This is my first attempt at writing an AAR and my first attempt at playing Liberia. We'll see which turns out to be harder 
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“Ungh…”
Groggily, a man awoke, lying in bed in a large, high-ceilinged room. His first thought was that he had a terrible pain in the back of his head. His second thought was that he had absolutely no idea who he was.
“Good, you’re awake.” A smiling man dressed in servant’s clothes walked toward the bed carrying a pitcher of water. “The doctors were quite worried about you.”
“Wha…What happened?”
“You slipped in your bath and hit your head, Mr. President. You’ve been unconscious for the past few hours. “
He rubbed his head as he looked around the room. “Where am I? Who are you? And for that matter, who am I?
The servant smiled uneasily. “My name is Joseph, sir. You’re in your bedroom of course, Mr. President.”
“I can’t seem to remember a thing…and why do you keep calling me Mr. President?”
Joseph looked confused. “Why, you are the president, sir.
“Me? The president? “ He caught a glimpse of a flag hanging from the far wall of the room. Red white and blue…that looked familiar…
“Are we…is this…am I the president of the United States!? Oh man, this is incredible! Me, the leader of a powerful nation like the US!”
“Ah, no, sir, this is not the United States,” said Joseph, handing the man a glass of water.
“Then this…this must be the United Kingdom, isn’t it? In that case, you should be calling me Prime Minister, but I’ll let it slide. Sure seems pretty hot in here for Britain.”
Joseph looked worried. “That’s because it’s not Britain, sir. We’re in Africa.”
“Africa? But…that means…oh no. God no. This can’t be happening. Am I the president of…”
The man stood up with a panicked look on his face.
“Please, PLEASE tell me that this isn’t South Africa!”
The servant seemed to cheer up. “Actually sir, you’ll be glad to hear that it isn’t!”
The man sat back onto the bed and let out a sigh. “Oh thank god. I almost had a heart attack. Imagine, being responsible for a nation like South Africa- impoverished, small, barely any industry to speak of, surrounded on all sides by major powers…you really had me worried there for a minute. So, just who the hell am I?”
The servant smiled. "Why, you’re Edwin Barclay, sir. And you’re the President of Liberia."
The man screamed for 12 minutes and passed out.
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Liberia: An Empire Under the Shade
HoI3 1.1c
Liberia
1936
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The next morning, Edwin summoned Joseph back into his room.
“Feeling better, Mr. President?”
“Well, I still don’t remember a thing about who I am, but if I’m really the leader of Liberia I might as well make the most of it.”
“That’s good to hear, Mr. President.”
“Yes, Joseph. I’ve had some time to think, and I have big plans for this country.”
“Big plans, sir?”
“I believe that the bump on the head that gave me amnesia has also given me an insight into the future, and I have had a vision of things to come. War is coming. It cannot be stopped. Though the world may not know this yet, I know it, Hitler knows it, and these AAR readers know it.”
The servant looked confused. “AAR readers, sir?”
“This is Liberia, Joseph. We can’t afford a fourth wall.”
“Oh.”
“And when this war does come, Liberia will be a part of it. Now, there are two things I need you to do.”
“Sir?”
“First, none of this “Edwin” stuff. From now on, my name is Ed. Second, I want you to alert the citizens. I will be making a very important speech in a few hours.”
“But sir, I'm just a servant. I work in the kitchens.”
“Not any more. I’m appointing you Minister of Helping out the Amnesiac President with Assorted Stuff. No pay raise,” he added.
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A huge crowd had gathered to hear the president’s speech. Something seemed very different about him.
For more than an hour he spoke of his grand plans for the tiny nation of Liberia. He warned the crowd that a great war was on the way, and that Liberia could not afford to stand on the sidelines. He told them that they must take this chance to expand and empower Liberia. Finally, his voice filled with passion and resolve, he told the crowd;
“No longer will we remain a tiny, poverty stricken nation! We will rise up and show the world the true might of Liberia! We will forge a new era for this county and its people, and create a powerful empire under our flag!"
He threw his hands to the sky and yelled, “Liberia: An Empire Under the Sun!"
The crowd stared at him silently.
Joseph leaned toward Ed and whispered into his ear. “Excuse me, sir, but this is equatorial Africa. I think these people have had quite enough sun."
Ed looked down at his sweat drenched clothes, and looked up at the bright, noonday sun, its sweltering heat beating down on the crowd.
“Er…make that…Liberia: An Empire Under the Shade!”
