Well, I've got three parts of my first AAR up. Read on to discover how America just completely kicks everyone's ass.
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Redwolf walks into the Baar for the first time and realises the whole place is empty. Approaching the baartender, he asks" where's everyone?"
"Probably still asleep." Came the reply.
"At 8pm??"
It may be 8pm in Singapore but it's still early morning in Europe and US and especially so since it's a sunday, you probably won't see anyone till much later."
"Oh." Redwolf muttered feeling rather silly. Guess I got a long wait ahead of me. With that, he ordered a drink, found a place to settle down and started his wait for the rest of the writers to show up where he can then introduce himself to them and hopefully make some new friends.
"Probably still asleep." Came the reply.
"At 8pm??"
It may be 8pm in Singapore but it's still early morning in Europe and US and especially so since it's a sunday, you probably won't see anyone till much later."
"Oh." Redwolf muttered feeling rather silly. Guess I got a long wait ahead of me. With that, he ordered a drink, found a place to settle down and started his wait for the rest of the writers to show up where he can then introduce himself to them and hopefully make some new friends.
Year 2125....
Alexandru H. awakes. He senses that in his world something is wrong. The achieved perfection is lost. Somewhere, drifting between life and death, lies a lost soul, still waiting for his salvation, a word from Me....
I enter the BaaR, this relic of a dark and superstitious past, and walk unsure toward its end. The fallen angels of EU...this was their destiny...a glorious end among the many beers of Eochaid... AARs left to rotten, Faqs unupdated....Where are the Waariters of once proud times?
Who are you?
A faint voice coming from the darkness...
My name is redwolf...so I remember...forgive me, i don't feel so good...too many years of waiting in vain for one of you.
What can I do for him?
I'm sorry for everything. To all things must come an end...but for our community, this was quite unexpecting.
redwolf nodds...
That's all right. It wasn't your fault. Still, you are God...
I accept his point of view
Alexandru H. awakes. He senses that in his world something is wrong. The achieved perfection is lost. Somewhere, drifting between life and death, lies a lost soul, still waiting for his salvation, a word from Me....
I enter the BaaR, this relic of a dark and superstitious past, and walk unsure toward its end. The fallen angels of EU...this was their destiny...a glorious end among the many beers of Eochaid... AARs left to rotten, Faqs unupdated....Where are the Waariters of once proud times?
Who are you?
A faint voice coming from the darkness...
My name is redwolf...so I remember...forgive me, i don't feel so good...too many years of waiting in vain for one of you.
What can I do for him?
I'm sorry for everything. To all things must come an end...but for our community, this was quite unexpecting.
redwolf nodds...
That's all right. It wasn't your fault. Still, you are God...
I accept his point of view
"Great.." mutters Redwolf watching Alexandru staggers away. The first person i meet in the baar is a hallucinating drunkard who thinks he's God in the year 2125. And he's drunk even before he orders a drink??!! 
Redwolf settles down again and continues his wait.....
p.s nice to meet u too Alexandru...
Redwolf settles down again and continues his wait.....
p.s nice to meet u too Alexandru...
About time someone show up in here! I've been here for the past two hours with all these snoring drunks...
Director pushes open the door, comes through in an aimless shamble. Switches the obviously heavy briefcase to his other hand as he crosses the floor to the bar.
'Hey! Norge! Eochaid! Anybody here?"
Eochaid looks out of the back room. "Norge is at home, I'm washing up... oh, just help yourself."
Director ambles behind the bar, fumbles up the ingredients for a mohito. "It's too freaking early to drink... or too late to stop, been out all night, might as well have a nightcap. Or a daycap. A dawncap, I guess."
He can't mix the drink with one hand but refuses to set the briefcase down. He finally gets the concoction blended, adds club soda for fizz and ambles over to a table.
"Hello, redwolf! Welcome to the bAAR! Welcome to the forum, for that matter. That widescreen TV on the wall plays more than soccer, by the way. If you can find the remote, it shows all the AAR's. Maybe Lord Durham forgot and took the remote home again, I don't see it. He's been so absentminded since Trixie took that job in Miami. If Alexandru thinks he's God, maybe he can change channels for us."
He opens the briefcase and starts pulling out thick reams of material.
"So much to do, so much to do... sunken treasure, that goes on the Bremen pile. Script for 'HistoryPark:Reloaded', what a waste... Score to 'Carmina Burana', check - not today, I think... receipt from the Scalded Cat in Naples, whoops! That's not supposed to be in here... nice perfume, though."
