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I'm glad the Dalai Lama seems to be in charge of things, why is Reting still around anyway?
Fortunately Communist Chinese will have the pleasure to teach other Chinese the true Way of the Partisan, and eventually the virtue of real socialism.lifeless said:ha ha! woo!!! soon tibet ic (and partisan problems) will skyrocket!
Sah! Tibet shall overcome!Snake IV said:
Vices? Tibetan head of government like Reting Rimpoche ignore the meaning of the word vice.In the words of your new province, Wuhu!
Great job! Let's just hope the monks don't develop any ... vices from their new conquests and newfound power...
But the words "maids" and "uniforms", though...
I was thinking to make it an animated .gif in the dark but lacked time...rcduggan said:
I hope I'll get much more than just China !hito1 said:You're going to get China!
Historically, there was a balance of power between Reting Rimpoche and the supporters of the Dalai Lama : Reting Rimpoche was finally unseated from power, but attempted a coup d'Etat a few years later, that failed (I don't have the dates in mind right now).Duke of Wellington said:
Though this AAR tries to be clean fun, the rivalry between the two somehow shows through anyway...
Outstandingly hiliarious update as usual. Although I would not be adverse to seeing more pictures like the maids above as opposed to gestures in the dark. :rofl:
Hahaha. So, my first contribution to congrats you Reting... Euh, le Ran. I´m following the Tibetan adventure since the beginning and I must say that it makes me laugh every time more. The Short Round joke was really a good one thought. Keep going man, et Vive le Tibet Libre ! Much more than France actually.....
Chapter 28
Raiders of the Lost Tulku (part 1)
Japanese artillery in the streets of Shangai
Raiders of the Lost Tulku (part 1)
Japanese artillery in the streets of Shangai
Shangaï, March 1946
A dark, smoke-filled bar in Shangaï. On one wall hangs a toggle two-sided frame "long live Hiro-Hito" / "we love the Dalaï Lama". Customers share news from the war while anxiously peeking through the small, tinted windows. Sporadic artillery and small arms fire can be heard in the distance.
Customer #1 : My brother-in-law arrived with his fishing boat from Guanzhou yesterday… He told me that it is probably a matter a days before the Japanese garrison surrenders to Tibetan troops !
Customer #2 : My uncle lives in Hefei, he says that Tibet won a large battle there, closing yet another lock around Japanese forces ! And they will probably come here and enter Shangai within hours !
Customer #1 : I heard that the Dalai Lama in person leads their armies…
Customer #2 : That’s true, my uncle told me that too ! And he said that the Dalai lama is 3 meters tall, and he feeds on burning lava and breathes fire and sneezes lightning, and Tibetan armies are invincible as long as he leads them !
Customer #1 : Oh my Gods ! Then we are doomed ! The Tibetan are a frightfully cruel horde, who feed on young virgins and make infusions with the blood of new-born babies !
Customer #3 : Well I don’t know what kind of infusion they drink but reportedly they have yak-butter with it.
Customer #1 and #2 : Oh, quit being silly, nobody believes your ridiculous horror stories…
At a table in a remote alcove, at the far end of the room…
Guiseppe Tucci: Marion, I need your help ! But not only I need your help: the sake of the free fascist world is at stake !
Marion: And what precisely do you want, this time, my dear dottore “Marchigiana” Tucci ?
Marion.
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Guiseppe Tucci (low): The Dalai Lama seems invincible today, but long ago, before he started reincarnating, he was just a man… I must find tales from his first life to know his original weaknesses, and maybe find a way to defeat him !
(he looks cautiously around and whispers even lower)
Guiseppe Tucci: You remember the antic book that your father gave you before he disappeared in the Himalaya… It’s the “Essence of Pure Gold”, an original copy of a text written by the third Dalai Lama in the 16th century… Maybe it contains clues or hints that could save us !
Marion: I’m not into politics. What makes you think I will give you this book ?
Guiseppe Tucci (with a gigantic smile): Ma que, bellissima …
Marion (grabs him by the collar): Try another one of your latin-lover tricks on me and I will chop your head down with this little spoon. Trust me on that.
The door of the tavern suddenly swings open. Two Tibetan officers enter.
