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Mettermrck:Yeah, he walks the path of daggers. Here's another one for ya'!
cthulhu: Thanks! I hope I'm doing Duhrn justice. Just yell if you think he's straying out of charachter.
Zuckergußgebäck: I'm pretty sure they're referring to the Antarctic city. R'lyeh is a city of the GREAT Old Ones, while this one was built by the plain Old Ones. The Mythos can be confusing in its nomenclature...
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Secret Stronghold of Fu Manchu
Somewhere in China
March 14th, 1939
The Stronghold
Fu Manchu stood in his hall-like private chambers, as usual clad in gold-yellow silk robes with the Imperial Dragon rampaging on the chest. His right hand rested on the Black Orb of the Old Ones, which in turn had been placed in a crystal tripod, in shape reminiscent of the ones used in chemical laboratories. Under his mighty forehead, closed eyelids fluttered as if in deep dream. Fu Manchu was trying to attune his mind with the pre-human artefact. The only light in the room came from bronze chandeliers spread out along the walls, safely separated from the tattered and decaying war banners that covered them. Each one of them was precious to Fu, a memory of the warlike days of his long gone youth, and the servants knew this. Should they accidentally set fire to one, death was the best they could hope for. Fu Manchu was not known for forgiveness.
There was a discreet knock on the door. Slowly opening his eyes, Fu controlled his exasperation. Only one person would have dared disturb him in his private chambers, barring the most extreme emergency.
‘Enter, favoured daughter, and close the door behind you. I am busy.’
Fah Lo Suee entered on soft feet, carefully closing the oak door behind her. Her red silk sandals, matching the red and gold of her Chinese-style gown, made almost no sound on the stone floor. Fu considered how different his daughter would have been had her feet been tied as was the Chinese custom. Instead of the graceful balance of a ballerina, or perhaps more appropriate, a martial arts master, she would have strutted around barely able to walk. Indeed, the Manchu had been adamant in their opposition to the barbaric custom – and yet it had continued throughout their reign. The Chinese would perhaps always consider their women as mere decorations. Not so the Manchu. As a father, Fu Manchu was enormously proud of his daughter’s abilities and character – she was in every way the most worthy of his descendants. Brave, cool-headed, ruthless and with an intellect second only to his own – but he had had centuries to hone his mind while she was barely into her forties. Yes, she was in every way more than he had been at her age.
As Lord of the Si-Fan, however, Fu was ever wary of his daughter whom he knew to be his only credible rival within the Council of Seven. That, coupled with her betrayal when she cast her lot with his arch-enemy Denis Nayland Smith nearly two decades ago made him distrustful of her. He had put it down to youthful exuberance and forgiven her (after horrible punishment), but never, never forgot. In truth, he didn’t regret the lack of trust. Had he been able to trust his daughter, she would have been less than she was now - beautiful as a lotus, false as a snake and utterly formidable.
Fah Lo Suee studied her father a few seconds. ‘Ah, the Orb. I must admit I am curious about why you wanted it so badly. Otto went through Hell to get it for you.’
‘Otto, is it?’ Fu Manchu turned his head slightly, arching en eyebrow. ‘I hope you’re not forming another of your inopportune emotional attachments, favoured daughter? I swear, this weakness you have for western males is a chink in your armour, and one that is easily discerned at that. You should be more careful.’
‘Oh, don’t worry about that, Father. I just find them so deliciously big and hairy, not like the little runts we have around here. But it’s just sex. Otto is nothing more than a tool.’
‘Don’t underestimate that pet barbarian of yours. The way he handled Nayland Smith in Berlin was devious, as well as entertaining. I had a good laugh when I read your report – that doesn’t happen often as you know.’
‘Otto isn’t dumb, I know that. But I have him completely under my power.’
‘So you claim. But you have done a shoddy job with his mind. He’s full of divided loyalties. He cares far too much about the Reich and that Führer of his, when he should care only about pleasing you – like Morrell.’