The crowd erupted into cheers.
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“Ungh…”
Groggily, a man awoke, lying in bed in a large, high-ceilinged room. His first thought was that he had a terrible pain in the back of his head. His second thought was that he had absolutely no idea who he was.
“Good, you’re awake.” A smiling man dressed in servant’s clothes walked toward the bed carrying a pitcher of water. “The doctors were quite worried about you.”
“Wha…What happened?”
“You slipped in your bath and hit your head, Mr. President. You’ve been unconscious for the past few hours. “
He rubbed his head as he looked around the room. “Where am I? Who are you? And for that matter, who am I?
The servant smiled uneasily. “My name is Joseph, sir. You’re in your bedroom of course, Mr. President.”
“I can’t seem to remember a thing…and why do you keep calling me Mr. President?”
Joseph looked confused. “Why, you are the president, sir.
“Me? The president? “ He caught a glimpse of a flag hanging from the far wall of the room. Red white and blue…that looked familiar…
“Are we…is this…am I the president of the United States!? Oh man, this is incredible! Me, the leader of a powerful nation like the US!”
“Ah, no, sir, this is not the United States,” said Joseph, handing the man a glass of water.
“Then this…this must be the United Kingdom, isn’t it? In that case, you should be calling me Prime Minister, but I’ll let it slide. Sure seems pretty hot in here for Britain.”
Joseph looked worried. “That’s because it’s not Britain, sir. We’re in Africa.”
“Africa? But…that means…oh no. God no. This can’t be happening. Am I the president of…”
The man stood up with a panicked look on his face.
“Please, PLEASE tell me that this isn’t South Africa!”
The servant seemed to cheer up. “Actually sir, you’ll be glad to hear that it isn’t!”
The man sat back onto the bed and let out a sigh. “Oh thank god. I almost had a heart attack. Imagine, being responsible for a nation like South Africa- impoverished, small, barely any industry to speak of, surrounded on all sides by major powers…you really had me worried there for a minute. So, just who the hell am I?”
The servant smiled. "Why, you’re Edwin Barclay, sir. And you’re the President of Liberia."
The man screamed for 12 minutes and passed out.
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Liberia: An Empire Under the Shade
HoI3 1.1c
Liberia
1936
__________________________________________________
The next morning, Edwin summoned Joseph back into his room.
“Feeling better, Mr. President?”
“Well, I still don’t remember a thing about who I am, but if I’m really the leader of Liberia I might as well make the most of it.”
“That’s good to hear, Mr. President.”
“Yes, Joseph. I’ve had some time to think, and I have big plans for this country.”
“Big plans, sir?”
“I believe that the bump on the head that gave me amnesia has also given me an insight into the future, and I have had a vision of things to come. War is coming. It cannot be stopped. Though the world may not know this yet, I know it, Hitler knows it, and these AAR readers know it.”
The servant looked confused. “AAR readers, sir?”
“This is Liberia, Joseph. We can’t afford a fourth wall.”
“Oh.”
“And when this war does come, Liberia will be a part of it. Now, there are two things I need you to do.”
“Sir?”
“First, none of this “Edwin” stuff. From now on, my name is Ed. Second, I want you to alert the citizens. I will be making a very important speech in a few hours.”
“But sir, I'm just a servant. I work in the kitchens.”
“Not any more. I’m appointing you Minister of Helping out the Amnesiac President with Assorted Stuff. No pay raise,” he added.
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A huge crowd had gathered to hear the president’s speech. Something seemed very different about him.
For more than an hour he spoke of his grand plans for the tiny nation of Liberia. He warned the crowd that a great war was on the way, and that Liberia could not afford to stand on the sidelines. He told them that they must take this chance to expand and empower Liberia. Finally, his voice filled with passion and resolve, he told the crowd;
“No longer will we remain a tiny, poverty stricken nation! We will rise up and show the world the true might of Liberia! We will forge a new era for this county and its people, and create a powerful empire under our flag!"
He threw his hands to the sky and yelled, “Liberia: An Empire Under the Sun!"
The crowd stared at him silently.
Joseph leaned toward Ed and whispered into his ear. “Excuse me, sir, but this is equatorial Africa. I think these people have had quite enough sun."
Ed looked down at his sweat drenched clothes, and looked up at the bright, noonday sun, its sweltering heat beating down on the crowd.
“Er…make that…Liberia: An Empire Under the Shade!”
The crowd erupted into cheers.
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