange incursions into hellish places and the sidewinding movements of Hitler ! Top notch stuff as always hermano !
 
Mostly about the Nazi plotline, since I can't see the connection to the rest of it yet.
 
You are being too modest :D Oh my Gods, what did i sign myself in for?

No, it's that I'm too aware of my short commings, I guess...

Ahh the last few chapters have been excellent !! The American element the strange incursions into hellish places and the sidewinding movements of Hitler ! Top notch stuff as always hermano !

And more to come... :D

Mostly about the Nazi plotline, since I can't see the connection to the rest of it yet.

In the next update I hope to clarify that bit... :D
 
This AAR is becoming more and more adictive!
 
So Hitler is working hard or hardly working? :rofl:
I wonder why you write that way from Käääthe....:rolleyes:
More!!!

Let's put that why.

Adolf is working hard not to work ever again. :D

And why do I write that way from Käthe? Mmmmh, let's think a bit...

No idea, really.
yysilba.gif


This AAR is becoming more and more adictive!

Glad to know, sir!
 
Chapter 12.

First set - The Failure of a Revolution.

Berlin, 30th November, 2003


Dibujo-4.jpg

In the best of the situations, Duckie's room would have looked as if a storm had ruined it. But now it was worse.

-Well, somebody has been here, searching for the key, I guess -Käthe said, standing among the chaotic scene.

Duckie just sat down, with Little Bastard, his grinning cat, on his lap.

-At least you're still alive, my good... you bastard!!!!

-What?!?!?!

Käthe turned just to see Little Bastard running away while Duckie began something similar to a Zulu dance of war.

-What the heck are you doing? -asked a puzzled and amused Käthe.

-He has done it! The damned cat has f*&%*!!%&% on me!

The spreading spot on Duckie's trouser showed what Little Bastard had done.

-He loves you -began to tell Käthe, while looking at the pile of books nearer to her. Amazingly, not a single one were related to pornography. Impressive, she tought.

-What?! So he had to pee me! I'm glad that he doesn't hate me, then!

-He was afraid and hurried to you. He was so happy to see you that he had only that way to show you.

-A postcard would have been nicer -he grunted while looking at her, unable to believe a single word and considering to kill the cat. She moved then, leaning to take a book, and the vision of her body moving made Duckie forget about killing.

-My grandpa had a cat, and once he did it.

-Did your grandpa pee on his cat? What a... 'Ouch!

A book hit Duckie on his head, so he refrained himself about asking. At least for the next five seconds.

- He got frigthened and peeded over my grandpa when he came to rescue the cat. By the way, the key, please?

Duckie returned to the world with a grunt, and gave his back to Käthe, who was taken aback by the sudden action of his foolish boy. Then, when he was to ask for an explanation, he turned back, with the key on his hand.

-I'm not going to ask where you had it hidden.

refunfu%C3%B1ar2.jpg

First set - The Failure of a Revolution.

In a castle, 90 miles south of Berlin, August 12th, 1944


Even if the war was formally over, the castle was still holding some hundred of prisoners behind his walls, waiting to be sent home. They were being sent back, so no one had really any reason to escape. Thus, the secret gathering was quite odd in itself.

The two men were reaching for their spoons, when the door opened and the senior Syndicalist officer (SSO) entered the ward, followed by the ranking American officer. The American and the British dropped their utensils and quickly rose to attention.

-At ease -the SSO said-. May we have a few words with you, John? -he added, while shooking his head at being offering a cup of coffee. - We believed that you will end facing a firing squad when the Jerries will get you dead tired of your foolish attempts to scape -As John did not answered, the SSO went on-. We've got a message on the radio -John knew a radio was in the camp somewhere because BBC war news were known almost immediately after a broadcast- In short, we've been ordered to get you out of here, Captain. The war is over and there is no need, but we've been ordered. Why have we been told to spring you from this place?

- Did the message say? - The Yank reply.

- We thought you might have a clue, John.

- Search me -he answered, shooking his head. The SSO began to loose his temper and shoot at him:

- I suspect you do know, goddamn it! It's just not worth it anymore, with the war over. And now we get this message!

-There must've been more to the message -John said. The SSO looked at him closely as if trying to divine his thoughts.

- A Berlin address. Does that mean anything to you?

- Not a thing.

- Captain, why would they send you to Berlin, of all places? The idea is getting all of us out of Germany, instead of further into it. And why to do anything at all, with the war ended?

John just grinned widely.

-Can I go today?

He had a key to recover.

interlude2.gif


Interlude​

Wherever Kremmler walked, shadows followed in his wake. Flickering whispers were his constant companions from the invisible creatures that lurked just beyond sight and ghosted in his shadows.

In the dark room, amidst the darkness, he knelt and scratched old designs on the floor, copying them exactly from the diagrams of the books he had read: a star with sevent points that was orbited by in the center by a stylized skull. He made a cut on his flesh and let the blood drizzle into the flame of the candle that burned over the skull. Then he began to chanthing, his voice dark and guttural has he called upon the emissary. Despiste the brigtheness of the fire, the room darkened and Kremmler felt the temperature fall, a chill wind gusting from somehwere. It carried the dust of agest past, the ruin of empire and the smell of decay.