Fah Lo Suee made a face of disgust. ‘Don’t remind me of that revolting little worm. I feel a need to bathe every time I think of him. Morrell might be loyal to a fault, but he’s also a wreck. He does nothing but sigh for me and is letting himself go completely, hardly any initiative left in him. Could he have dealt with the British spies, do you think? Otto’s loyalties may be divided, but he can still think straight and act like a man. He is my masterpiece, not Morrell.’
‘Well, wait until you see mine.’ Fu Manchu answered smugly. ‘I think even you will be astounded by what I have done with our poor Imperial cousin, Pu Yi. But enough of that, the Austrian is your responsibility, and yours alone.’
‘Yes father. Now, would you mind enlightening me about the Orb, please?’
‘Certainly, favoured daughter. The Orb was built by a race we know as the Old Ones which arrived on Earth many hundred million years ago, from outer space, to rebuild their civilization here.’
Fah Lo Suee’s green feline eyes widened noticeably. ‘Lord Buddha! Space farers? They came in space ships, like in American pulp stories?’
‘Actually, they flew with great wings through interstellar space. I’m not sure how that worked, since wings shouldn’t be able to propel anything in absolute vacuum – but worked it did, and a fantastic speed. Since those wings were later lost, I’d guess they were a physical manifestation of some mental power of transportation that the Old Ones eventually forgot. But that is beside the point.’
‘The point being?’
‘That regardless of how they travelled, the Old Ones needed to navigate their way through Cosmos – their senses were not that different from ours, and were dwarfed, as ours are, by the enormity of the Universe. The Orb was a navigation device that allowed them to see their path through the galaxies and planetary systems. With it, their navigators could expand their perception billion fold, or more. Look.’
Fu again closed his eyes and tried to attune his thoughts with the harmony of the Orb. It wasn’t easy, since the artefact had been made to interface with a mind lodged in a five-pointed head, but he knew in principle, thanks to his vast lore on arcane things, how to go about it. After about a minute, he succeeded. The light from the chandeliers dimmed noticeably, even though the flames were not extinguished. Fah Lo Suee drew a gasping breath.
Bright shafts of multi-coloured light emerged from the inscribed surface of the Orb, which had suddenly turned translucent. The lights soon dimmed, revealing a myriad scintillating dots floating around in the room. Stars, planets, nebulas, comets… the Universe in all its glory shone in Fu Manchu’s bedchamber. To Fah Lo Suee, it was simply breathtakingly beautiful. To Fu Manchu, it was next to maddening.
The Orb told him the tiniest details of the smallest pebble orbiting the sun, out to a distance far beyond the orbit of Yuggoth, or Pluto, as Tombaugh had chosen to call the planet after “discovering” it nine years previously. Those wise in the ancient ways had of course always known it was there. It took all his discipline of mind to push back the vast majority of this deluge of information from his awareness, to be able to pick out an object here and there – the menacing red Mars, the lumbering Jupiter, and majestic Saturn. He saw their course, felt their pull. The blistering rays of Sol, monarch of the court of planets scorched his skin. Had he had wings like the Old Ones, he could have plotted a safe route through the heavens past them. He sighed – how cruel to belong to this pathetic wingless race on this insignificant speck of a planet, and be shown the vastness and majesty of the Cosmos. As a lone tear trickled down Fu Manchu’s cheek, his vision began to blur.
‘Father!’ Fah Lo Suee supported her faltering sire by the arm as the projection ended as abruptly as it had begun.
‘Than-thank you, favoured daughter!’ Fu Manchu’s voice was raw, and tired too. ‘That… that was something worth seeing.’
‘It was beautiful, father! I have never seen anything like it!’ For a second, just a brief instant, Fah was a little girl again, marvelling at the wonders her father was showing her, trusting, happy, care free. It lasted only long enough to remind Fu Manchu of what he could have had. Fah Lo Suee withdrew her supporting arms.
