Game: Hearts of Iron 2: Doomsday v1.0
Difficulty: Normal/Normal
Nation: Mexico
Sexy author: Yes
(note: this is my first AAR, as well as my first game in Doomsday, please be gentle
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It was late in the afternoon, January 1st 1936, when the president of Mexico, Lázaro Cárdenas, finally woke up after a new years eve of epic proportions. He knew his hangover would be something out of this world. Considering his last clear memory of that evening was that of a tequila-filled piñata, nausea, vomiting, and a drilling sensation against his temples would probably haunt him for the remainder of the week.
He groaned loudly as he sat up in bed. Sleeping for another 2-48 hours would off course have been prefered, but in a few hours he would have to adress the nation about the governments plans for the new year, a huge responsibility which he was clearly not in the condition to handle.
After spending fifteen minutes wobbling back and forth by the side of the bed, Lázaro finally managed to stand up fairly straight.
At least it felt that way, but with the earth spinning so fast it was hard to tell.
Knowing his speech would go straight down the drain unless he knew what to say, he stumbled over to his jacket and pulled out the piece of paper where he and his cabinet last night had written down all the important issues that would have to be adressed:
The fact that it were written on a napkin using lipstick didn't feel like a big deal at the moment.
Suddenly, he felt an unsettling rumble going through his stomach, which, despite his current lack of balance, led him to reach the toilet amazingly quick.
After a long and horrible ordeal in the bathroom, which is best to leave untold, Lázaro found himself cowering in fear for the grotesque 1,5m long snake staring at him from the toilet bowl. He couldn't decide what was worse, that it had resided within his body and exited in a very unattractive way, or that it had the face of an old man with feathers instead of hair. It might have been because he had never seen a comb-over and a moustache made of feathers he considered option no.2 the worst.
Three minutes of silence and staring into each others eyes passed.
Just when Lázaro was about to open his mouth, the mansnake roared with a terrifying voice:
"Silence mortal! I am the almighty Quetzalcoatl, and I demand obedience!"
Lázaro was terrified. The volume was far too high for him to handle.
Difficulty: Normal/Normal
Nation: Mexico
Sexy author: Yes
(note: this is my first AAR, as well as my first game in Doomsday, please be gentle
)It was late in the afternoon, January 1st 1936, when the president of Mexico, Lázaro Cárdenas, finally woke up after a new years eve of epic proportions. He knew his hangover would be something out of this world. Considering his last clear memory of that evening was that of a tequila-filled piñata, nausea, vomiting, and a drilling sensation against his temples would probably haunt him for the remainder of the week.
He groaned loudly as he sat up in bed. Sleeping for another 2-48 hours would off course have been prefered, but in a few hours he would have to adress the nation about the governments plans for the new year, a huge responsibility which he was clearly not in the condition to handle.
After spending fifteen minutes wobbling back and forth by the side of the bed, Lázaro finally managed to stand up fairly straight.
At least it felt that way, but with the earth spinning so fast it was hard to tell.
Knowing his speech would go straight down the drain unless he knew what to say, he stumbled over to his jacket and pulled out the piece of paper where he and his cabinet last night had written down all the important issues that would have to be adressed:
The fact that it were written on a napkin using lipstick didn't feel like a big deal at the moment.
Suddenly, he felt an unsettling rumble going through his stomach, which, despite his current lack of balance, led him to reach the toilet amazingly quick.
After a long and horrible ordeal in the bathroom, which is best to leave untold, Lázaro found himself cowering in fear for the grotesque 1,5m long snake staring at him from the toilet bowl. He couldn't decide what was worse, that it had resided within his body and exited in a very unattractive way, or that it had the face of an old man with feathers instead of hair. It might have been because he had never seen a comb-over and a moustache made of feathers he considered option no.2 the worst.
Three minutes of silence and staring into each others eyes passed.
Just when Lázaro was about to open his mouth, the mansnake roared with a terrifying voice:
"Silence mortal! I am the almighty Quetzalcoatl, and I demand obedience!"
Lázaro was terrified. The volume was far too high for him to handle.