General Gyato Wangdu: Brrr, it’s really wet outside…
General Wangchuk Tarchin: Bartender ! You’ve got something that we need !
Marion (low): Blast ! They must be after you or that book ! Take it and go away through the back door, now !
Voice in the crowd: Eeek ! That’s the secret police of Tibet !
General Gyato Wangdu (jumps behind the bar): Everyone, take cover !
General Wangchuk Tarchin (kicks over a table and draws his pistol): Let them come if they dare !
Both generals stare at the front door while the rest of the crowd stare at them.
General Gyato Wangdu: All well thought, I think that they were referring to us.
General Wangchuk Tarchin: Did you know that you belonged to the secret police ?
General Gyato Wangdu: Nope. I didn’t even know that we had a secret police in Tibet.
General Wangchuk Tarchin: Well, that’s why it’s called “secret”, I suppose. Anyway. Bartender !
Marion (proudly): You come too late gentlemen ! I already gave it away ! You won’t find it here or anywhere nearby !
General Wangchuk Tarchin: That’s not possible! You lie! We will break everything in your bar and put dirty fingerprints on your dishes until you accept to cooperate!
General Gyato Wangdu (almost sobbing): How could you give away all your tea? We have been walking under the rain all day and haven’t had anything warm to drink for ages!
Marion: You wanted TEA? You ain’t going to threaten my customers, grin maniacally and awkwardly try to hit on me by exploiting your dominant position?
General Wangchuk Tarchin: Uh, thank you very much, tea will do.
They sit at a table. Other customers remain silent. Marion brings two bowls of tea.
General Gyato Wangdu: Would it be abusing to ask for some yak-butter with that?
Gasps and horrified looks in the room.
Customer #3: See! I told you!
Strange events there. Hope this doesn't give them ideas. The noose about Japan tightens.
I didn't expect the Tibetan secret police!
Dah dah dahhhh!
Nobody expects the Tibetan Secret Police! Least of all Tibetans!
Dah dah dahhhh!
Nobody expects the Tibetan Secret Police! Least of all Tibetans!
Maybe they Tibetanians should arm their rockets with some yak butter in them, that would be the pure essence of psychological warfare
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Thanks for the nice comments ! I felt like writing some adventure stories, and since I'm in another "Indiana Jones" period, I thought I might as well not try to resist the temptation and go for it.. Stay tuned for more action-packed updates soon
The stack in Indochina is a stack of the divisions that the Free French finally sent me as expeditionnary corps. It will take monthes before they arrive on the front line, but the are immensely welcome nevertheless...
The stack in Indochina is a stack of the divisions that the Free French finally sent me as expeditionnary corps. It will take monthes before they arrive on the front line, but the are immensely welcome nevertheless...
mmmmmmmmmmmm... nothing like tea, yak butter, young virgins and th eblood of newborn babies...
Chapter 29
Raiders of the Lost Tulku (part 2)
Raiders of the Lost Tulku (part 2)
Inner Mongolia, September 1946
Two little human beings around a campfire at the bottom of a deep valley, deep down into the vast wilderness of inner Mongolia.
Giuseppe Tucci stands up, gulps his coffee and throws dirt on the fire.
Giuseppe Tucci: All right Short Round! Today is the day we have been waiting for. In front of us, that cave, and inside that cave... the Skull of Destiny, that may change the face of the world!
Short Round: Remind me what was written on that book?
Giuseppe Tucci (reads): “The godly soma, both poison and elixir of life, leads the wise towards the path of enlightment, and misleads the fool deaper into turmoil and despair. Brewed inside the skull of a demon, the beverage of the gods is the elixir of immortality, but to a human being, it’s the gate toward madness, death and eternal suffering”.
Short Round: I just wanted to remember precisely why that was cool.
Both enter cautiously into the old, half collapsed gallery in the flank of the hill.
Giuseppe Tucci: Stop here Short Round ! That gallery is probably trapped. Fortunately, I discovered yesterday the key to our salvation. Look: hastily written in the margins of this venerable book: “How to pass the 3 trials”!
Short Round: Oh boy, that’s exciting! What does it read?