‘So… what is it good for?’ Once more the schemer, the rising star in the council of Seven.
Fu Manchu composed himself. He had to be careful not to reveal too much, even to her. Especially not to her. ‘Hopefully, nothing. But if necessary, it will provide me with such a weapon as the world has never seen. With this, my ultimate victory is assured.’
Somewhere in China
March 14th, 1939
The Stronghold
Fu Manchu stood in his hall-like private chambers, as usual clad in gold-yellow silk robes with the Imperial Dragon rampaging on the chest. His right hand rested on the Black Orb of the Old Ones, which in turn had been placed in a crystal tripod, in shape reminiscent of the ones used in chemical laboratories. Under his mighty forehead, closed eyelids fluttered as if in deep dream. Fu Manchu was trying to attune his mind with the pre-human artefact. The only light in the room came from bronze chandeliers spread out along the walls, safely separated from the tattered and decaying war banners that covered them. Each one of them was precious to Fu, a memory of the warlike days of his long gone youth, and the servants knew this. Should they accidentally set fire to one, death was the best they could hope for. Fu Manchu was not known for forgiveness.
There was a discreet knock on the door. Slowly opening his eyes, Fu controlled his exasperation. Only one person would have dared disturb him in his private chambers, barring the most extreme emergency.
‘Enter, favoured daughter, and close the door behind you. I am busy.’
Fah Lo Suee entered on soft feet, carefully closing the oak door behind her. Her red silk sandals, matching the red and gold of her Chinese-style gown, made almost no sound on the stone floor. Fu considered how different his daughter would have been had her feet been tied as was the Chinese custom. Instead of the graceful balance of a ballerina, or perhaps more appropriate, a martial arts master, she would have strutted around barely able to walk. Indeed, the Manchu had been adamant in their opposition to the barbaric custom – and yet it had continued throughout their reign. The Chinese would perhaps always consider their women as mere decorations. Not so the Manchu. As a father, Fu Manchu was enormously proud of his daughter’s abilities and character – she was in every way the most worthy of his descendants. Brave, cool-headed, ruthless and with an intellect second only to his own – but he had had centuries to hone his mind while she was barely into her forties. Yes, she was in every way more than he had been at her age.
As Lord of the Si-Fan, however, Fu was ever wary of his daughter whom he knew to be his only credible rival within the Council of Seven. That, coupled with her betrayal when she cast her lot with his arch-enemy Denis Nayland Smith nearly two decades ago made him distrustful of her. He had put it down to youthful exuberance and forgiven her (after horrible punishment), but never, never forgot. In truth, he didn’t regret the lack of trust. Had he been able to trust his daughter, she would have been less than she was now - beautiful as a lotus, false as a snake and utterly formidable.
Fah Lo Suee studied her father a few seconds. ‘Ah, the Orb. I must admit I am curious about why you wanted it so badly. Otto went through Hell to get it for you.’
‘Otto, is it?’ Fu Manchu turned his head slightly, arching en eyebrow. ‘I hope you’re not forming another of your inopportune emotional attachments, favoured daughter? I swear, this weakness you have for western males is a chink in your armour, and one that is easily discerned at that. You should be more careful.’
‘Oh, don’t worry about that, Father. I just find them so deliciously big and hairy, not like the little runts we have around here. But it’s just sex. Otto is nothing more than a tool.’
‘Don’t underestimate that pet barbarian of yours. The way he handled Nayland Smith in Berlin was devious, as well as entertaining. I had a good laugh when I read your report – that doesn’t happen often as you know.’
‘Otto isn’t dumb, I know that. But I have him completely under my power.’
‘So you claim. But you have done a shoddy job with his mind. He’s full of divided loyalties. He cares far too much about the Reich and that Führer of his, when he should care only about pleasing you – like Morrell.’
