Chapter 6 : The Spy Who Gave Solace
1937 February 16th, 11:00 pm, Vicotyr.
[Hitler] : Mein Gottführer ?
[Gottführer] :
'sup !
[Hitler] : Wasup ?
[Gottführer] :
Just watching the game, having a Bud...
[Hitler] : True, mein Gottführer, true.
[Gottführer, yawing] :
Want some ? This part is kinda long actually, you'd better get comfortable. But I love it, in a sense. That's when I truly feel like I'm some god supervising all those little guys.
[Hitler] : I though you
were a god already !?
[Gottführer] :
Errr... yes. Yes ! I am. Just... a god without a whip. What's a god without a whip ? I wish I could speed up those spys of yours a little. They just take ages to do anything useful.
[Hitler] : Like what, mein Gottführer ?
[Gottführer] :
Like, denunciating the Czechs for the nasty warmongers they really are.
[Hitler] : Oh.
[Gottführer] :
I mean, they just have to get on screen then say "Hey, I'm telling you, Czechs are nasty warmongers !"
[Hitler] : On screen ?
[Gottführer] :
Well yes, you know... what do you have, back in your days ? TV ? Kino ?
[Hitler] : They're not supposed to be famous enough to be on screen, in the name of a panzer ! They're spies, remember ?
[Gottführer] :
Since when does one need to be famous to be seen on TV ? Just enter a reality show and be famous from there ! The more useless you are, the easier. They've got to be world class legends, for a dictator's sake !
[Hitler] : Why would Czechs be warmongering anyway ?
[Gottführer] :
So that we could DOW them. If they're not warmongering, I fear you would Benito-trick me *looks at the Führer in distrust*.
[Hitler] : Declare war on them ?? Haven't you told me that we could just sit on our arse and watch them select "ok, whatever" when the Vienna event fires ?
[Gottführer] :
Yeah, well... but I've read this AAR the other day, and... *ponders*... OK, forget it. To hell with spies, anyway. Nothing beats a good ol’Steamrolling. Speaking of which… ha, here they are.
[Hitler] : What are you doing ?
[Gottführer] :
I’m gearing up our industrial output. Here, see ? That’s our round of ICs finally built and waiting to be dispatched *places them on the map*. Now we just have to wait for them to finish repairing.
[Hitler] : Repairing ? I thought you said we just built them.
[Gottführer] :
Yup but they’re delivered in kit, so they need to be assembled, nobody understands the schematics, so some other guy has to come in and fix it. Takes a while. I bet Germany is too close to Sweden.
[Hitler] : … ?
[Gottführer] :
Hallo ? IKEA ? Oh my… you REALLY don’t know crap about anything, do you ?
[Hitler, sighing] : Anyway, what should we do with the freed IC in the meantime ?
[Gottführer] :
Yes, you’re right, good question. Lemme think… hmm… Let’s produce lots of planes, lots of guns and lots of… err… lots of men *coughs*.
[Hitler] : …
[Gottführer] :
Have a comment to make ?
[Hitler] : Well, how do one ‘produce’ men, for one ?
[Gottführer] :
Need a schematic too ? Get to work !
The Führer pouts, apparently uncomfortable, but finally decides to stay a little longer.
[Gottführer] :
Speak up, what's the matter ?
[Hitler] : I notice we haven't produced any u-boat, since the one we commissionned before you err... came. The one that was sunken by the inaugurative champaign bottle.
[Gottführer] :
Yup. Indeed we haven't.
[Hitler] : Excuse me, mein Gottführer, might I inquire what's going on ?
[Gottführer] :
Why not.
[Hitler] :
Impossible man !
[Gottführer] :
I heard that !
[Gottführer] :
What's going on is we need to develop champaign-proof subs before I decide to produce some more.
[Hitler] : But mein Gottführer, we can't wait that long. I’ve just met that guy Dönitz, he says we need submarines. Lots of.
[Gottführer] :
“We” ?
[Hitler] : Well, he needs them at least.
[Gottführer] :
Well, I don’t.
[Hitler] : Well, it’s a shame, mein gottfürher.
[Gottführer] :
'Well', that would be your final word on the subject, “Adolf”. *grins* Thank you.
[Hitler] : Well, if I may… submarines are great, he says. We need at least 300, he says.
[Gottführer] :
Well, *chilling* ‘If you’ll excuse me’ ! You think I don’t KNOW this already ? I’m the GOTTFÜHRER ! I just want to try something else.
[Hitler] : But…
[Gottführer, muttering] :
That Adolf thinks he can teach ‘me’ to play ? I’ve read that sub thread too, what does he think ? What was the author’s name again ? Blue Kangoo ? Blue Possum ? Some weird blue Aussie thing, anyway…
[Hitler] : But submarines ‘ARE’ great ! You just dive, then shout “feuer !”. And then goes 100.000 tons of tea under the waves. And nobody can catch you cause you’re invisible.
[Gottführer] :
…
[Hitler] : If you cut their tea supplies, England will fall within days.
[Gottführer] :
‘Just dive then shout “feuer !”’ ?? Have you ever played Silent Hunter V ?
[Hitler] : Err… no ?
[Gottführer] :
Silent Hunter III ?
[Hitler] : ?
[Gottführer] :
Silent Hunter II ? I ?
[Hitler] : What are those ?
[Gottführer] :
Aces of the Deep ?
[Hitler] : Err… ?
[Gottführer] :
GATO, For a dictator’s sake ?! Even you cannot be ‘that’ old !
[Hitler] : Sorry, but I haven't.
[Gottführer] :
Trust me, then. It ain’t that easy. I won’t risk all Germany on a gamble. We don’t even know if that would work anymore. It’s HOI3 now, remember ?
[Hitler] : Sunken Tea, mein Gottführer ! The potential of that !
[Gottführer] :
ALL RIGHT, we’ll build a few subs !
[Hitler, mumbling] :
This will fail, if we build only ‘a few’.
[Gottführer] :
Are you questioning my authority, here, Adolf ?
[Hitler] : Nein, mein Gottführer !
[Gottführer] :
Good ! Go read that guy Dönitz’s book if you have a submarine nostalgia, and let me care about what we’re producing.
[Hitler] : Raeder’s written no book, mein Gottführer, with all due respect.
[Gottführer, frowning] :
Adolf, I’m getting tired of your constant negative attitude. If he hasn’t, lock him up for a few years and he’ll write one. You may leave.