I do have one thing to say though... sequel! Maybe use Hearts of Iron 2 and mod the game to give yourself roughly the same borders.
You mean something like this?Kampf_Machen said:I do have one thing to say though... sequel! Maybe use Hearts of Iron 2 and mod the game to give yourself roughly the same borders.
rhynoclemmis said:That monster Germany with only 192 IC? Very conservative figure you got there.
I just wonder what you want to accomplish in a Hoi - conversion. I'd love to see it for sure, but do you want to kick France again? Invade England again (can't remember, but I'm positive you did that too)?
Rensslaer said:Actually, I've been very slowly working on an HOI 2 conversion, but it's a very complicated task, and there are things outside of the Paradox universe conspiring against my project (in short, the need to make a living!).
I do hope to still continue this, but it's going to be contingent on some freelance projects getting me a bit more financially secure. Anyone need to hire a freelance writer?
We'll see, and I'll keep you posted.
Thank you for your interest!
Rensslaer
Actually, the setup was that Germany would find itself faced with various strong- to medium-power enemies -- a fascist alliance of Italy, France and Spain, the Pacific power of Japan, and the communist power of the Soviet Union -- and basically have no allies, the US and UK rather having no interest in helping out a country which (because of wars with Germany in the early decades of the 20th century) they pretty much considered an enemy as well!rhynoclemmis said:That monster Germany with only 192 IC? Very conservative figure you got there.
I just wonder what you want to accomplish in a Hoi - conversion. I'd love to see it for sure, but do you want to kick France again? Invade England again (can't remember, but I'm positive you did that too)?
I have to agree -- the HOI map is too utilitarian. Vicky maps were the best!Edzako said:Even now he will be able to totally dominate Europe after several years of IC building And I must say that hoi2 map looks rather unattractive compared to Vicky.
Hmm... Now, I have to admit it's been a long time since I've been involved in the guts of the HOI code, but I don't remember there being Cores in HOI. Am I wrong? I guess it would make sense to have them, but I don't remember. If there are, then perhaps that's the problem. I'll add those cores, and maybe that 192 IC number will go up substantially.Kampf_Machen said:Rensslaer? Have you given yourself cores on your European lands? I'm lookin' forward to the AAR myself.
Well, I'm sort of a political/PR consultant myself, so maybe we could team up. You and I could fight it out in the board room, and whoever came out the victor, our candidate would win! :rofl: Cyrus, I'm so sorry I haven't gotten back to you on that foreign policy discussion. It sounds like we agree on alot, and yet there's just no time for me to discuss these things. I have too many other priorities. I figure I've got about 7 jobs right now, if I count the book projects and the various freelance things.VILenin said:Sure, I'd love to hire you, I just need to achieve financial independence for myself first. Feel like hiring a political/PR consultant?
I do look forward to that eventual day when we're both rich men with nothing to do but write AARs (in your case) and read them (in my case). Until then...
Wow, Kami, Thank You! And welcome (late) to my favorite story!Kami said:Hi (Pietr Von) Renssl(e)aer
It has been a thrill readin trough your AAR! Finally finished reading it (and a lot of comments).
Amazing how you used the personality of the different characters to determine the path of the nation. Started reading your Sforza AAR, and thought THAT was good, but WOW did i get surprised reading this!!
And congratulations gamewise. It was well played. I did especially like your strategies/tactics in war. Very efficient.
And do you have any plans of creating a future AAR with a similar writingstyle?
Kami
PS What does DOW stand for ?
Iron Skull, thanks for the memories! I remember your comments and encouragement! Thank you! I appreciate your support, and your flattery, though there are certainly others whose writing is comparable and beyond -- look to Coz1, Stnylan, Director and The Yogi (to name just a few). Their works will be in the various librAARies. Hope you've been enjoying Victoria!Iron_Skull said:This was the first AAR I followed the whole way through on the Paradox forums, it was what convinced me to buy Victoria, and stay on the boards. I can say with confidence- this is easily the best AAR that has ever graced these boards, and will probably remain as such, for years to come.
Hmmm I only just realised I have made a terrible lapse. I forgot to award you a Lord Strange Cookie of British Awesomeness, for both this AAR and Fire Warms the Northern Lands. Here it is :●
Hi, exelent AAR! Congrats.
Are you going to continue it in HOI?
Cheers
*pokes AAR alive* How about doing an HOI 3 mod instead?
Just read through this all. Great job! It might be my favorite AAR. Are there any other AARs (besides your own, I'm already checking out the Sforza one) that you would recommend?
April, 1851
The soldier who stepped from the carriage cut a remarkably handsome and well-built figure, standing tall in riding boots, a plumed hat, and an impeccably crisp blue and white officer’s uniform. This Potsdam Guards colonel was young, for an officer. At twenty, he was impossibly young for a colonel.
While an older, more grizzled officer climbed out of the carriage behind him, Friedrich Wilhelm Nikolaus Karl -- Kronprinz von Preussen -- stood transfixed on the gleaming crystal palace which towered over them. It was a looming facade of steel and glass, and it reached expansively into the distance in either direction from where they stood. This is the future, he thought -- for England as well as for Prussia, if I have anything to say about it.
Similarly dressed, in a blue uniform with considerably more medals, Feldmarschall Erich von Halberstam’s attention was momentarily drawn to the same magnificent sight that held the attention of his young companion. But Halberstam, who now had the honored assignment as the Kronprinz’s personal tutor on matters military and otherwise, gently placed his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “The Prince is waiting, Your Majesty.”