Fah Lo Suee made a face of disgust. ‘Don’t remind me of that revolting little worm. I feel a need to bathe every time I think of him. Morrell might be loyal to a fault, but he’s also a wreck. He does nothing but sigh for me and is letting himself go completely, hardly any initiative left in him. Could he have dealt with the British spies, do you think? Otto’s loyalties may be divided, but he can still think straight and act like a man. He is my masterpiece, not Morrell.’
‘Well, wait until you see mine.’ Fu Manchu answered smugly. ‘I think even you will be astounded by what I have done with our poor Imperial cousin, Pu Yi. But enough of that, the Austrian is your responsibility, and yours alone.’
‘Yes father. Now, would you mind enlightening me about the Orb, please?’
‘Certainly, favoured daughter. The Orb was built by a race we know as the Old Ones which arrived on Earth many hundred million years ago, from outer space, to rebuild their civilization here.’
Fah Lo Suee’s green feline eyes widened noticeably. ‘Lord Buddha! Space farers? They came in space ships, like in American pulp stories?’
‘Actually, they flew with great wings through interstellar space. I’m not sure how that worked, since wings shouldn’t be able to propel anything in absolute vacuum – but worked it did, and a fantastic speed. Since those wings were later lost, I’d guess they were a physical manifestation of some mental power of transportation that the Old Ones eventually forgot. But that is beside the point.’
‘The point being?’
‘That regardless of how they travelled, the Old Ones needed to navigate their way through Cosmos – their senses were not that different from ours, and were dwarfed, as ours are, by the enormity of the Universe. The Orb was a navigation device that allowed them to see their path through the galaxies and planetary systems. With it, their navigators could expand their perception billion fold, or more. Look.’
Fu again closed his eyes and tried to attune his thoughts with the harmony of the Orb. It wasn’t easy, since the artefact had been made to interface with a mind lodged in a five-pointed head, but he knew in principle, thanks to his vast lore on arcane things, how to go about it. After about a minute, he succeeded. The light from the chandeliers dimmed noticeably, even though the flames were not extinguished. Fah Lo Suee drew a gasping breath.
Bright shafts of multi-coloured light emerged from the inscribed surface of the Orb, which had suddenly turned translucent. The lights soon dimmed, revealing a myriad scintillating dots floating around in the room. Stars, planets, nebulas, comets… the Universe in all its glory shone in Fu Manchu’s bedchamber. To Fah Lo Suee, it was simply breathtakingly beautiful. To Fu Manchu, it was next to maddening.
The Orb told him the tiniest details of the smallest pebble orbiting the sun, out to a distance far beyond the orbit of Yuggoth, or Pluto, as Tombaugh had chosen to call the planet after “discovering” it nine years previously. Those wise in the ancient ways had of course always known it was there. It took all his discipline of mind to push back the vast majority of this deluge of information from his awareness, to be able to pick out an object here and there – the menacing red Mars, the lumbering Jupiter, and majestic Saturn. He saw their course, felt their pull. The blistering rays of Sol, monarch of the court of planets scorched his skin. Had he had wings like the Old Ones, he could have plotted a safe route through the heavens past them. He sighed – how cruel to belong to this pathetic wingless race on this insignificant speck of a planet, and be shown the vastness and majesty of the Cosmos. As a lone tear trickled down Fu Manchu’s cheek, his vision began to blur.
‘Father!’ Fah Lo Suee supported her faltering sire by the arm as the projection ended as abruptly as it had begun.
‘Than-thank you, favoured daughter!’ Fu Manchu’s voice was raw, and tired too. ‘That… that was something worth seeing.’
‘It was beautiful, father! I have never seen anything like it!’ For a second, just a brief instant, Fah was a little girl again, marvelling at the wonders her father was showing her, trusting, happy, care free. It lasted only long enough to remind Fu Manchu of what he could have had. Fah Lo Suee withdrew her supporting arms.
‘So… what is it good for?’ Once more the schemer, the rising star in the council of Seven.