Giuseppe Tucci: Hm, the calligraphy is hard to decipher and I didn’t have time to read it in detail yesterday. It was probably written long ago, maybe by the fifth Dalai Lama after he had a vision... Let’s see...
Giuseppe Tucci: I don’t know what kind of trap this will disarm, but let’s take no risk with ancient demons... Moreover, this is an easy one. “Discipline! Serenity! Wisdom! Knowledge! Perception of vacuity! Experience! Creativity! Enthousiasm! Uh... Perseverance! Patience!”
Nothing happens.
Giuseppe Tucci: Good. Let’s see the second one.
One hour of frantic gesturing later...
Giuseppe Tucci: *huff* *huff* Those trials are hardly fit to stop an Italian explorer!... Now, the last one.
Silence.
Giuseppe Tucci: Short Round... When did you steal the book from me to write that?
Short Round: Bwahahaha! It’s written in the book! Dottore Tucci is an idiot! Hahaha!
Short scene of unbearable violence, censored because this is a family AAR.
A few moments later, both men walk forward into the gallery.
Short Round (low): Westerners always do oppress us...
They arrive into a small room, with a simple stone altar against the back wall. Atop the altar stands a weird metallic skull.
Giuseppe Tucci: The Skull of Destiny! It was not a legend! And now it is mine!
Voice behind: It WAS yours. Hahahaha!
Giuseppe Tucci turns around, and sees five soldiers in Soviet uniforms and one man with a civilian outfit step out of the gallery.
Giuseppe Tucci: George de Roerich!
Short Round: Beware strangers! Don’t come in without fullfilling at least the third trial!
The Skull of Destiny is momentarily changed into a blunt object: BUNK.
Short Round (low, rubs his head): Racist...
Giuseppe Tucci (resumes his attitude): George de Roerich!
George de Roerich blinks.
George de Roerich: Uh... Yes, it’s me! Ha ha!
Giuseppe Tucci: But I thought you were...
George de Roerich: Dead? Ah! You’re still the same naive, low class archeologist, Giuseppe. Oh, by the way, thank you for having retrieved the Skull for me.
Giuseppe Tucci: Don’t do that! I need this skull for a good cause.
George de Roerich: Too late, Giuseppe! Now it belongs to... a MUSEUM!
The soldiers aim theirs weapons at doctor Tucci. He has no choice but to let go.
Giuseppe Tucci: George, for the last time, and in the name of all that is holy, I ask you to reconsider! You have no idea of the terrific powers you are going not to unleash!
George de Roerich: Tovaritch Kapitan, ready the trucks, we are leaving! So long Giuseppe, it was a pleasure doing business with you.
He walks a few steps away.
George de Roerich: By the way, I hope you don’t mind if I don’t quote your name in my next archeological paper, do you?
Giuseppe Tucci: Nooooooooo!
The Soviets walk away from the sanctuary. Doctor Tucci remains prostrated on the stone floor. Short Round tries in vain to bring him back on his feet.
Minutes pass.
George de Roerich (comes back): Hey, losers. Take back your stupid skull. I just realized that I already have the same one in my collection, I bought it last month at a flea market in Kazan. (He drops the skull). So, here I go. See you later Giuseppe.
Giuseppe Tucci: Wow, that was easy. I’m not even sure whether I can count this trip as an adventure or not.
George de Roerich (looks back): One last thing. Take that, too.
He throws a book of matches to Tucci.
George de Roerich: I told the villagers that you were the one who burnt their barn – too bad you don’t speak Mongolian. Well. Got to go. Keep in touch.
Giuseppe Tucci stares at the matches.
Giuseppe Tucci: Woohoo, Short Round! Run for it! Some action at last!
Two weeks later...
Short Round: Pursuits with yaks are incredibly boring.
Giuseppe Tucci: At least they didn’t take their horses. Are they still behind us?
Short Round: It’s your turn to look back. I did it yesterday.
Giuseppe Tucci: And now, let’s go and visit the only man on Earth who can find the missing piece of the puzzle!
To be continued...
Great Chapter, and it looks like the war is going well. Now you must attack the Soviets and avenge the poor archaeologists for their Yak-chase.