The shadows that accompanied them gibbered in fear, as they felt the arrival of something ancient and terrible. Shadows gathered in the corners of the room, although no light shone to cast them. A hissing began to be heard and then the fire went out and the spell was broken.

Kremmler blasted his fate and shoot an angry stare to the useless star. He needed the key.
 
Last edited:
Bonus track :D

Just a glimpse of what fate reserved me for the three games at play right now. This is quite a bit old, but still amazing to see.

The Second American Civil War after being moved from the KR mod to the Ars Bellica Mod. The odd colours are to blame to his author, not me. I must add that I never saw the USA go down so fast in a KR of mine.

ScreenSave2-5.jpg

By the way, the Pacific States haven't conquered Mexico. It's just the colour scourge, I'm afraid. Another reason for Jack Reed to win the war, you see. :D
 
America looks funny! :p

I think that cat can pass as a SS cat! Good update!
 
Chapter 13.

Third set - The Brown Bolshevik.

Berlin, 1st July, 1925


Ironically, the revolution was not going to be started by Hitler or any of his followers, but by a Strasserite named Joseph Goebbels, the NSDAP's Chief Propaganda Officer. Goebbels had made himself a bit of name for his zealous oratory and anti-Sindicalist speeches in Bavaria, when the Nazis were creating their own realm. Now he was in Berlin, send by Strasser himself, to make a beach head there.

During his first (and last) speech on the district of Moabitt, he had asked his audience:

"National and socialist! What goes first, and what comes afterwards? My friends of the left, you and I,we are fighting one another although we are not really enemies. Our real enemies are the capitalists".

To Goebbels's surprise, Adolf Hitler was there, listening to him. Hitler recognized Goebbels’s talents and decided to win him to his side. It took some time, some private audicence but, in the end, Goebbels was ready to offer Hitler his total loyalty and to betray Strasser. Goebbels's former master, when he heard about the inminent betrayal, went mad with rage. Not only his plan had gone wrong, but he was going to have it turned against himself.

Thus, Strasser decided to neutralize Goebbels before he had time to change sides and send a "special" squad to Berlin to achieve that aim. The Strasserites thugs found him when he was going to meet Hitler. He had a small retinue of Hitler's followers, to protect him. It is unknown to history wether Hitler had any clue about Strasser's plan, and he later claimed that it all was due to his "sixth sense", the voice of Fate that kept talking to him and directing him to glory.

Thus, Goebbels and his bodyguards, the so called Redshirsts of the Antiimperialistische Zelle, rounded a corner and faced a small army in Nazi brown. "Get 'em, boys!" the Strasserite commander shouted. The Redshirts, caught by surprise, wavered at the attack, but soon began to reply and return the injuries received, but only to protect Goebbels' forced hasty and undignified exit. Then the police of Berlin appeared and two members of the group, Bernhard Falk and Michael Steinau were arrested while none of the Strasserite were taken by the police.

The news of the battle would reach Hitler while he was reaching a frenziest rapture during one of his speeches.

fk1.jpg

Second set - The Failure of a Republic.

Berlin, 5th December, 2003


Friederich Berchtold, "unser Fritz", as he liked to be called by his followers, was not in the best of moods. The lighthing has struck in the worst possible way. During the last months he had been carefully planning a big rally of all the leads of the European far-right, nationalist parties. It had not been easy, and Frederich had had to swallow his pride quite often when dealing with men that he knew to be below him, in spite of sharing some common believes. However, he had managed to persuade most of them.

And now this. The National Front, the most importat far-right political party of France had, in a single week, gone to hell. "Just this, so easy", Frederich thought, with his burning hatred to France throwing ligthings from his eyes to the picture of Le Pen.

-That bloody fool! -he finally erupted, like a raging volcano, spitting his rage aloud.

Jean-Marie Le Pen had led the party since its foundation with an iron hand. Even if he was just, in Friederich's opinion, a buffon, Le Pen's leadership had never been questioned. Until now, of course. He had managed to survive some silly situations, as his divorce from his first wife, Pierrete, and he had avoided making silly mistakes. Until now, of course. In the last thirty years he had managed to gather around him most of the far-right parties of France until becoming the undisputed lider of the French far-right movement.

-And he had to send all of that the hell... - Frederich managed to utter, clenching in blind rage his fists.

Le Pen's mistake was to appoint his daughter Marine to the executive of the party. Some members of the warty saw this as the establishment of a "Le Pen dynasty" and a split of the party ensued. As Le Pen just steered some of them steered away from the center of power, those opponents just walked away frokm the party, forming his own organizations, like the National Republican Movement (Mouvement national républicain - MNR), created by Bruno Mégret; or the Party of New Forces (Parti des forces nouvelles -PFN-), leaded by Alain Robert, Pascal Gauchon, François Brigneau and Roland Gaucher (1). Even if the results of this split had to be seen in the oncoming elections, for Frederich they had just settled the issue. He had nothing to trust but his own men and his own party, die Nationalen. Germany, once more, would lead Europe out of the night of chaos.

8d0761d6-3686-11de-a5a4-cda032564ad0.jpg

(1) I have mixed in one single act what in our time take place in different moments (Megret in the 1980s. the PFN in the 70s and the "Le Pen Dynasty" from 2004) just for the sake of the story.
 
Last edited:
Ah, the Poison Dwarf rears his ugly little head.