Fu Manchu composed himself. He had to be careful not to reveal too much, even to her. Especially not to her. ‘Hopefully, nothing. But if necessary, it will provide me with such a weapon as the world has never seen. With this, my ultimate victory is assured.’
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And soon, we´ll discover exactly who T.E Lawrence dedicated 'The seven pillars of wisdom' to...
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Continued
Fah Lo Suee had left him to return to her ongoing effort to destabilize the USSR and destroy its officers corps. She had so far been tremendously successful: Stalin had wrought carnage on his commanders. There had been more executions of Marshals of the Soviet Union than there had been Marshals to begin with. All armies and many of their divisions now had replacement commanders and many had a replacement for a replacement. The Red Army wasn’t going to be a threat to any country of importance in the coming year or so.
But that was just the groundwork. Before victory there was much fighting left to do, and Fu Manchu had therefore summoned his Warlord, the wretched Generalissimo Chiang Kai-Chek, to motivate him.
Chiang was waiting for him in the audience chamber, clad in full Field Marshal’s dress uniform and looking as if about to faint. Fu gave his minion an amicable nod.
‘Master.’ The Generalissimo bowed deeply from the waist.
‘Walk with me while we talk, Chiang. I want to show you something.’
Fu led the way through corridors and down steep winding stairs towards the bowels of the stronghold, all the way talking in a soft, reasonable tone, as if correcting a child.
‘Chiang, as you might remember, when we began our spring offensive last year, there was a crisis brewing in Europe – Germany annexed Austria, and then threatened to engulf Czechoslovakia. The continent came to the very brink of war.’
‘Yes Master, I remember.’
‘I caused that crisis, pulling the strings of my puppet Führer – and when you failed to win our great victory, I averted the crisis by the same means. We want the European nations to be busy with their own war while we win ours, lest they intervene to deny us our prey in the name of preserving the “balance of power” – the western euphemism for denying China her rightful ascendancy.’
‘Yes Master, you’ve told me as much before. And I am sorry we could not win a more definitive victory, but the Japanese were simply too strong.’
‘Yes, you’re probably right my friend. Well, anyway, our forces have grown during the winter – we are now stronger than ever and I fully expect you to win through to ultimate victory before next winter sets in.’
Chiang swallowed, going pale. ‘Yes Master, I will do my utmost.’
They had reached a dark corridor of damp, mouldy stone. Rusted iron doors lined both walls. Fu stopped, turning to face Chiang who cringed under the horrible stare of those devil eyes.
‘I sincerely hope so. Because tomorrow, another crisis will begin in Europe. German troops will march into Czechoslovakia, destroying it utterly. If a war doesn’t erupt at once, it will very soon. I fear France and Britain have been pushed beyond the point were they can be intimidated any more. So what I’m saying, my dear Generalissimo is that this is your last chance. A European war will most likely break out this summer or autumn at the latest. If you haven’t won our final victory by then…’
With a dramatic gesture, Fu pushed open the closest door, revealing a small chamber. Two Dacoits stood next to a table where a Japanese POW was held by chains. Next to it, on a small wheeled table was arranged a strange apparatus, consisting of several boxes with small lights on them and a great glass cylinder stuffed with something that looked like pinkish gel, all interconnected by wires. Two thick cables ended in electrodes. The prisoner gave them both a look full of hatred, and spat.
‘This man is a brave Japanese Officer, a warrior of the Samurai caste. He will not break easily, I fear. Observe.’
Fu stepped forward and delivered a stinging, open-handed blow to the prisoners face. The man’s head lurched sideways, but he just laughed disdainfully. It was nothing to him.
Chiang nodded. He would have been surprised if such a small thing had caused any great distress to someone of a people known for cutting out their own entrails to atone for shame.
‘Now,’ Fu continued, ‘let me connect him to this machine of my invention…’ While the Dacoits held the POWs head in place, lest he bit their master, Fu Manchu carefully attached the electrodes to the back of the skull of his victim. When he was done, he turned once more to Chiang.