"There it is! 'Gedanken auf Kriege', bound in calfskin - I wonder whose calves... I didn't know where I'd left that. Probably overdue at the Gnostic Library by now. Well, that goes with the Selected Essays."
"And here we are! The blueprints! The plans! The secret weapon!" Around the room heads are beginng to turn as his voice rises.
"It will end war! The END of WAR as we know it! PEACE ON EARTH IS AT HAND!" He stops, realizing that every eye is fixed on him, and that this IS a wargaming bar...
"Um. Maybe I'll work on that one at home."
'Hey! Norge! Eochaid! Anybody here?"
Eochaid looks out of the back room. "Norge is at home, I'm washing up... oh, just help yourself."
Director ambles behind the bar, fumbles up the ingredients for a mohito. "It's too freaking early to drink... or too late to stop, been out all night, might as well have a nightcap. Or a daycap. A dawncap, I guess."
He can't mix the drink with one hand but refuses to set the briefcase down. He finally gets the concoction blended, adds club soda for fizz and ambles over to a table.
"Hello, redwolf! Welcome to the bAAR! Welcome to the forum, for that matter. That widescreen TV on the wall plays more than soccer, by the way. If you can find the remote, it shows all the AAR's. Maybe Lord Durham forgot and took the remote home again, I don't see it. He's been so absentminded since Trixie took that job in Miami. If Alexandru thinks he's God, maybe he can change channels for us."
He opens the briefcase and starts pulling out thick reams of material.
"So much to do, so much to do... sunken treasure, that goes on the Bremen pile. Script for 'HistoryPark:Reloaded', what a waste... Score to 'Carmina Burana', check - not today, I think... receipt from the Scalded Cat in Naples, whoops! That's not supposed to be in here... nice perfume, though."
"There it is! 'Gedanken auf Kriege', bound in calfskin - I wonder whose calves... I didn't know where I'd left that. Probably overdue at the Gnostic Library by now. Well, that goes with the Selected Essays."
"And here we are! The blueprints! The plans! The secret weapon!" Around the room heads are beginng to turn as his voice rises.
"It will end war! The END of WAR as we know it! PEACE ON EARTH IS AT HAND!" He stops, realizing that every eye is fixed on him, and that this IS a wargaming bar...
"Um. Maybe I'll work on that one at home."
Another person walks in.
Redwolf observes the person as he walks over to the baartender and orders a drink. Looks like a nice chap. As he got up to walk over to him, Director pushes open the door, comes through in an aimless shamble. Switches the obviously heavy briefcase to his other hand as he crosses the floor to the bar.
'Hey! Norge! Eochaid! Anybody here?"
Eochaid looks out of the back room. "Norge is at home, I'm washing up... oh, just help yourself."
Director ambles behind the bar, fumbles up the ingredients for a mohito, mumbling to himself all the time. He can't mix the drink with one hand but refuses to set the briefcase down. He finally gets the concoction blended, adds club soda for fizz and ambles over to the table where Redwolf was.
"Hello, redwolf! Welcome to the bAAR! Welcome to the forum, for that matter. That widescreen TV on the wall plays more than soccer, by the way. If you can find the remote, it shows all the AAR's. Maybe Lord Durham forgot and took the remote home again, I don't see it. He's been so absentminded since Trixie took that job in Miami. If Alexandru thinks he's God, maybe he can change channels for us."
He opens the briefcase and starts pulling out thick reams of material and proceeds to mutter to himself again.
Guess the conversation's over. Redwolf thought as Director now enters a world of his own. Moving over to Amric, Redwolf held out his right hand, " Hi the name's Redwolf, Amric i presume?"
Before Amric can reply, from Director's table..." And here we are! The blueprints! The plans! The secret weapon! It will end war! The END of WAR as we know it! PEACE ON EARTH IS AT HAND"
Redwolf looked at Director, than at the already comatose figure of Alexandru. Drunkards, Madmen, and don't know what else the wind will bring in later, he shrug his shoulders and return his attention to Amric, " Yes, you were saying....."
p.s Director, Amric, nice to meet you...
Redwolf observes the person as he walks over to the baartender and orders a drink. Looks like a nice chap. As he got up to walk over to him, Director pushes open the door, comes through in an aimless shamble. Switches the obviously heavy briefcase to his other hand as he crosses the floor to the bar.
'Hey! Norge! Eochaid! Anybody here?"
Eochaid looks out of the back room. "Norge is at home, I'm washing up... oh, just help yourself."
Director ambles behind the bar, fumbles up the ingredients for a mohito, mumbling to himself all the time. He can't mix the drink with one hand but refuses to set the briefcase down. He finally gets the concoction blended, adds club soda for fizz and ambles over to the table where Redwolf was.
