Note: This AAR is born as a sort of distraction from my The War that Had to Be Won , just to provide myself with a different story to tell and to allow myself to tease some fellow Paradoxians (I can't help, you know me -at least those who know me, those who doesn't know me, well, they don't know, of course-). It's a distraction, a toy, a way to retake my past when I had several AARs at the same time. No, it's not a descend into madness again (no Sparta jokes, please). It's just a plaything, so to speak.
No, there's not a mod supporting this AAR, as it has not been one since I did my first KR-MDS AAR long time ago. So don't ask for the mod because there's none, just a heavily (and a bit unstable) savegame. Why I bother to ask this if someone is going to ask for the mod, anyway...
PS: Viperhawkz: if this introduction reminds you of something... well, you're right
A House of Cards (An alternative KR-MDS AAR)
December 31st, 2002 – 11:59PM – Ottawa, Ontario, Dominion of Canada
René Artois junior was tired. It was late and he knew too well that he was not going to close his bar until the last drunkard had gone home. And with the incoming new year just behind the corner, the night was not going to be over in the next five minutes. So, with a sigh, he resigned himself and gave a long and lascivious look to his waitress, Yvette.
Then the phone rang. "Who -René wondered- can be so foolish to call at this hour?"
-Allò?
A voice whispered:
-Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once...
-Oh, it's you, Michelle...
Then a bright white light blinded René. Before he could say "what the heck" the light was gone and he found himself looking foolishly to his customers who, suddenly, had been sobered by the spectacle. Then, as the city returned to the dark and happy night, René returned to Michelle and the incoming message from the Resistance.
"Curse my bad luck and those darned Syndies from the other side of the border..." -he muttered to himself.
Happy New Year, René!
January 1st, 2003 – 00:01AM – A military outpost 10 kms west of Wallaceburg, Ontario, Dominion of Canada
Private John Collins couldn't believe his eyes. Where a minute ago had been a series of dugouts and, far away, a small military base with its own airbase, now there was nothing but for biggest piece of emptiness and, far away, on the other shore of Lake St. Clair, the shinning lights of a big, very big, city, with tall buildings that hadn’t been there before. And, on top of that madness, there was a bridge extended out over the lake, stopping abruptly at the border where it looked like it had been severed by some gigantic scalpel.
The only coherent thought that crossed Collins mind was:
"The sarge ain't gonna believe me... oh man..."
No, there's not a mod supporting this AAR, as it has not been one since I did my first KR-MDS AAR long time ago. So don't ask for the mod because there's none, just a heavily (and a bit unstable) savegame. Why I bother to ask this if someone is going to ask for the mod, anyway...
PS: Viperhawkz: if this introduction reminds you of something... well, you're right
A House of Cards (An alternative KR-MDS AAR)
December 31st, 2002 – 11:59PM – Ottawa, Ontario, Dominion of Canada
René Artois junior was tired. It was late and he knew too well that he was not going to close his bar until the last drunkard had gone home. And with the incoming new year just behind the corner, the night was not going to be over in the next five minutes. So, with a sigh, he resigned himself and gave a long and lascivious look to his waitress, Yvette.
Then the phone rang. "Who -René wondered- can be so foolish to call at this hour?"
-Allò?
A voice whispered:
-Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once...
-Oh, it's you, Michelle...
Then a bright white light blinded René. Before he could say "what the heck" the light was gone and he found himself looking foolishly to his customers who, suddenly, had been sobered by the spectacle. Then, as the city returned to the dark and happy night, René returned to Michelle and the incoming message from the Resistance.
"Curse my bad luck and those darned Syndies from the other side of the border..." -he muttered to himself.
Happy New Year, René!
January 1st, 2003 – 00:01AM – A military outpost 10 kms west of Wallaceburg, Ontario, Dominion of Canada
Private John Collins couldn't believe his eyes. Where a minute ago had been a series of dugouts and, far away, a small military base with its own airbase, now there was nothing but for biggest piece of emptiness and, far away, on the other shore of Lake St. Clair, the shinning lights of a big, very big, city, with tall buildings that hadn’t been there before. And, on top of that madness, there was a bridge extended out over the lake, stopping abruptly at the border where it looked like it had been severed by some gigantic scalpel.
The only coherent thought that crossed Collins mind was:
"The sarge ain't gonna believe me... oh man..."
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