‘Now notice the difference.’ Using two fingers, Fu very slightly pinched the skin on one of the POWs arms, not strongly enough to even leave a mark, much less draw blood.
The man on the table screamed as if being roasted alive, his whole body tensing into an arch. The shriek just went on and on, until the poor wretch ran out of air, after which he drew one ragged breath and continued his screaming with the desperation of one burning in the deepest pit of Hell.
Chiang, pale as a sheet, crumbled to the floor, retching.
Fu disconnected the electrode and the Japanese collapsed, weeping uncontrollably.
‘I’m very proud of this achievement. I call it a pain amplifier, and not only does it increase the perception of pain to unbelievable levels, it also prevents the subject from passing out from the torture, which can be applied so sparingly as to cause no real damage whatsoever. I would be surprised if a healthy man could not spend the balance of his natural life connected to this machine. And if you have not won victory come winter, Chiang, WE SHALL FIND OUT!’
Chiang Kai-Chek crawled on his hands and knees to his masters feet, begging him for mercy.
Fah Lo Suee had left him to return to her ongoing effort to destabilize the USSR and destroy its officers corps. She had so far been tremendously successful: Stalin had wrought carnage on his commanders. There had been more executions of Marshals of the Soviet Union than there had been Marshals to begin with. All armies and many of their divisions now had replacement commanders and many had a replacement for a replacement. The Red Army wasn’t going to be a threat to any country of importance in the coming year or so.
But that was just the groundwork. Before victory there was much fighting left to do, and Fu Manchu had therefore summoned his Warlord, the wretched Generalissimo Chiang Kai-Chek, to motivate him.
Chiang was waiting for him in the audience chamber, clad in full Field Marshal’s dress uniform and looking as if about to faint. Fu gave his minion an amicable nod.
‘Master.’ The Generalissimo bowed deeply from the waist.
‘Walk with me while we talk, Chiang. I want to show you something.’
Fu led the way through corridors and down steep winding stairs towards the bowels of the stronghold, all the way talking in a soft, reasonable tone, as if correcting a child.
‘Chiang, as you might remember, when we began our spring offensive last year, there was a crisis brewing in Europe – Germany annexed Austria, and then threatened to engulf Czechoslovakia. The continent came to the very brink of war.’
‘Yes Master, I remember.’
‘I caused that crisis, pulling the strings of my puppet Führer – and when you failed to win our great victory, I averted the crisis by the same means. We want the European nations to be busy with their own war while we win ours, lest they intervene to deny us our prey in the name of preserving the “balance of power” – the western euphemism for denying China her rightful ascendancy.’
‘Yes Master, you’ve told me as much before. And I am sorry we could not win a more definitive victory, but the Japanese were simply too strong.’
‘Yes, you’re probably right my friend. Well, anyway, our forces have grown during the winter – we are now stronger than ever and I fully expect you to win through to ultimate victory before next winter sets in.’
Chiang swallowed, going pale. ‘Yes Master, I will do my utmost.’
They had reached a dark corridor of damp, mouldy stone. Rusted iron doors lined both walls. Fu stopped, turning to face Chiang who cringed under the horrible stare of those devil eyes.
‘I sincerely hope so. Because tomorrow, another crisis will begin in Europe. German troops will march into Czechoslovakia, destroying it utterly. If a war doesn’t erupt at once, it will very soon. I fear France and Britain have been pushed beyond the point were they can be intimidated any more. So what I’m saying, my dear Generalissimo is that this is your last chance. A European war will most likely break out this summer or autumn at the latest. If you haven’t won our final victory by then…’
With a dramatic gesture, Fu pushed open the closest door, revealing a small chamber. Two Dacoits stood next to a table where a Japanese POW was held by chains. Next to it, on a small wheeled table was arranged a strange apparatus, consisting of several boxes with small lights on them and a great glass cylinder stuffed with something that looked like pinkish gel, all interconnected by wires. Two thick cables ended in electrodes. The prisoner gave them both a look full of hatred, and spat.