Indeed, the distinguished Prince Albert, husband to the mighty Queen Victoria, stood at rest nearby, in a resplendent red and white uniform, at the end of a red carpet amidst a flock of several of his staff. His face was stolidly stern and composed -- perhaps a bit rebuking -- but the Kronprinz thought certainly he had detected a momentary quirk of the Prince’s mouth. Mayhap he was privately amused at having been upstaged by the architecture. Or perhaps Friedrich was simply transposing what he would have expected of the Prince Albert he remembered from prior years.
Prussia’s relations, not with England, but certainly with the Prince, had turned decidedly cold since the 1847 annexation by Prussia of his home country and birthright, the Principality of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha. Surely, that was why the Kronprinz was being received here, rather than at Court.
But upon acquiring the Kronprinz’s rapt and somewhat embarrassed attention, Prince Albert smiled benevolently and addressed him in perfect German. “It is my pleasure, Crown Prince Friedrich, to welcome you to ‘The Great Exhibition of the Works of All Nations.’”
Their meeting proceeded cordially for a time as Albert led them into the vast enclosure and began to showcase its masterpieces. But soon, the atmosphere warmed, and progressed toward the happily friendly relationship they had maintained before. This was no trucial meeting of adversaries -- it was rather the congress of two kindred spirits who could not be separated by the twelve years’ difference in age, or by the sins of one's father.
The Prince, with always the keenest interest in matters of science and technology, was eager to explain to Friedrich that the enormous structure contained a million square feet of glass plate. And the exquisite samples of all the world’s latest technologies excited them both. There was a scale model of an early exploring ship, a working example of a new design of steam engine, a Jacquard loom, daguerretype photographers, and a couple of men demonstrating their artificial limbs. There was even a bizarre device called a “Tempest Prognosticator” that divined the approach of a thunderstorm by harnessing the animal reactions of jars filled with leeches. And, too, there were the sights and sounds of a world full of diversity and color.
And soon, as always happened between these two, their conversation turned to the English constitution, and to detailed questions of law and politics in what Friedrich regarded as the most advanced government of Europe.
At length, the two men found themselves isolated in a maze of mirrors built to entertain and confuse the most clever of minds. In a moment when the two paused alone, nevertheless seemingly surrounded by a legion of princes in every direction, Friedrich turned to Albert. “I wish to express my most sincere regrets for the rude way in which your family has been treated by mine.”
Prince Albert was struck dumb for a moment, and reasoned through a complicated rush of emotional reactions. Finally, he said, “Thank you. I hope you know that it is not my wish to become estranged from Prussia. And I do appreciate that my family was not completely dispossessed of their rights. It is still my hope that my country will someday be free again.” He turned to Friedrich. “When you are King, one day, I know that you will be a good King. It is my hope that you will then remember my wish, if it has not been granted beforehand.”
“Of course,” Friedrich replied, in a tone that invested his statement with the force of a noble promise. He smiled. “But first you will have to do me the favor of again calling me Fritz.” They laughed, and then they were back at trying to find their way out of their trap.
After several hours of exploration, which hadn’t yet begun to encompass the whole 13,000-booth exhibition, they retired to Albert’s palace. There, Friedrich was presented for the first time to the Empress, Queen Victoria, and they had a pleasant conversation over a 15-course meal. There, the royal son Bertie inquired with interest upon Fritz’ recent military training, and his elder sister Vicky -- very pretty, even at eleven years of age -- asked impertinantly about how much influence Premier von Kauperke had in Fritz’ father’s court.
Later in the evening, Fritz was forced to inform Albert that his visit was being unexpectedly cut short. “Feldmarschall von Halberstam received a courier tonight, with sealed orders. We are to return within three days.” He weighed how to explain. “I trust this news will not leave your immediate family, but it appears we are to have a reckoning with Denmark over Schleswig. I know this must be a sensitive issue for you. I know why we are doing this, but at the same time I wish we were not so often at war.”
Albert considered the floor, gravely. “I understand completely what is at stake in Schleswig, and I sympathize. I do not even, in principle, oppose the growing movement toward German unification, though I wish it were not at the expense of the smaller countries. You must know that the eyes of Europe are growing bitter over the methods Prussia has employed. You risk much each time you take up arms. How I wish your father would act in greater concert with England, as a friend. Our court grows wary of Prussia’s motives.”
“Of that I am completely aware,” Friedrich agreed. “But my counsel is not very welcomed at my father’s table. I am still young. And we are of different worlds.”
Fritz and Albert enjoyed hunting, riding and boating over the next couple of days, and then it was time to go.
At his departure, Kronprinz Friedrich was impressed and amused to see Princess Vicky approach him. Standing straight, and addressing him with an imperial bearing, this young noble expressed, “My mother says that England cannot take an official stand on your government’s actions.” She nodded her head firmly, as if to emphasize, but continued in a different tone, “But, she also says that the German people have every right to be free from heavy-handed Danish rule.” Another significant pause added gravity to this statement, too. “Fritz, please do me the favor of taking this with you to represent my wish for your success, and your safe return.” Young Vicky extended an elegant, lacy kerchief. The Queen and Prince stood nearby, clearly very proud of their precocious princess.
Friedrich leaned close to Vicky with a beaming smile. “Thank you for your kind gift, my princess. I will keep it with me always.” Then he exchanged a glance with Albert and the Queen, thanking them for their kindness. And he joined von Halberstam in the carriage for their important journey.