‘This man is a brave Japanese Officer, a warrior of the Samurai caste. He will not break easily, I fear. Observe.’
Fu stepped forward and delivered a stinging, open-handed blow to the prisoners face. The man’s head lurched sideways, but he just laughed disdainfully. It was nothing to him.
Chiang nodded. He would have been surprised if such a small thing had caused any great distress to someone of a people known for cutting out their own entrails to atone for shame.
‘Now,’ Fu continued, ‘let me connect him to this machine of my invention…’ While the Dacoits held the POWs head in place, lest he bit their master, Fu Manchu carefully attached the electrodes to the back of the skull of his victim. When he was done, he turned once more to Chiang.
‘Now notice the difference.’ Using two fingers, Fu very slightly pinched the skin on one of the POWs arms, not strongly enough to even leave a mark, much less draw blood.
The man on the table screamed as if being roasted alive, his whole body tensing into an arch. The shriek just went on and on, until the poor wretch ran out of air, after which he drew one ragged breath and continued his screaming with the desperation of one burning in the deepest pit of Hell.
Chiang, pale as a sheet, crumbled to the floor, retching.
Fu disconnected the electrode and the Japanese collapsed, weeping uncontrollably.
‘I’m very proud of this achievement. I call it a pain amplifier, and not only does it increase the perception of pain to unbelievable levels, it also prevents the subject from passing out from the torture, which can be applied so sparingly as to cause no real damage whatsoever. I would be surprised if a healthy man could not spend the balance of his natural life connected to this machine. And if you have not won victory come winter, Chiang, WE SHALL FIND OUT!’
Chiang Kai-Chek crawled on his hands and knees to his masters feet, begging him for mercy.
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Alright...one of my favorite lines in Dune! "Remedy the situation! Restore spice production! Or you will live out your life in a pain amplifier!" Great update, Yog!
Great update, Yog!
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Poor Chiang Kai-Chek...crawling out of the dungeons in dress uniform. I wonder when Pu Yi will surface again.
Can I borrow this... pain amplifier when Fu is done with it?
I have some people I want to test it on...
I have some people I want to test it on...
I'll just say that I love reading this AAR, and I'm glad that Fu is actually making an appearrance after being AWOL for several pages.
mmm... I believe the next Bond chick will be a nun...
also, great idea, pain amplifier and what's the orb's use? are you going to collide an asteroid with Earth?
also, great idea, pain amplifier and what's the orb's use? are you going to collide an asteroid with Earth?
Mettermrck: Thanks, and good catch! Yes, I was inspired by that very line in Dune. Now that is a threat not to take lightly!
cthulhu:The return of the Last Emperor is nigh!
Korpi:Thanks!
Zuckergußgebäck:Sorry, I have one or two persons scheduled for hooking up to the device, and I'm not planning to unplug them any time soon.
Gjerg Kastrioti:Thanks, and welcome to the AAR! (unless I'm mistaken, you haven't posted here before?) Fu tends to hang around in the background a lot, after all he is the evil genius, so he mostly sends some henchman, or his daughter to take care of things.
Elbasto:I didn't realize there was such widespread nun fetischism going on out there. Actually, Sister Irene is based on an ex-girlfriend of mine, a very smart and capable young lady who left me to serve the Church instead. So Sister Irene will be treated with a measure of respect. Regarding Fu Manchu's intentions with the Orb, feel free to speculate...
cthulhu:The return of the Last Emperor is nigh!
Korpi:Thanks!
Zuckergußgebäck:Sorry, I have one or two persons scheduled for hooking up to the device, and I'm not planning to unplug them any time soon.
Gjerg Kastrioti:Thanks, and welcome to the AAR! (unless I'm mistaken, you haven't posted here before?) Fu tends to hang around in the background a lot, after all he is the evil genius, so he mostly sends some henchman, or his daughter to take care of things.
Elbasto:I didn't realize there was such widespread nun fetischism going on out there.
Actually, Sister Irene is based on an ex-girlfriend of mine, a very smart and capable young lady who left me to serve the Church instead. So Sister Irene will be treated with a measure of respect. Regarding Fu Manchu's intentions with the Orb, feel free to speculate...
Beautiful work, Yogi, as usual. The sheer evilness of Fu is almost incomprehensible.
Inspired by cthulhu, I'm considering continuing this AAR in HOI2, probably on the outbreak of WW2 in Europe since there would be a HOI2 scenario for that date that could easily be modified to suit the situation so far. There would be a few more updates until that date is reached, but then the AAR would be put on hold until I could get my greasy little paws on HOI 2.
Let's face it, not many of you will be visiting HOI AARland once HOI 2 is out.
What do you people think?
EDIT: I was going to make a poll about this, but that doesn't seem to be possible for a lowly board member such as me?
Let's face it, not many of you will be visiting HOI AARland once HOI 2 is out.
What do you people think?
EDIT: I was going to make a poll about this, but that doesn't seem to be possible for a lowly board member such as me?
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what?! Finish this one AND start another one with HOI 2.
No quitting. No quitting!
Maybe you could end this one with Fu Manchu beeing betrayed by his daughter, blinded by her love for (or sex appeal of) Otto and traveling into time, using that Antartic gadget.
Then, you could start the same AAR in HOI 2 but maybe Fu will need to travel to Japan, as the 1936 Fu would try to kill him. Then you he will be batteling against himself but from another more powerful country.
This way you could also make use of the much superior naval system (let's face it, China doesn't and won't have many ships).
What do YOU think?
No quitting. No quitting!
Maybe you could end this one with Fu Manchu beeing betrayed by his daughter, blinded by her love for (or sex appeal of) Otto and traveling into time, using that Antartic gadget.
Then, you could start the same AAR in HOI 2 but maybe Fu will need to travel to Japan, as the 1936 Fu would try to kill him. Then you he will be batteling against himself but from another more powerful country.
This way you could also make use of the much superior naval system (let's face it, China doesn't and won't have many ships).
What do YOU think?
No poll! Democracy sucks! You never get the result YOU want Seriously you should be able to start a thread in the HOI AAR area for your poll, just PM a moderator and ask.
I think Yogi should continue in HOI2, it wouldn’t be much fun to continue playing in HOI when its successor has arrived.
Seriously you should be able to start a thread in the HOI AAR area for your poll, just PM a moderator and ask.I think Yogi should continue in HOI2, it wouldn’t be much fun to continue playing in HOI when its successor has arrived.
Good point about voting and its undesirable results.
OK, no poll. Maybe I didn't make myself clear, I'm not going to quit the story, just continue it based on HOI 2. I might even get the mods to move the whole thread to the HOI 2 AAR forums. I've already made such a platform transit once, this game did not begin with the latest version of CORE...
But tell you what, to satisfy as many as possible, there will be no holdup, I'll keep posting here at my usal (snails) pace until the very moment that I have HOI 2 and have modded myself a replica of the current game situation. Fair enough?
BTW, Elbasto, nice scenario! But I think you'll find that very soon, Fu Manchu will be powerful enough to send shivers down the spines of the great powers of the world... Bwahahahaha!
OK, no poll. Maybe I didn't make myself clear, I'm not going to quit the story, just continue it based on HOI 2. I might even get the mods to move the whole thread to the HOI 2 AAR forums. I've already made such a platform transit once, this game did not begin with the latest version of CORE...
But tell you what, to satisfy as many as possible, there will be no holdup, I'll keep posting here at my usal (snails) pace until the very moment that I have HOI 2 and have modded myself a replica of the current game situation. Fair enough?
BTW, Elbasto, nice scenario! But I think you'll find that very soon, Fu Manchu will be powerful enough to send shivers down the spines of the great powers of the world... Bwahahahaha!