"Hello, redwolf! Welcome to the bAAR! Welcome to the forum, for that matter. That widescreen TV on the wall plays more than soccer, by the way. If you can find the remote, it shows all the AAR's. Maybe Lord Durham forgot and took the remote home again, I don't see it. He's been so absentminded since Trixie took that job in Miami. If Alexandru thinks he's God, maybe he can change channels for us."
He opens the briefcase and starts pulling out thick reams of material and proceeds to mutter to himself again.
Guess the conversation's over. Redwolf thought as Director now enters a world of his own. Moving over to Amric, Redwolf held out his right hand, " Hi the name's Redwolf, Amric i presume?"
Before Amric can reply, from Director's table..." And here we are! The blueprints! The plans! The secret weapon! It will end war! The END of WAR as we know it! PEACE ON EARTH IS AT HAND"
Redwolf looked at Director, than at the already comatose figure of Alexandru. Drunkards, Madmen, and don't know what else the wind will bring in later, he shrug his shoulders and return his attention to Amric, " Yes, you were saying....."
p.s Director, Amric, nice to meet you...
fusag sits up from his bench behind the table at the far end of the baar, where he's been perpetually lurking for weeks. He takes in the scene and visibly shudders. "It's too early in the morning for me to handle this crowd. Or, rather, it's too soon after a late night to... oh, whatever."
He notices redwolf. "Hey, kid, make yourself at home. I was just like you a few months ago. Made my first post to the FC, subscribed to every AAR in sight, and everything. You'll get your commission in no time." He polishes the lieutenant's bar on his lapel. "Don't let this lot put you off. And, unlike Alexandru, I actually am a god."
Out of nowhere, he puts on a set of VR goggles, plugs it into his ever present laptop, and lays back on the bench. Whether he's playing a game or sleeping, no one knows.
He notices redwolf. "Hey, kid, make yourself at home. I was just like you a few months ago. Made my first post to the FC, subscribed to every AAR in sight, and everything. You'll get your commission in no time." He polishes the lieutenant's bar on his lapel. "Don't let this lot put you off. And, unlike Alexandru, I actually am a god."
Out of nowhere, he puts on a set of VR goggles, plugs it into his ever present laptop, and lays back on the bench. Whether he's playing a game or sleeping, no one knows.
Shawn looks up from his notepad and takes a moment from his Guiness to mutter,
"Newbies. They think they own the place." He smirks.
And don't you DARE turn the TV off the footie. Have to see if PSV finishes their choke job and hands the title to Ajax or not.
"Newbies. They think they own the place." He smirks.
And don't you DARE turn the TV off the footie. Have to see if PSV finishes their choke job and hands the title to Ajax or not.
fusag sits up from his bench behind the table at the far end of the baar, where he's been perpetually lurking for weeks. He takes in the scene and visibly shudders, muttering something to himself.
He notices redwolf. "Hey, kid, make yourself at home. I was just like you a few months ago. Made my first post to the FC, subscribed to every AAR in sight, and everything. You'll get your commission in no time." He polishes the lieutenant's bar on his lapel. "Don't let this lot put you off. And, unlike Alexandru, I actually am a god."
Redwolf groans in dismay," Not another one!!!" and buries his face in his hands.
"Newbies. They think they own the place." someone says. Looking around, Redwolf found the source of the voice. Shawn, Guiness in one hand, one eye on his notepad and the other on the TV showing all the action from the Dutch League.
Walking over to Shawn, Redwolf says." Nice to meet you Shawn. Hope you enjoy your match. *sigh* I have not enjoyed a single match since my beloved Arsenal handed the Premier League title to Man U on a silver platter."
He notices redwolf. "Hey, kid, make yourself at home. I was just like you a few months ago. Made my first post to the FC, subscribed to every AAR in sight, and everything. You'll get your commission in no time." He polishes the lieutenant's bar on his lapel. "Don't let this lot put you off. And, unlike Alexandru, I actually am a god."
Redwolf groans in dismay," Not another one!!!" and buries his face in his hands.
"Newbies. They think they own the place." someone says. Looking around, Redwolf found the source of the voice. Shawn, Guiness in one hand, one eye on his notepad and the other on the TV showing all the action from the Dutch League.
Walking over to Shawn, Redwolf says." Nice to meet you Shawn. Hope you enjoy your match. *sigh* I have not enjoyed a single match since my beloved Arsenal handed the Premier League title to Man U on a silver platter."
My presence here resurrected the dead. Father, I hate my gift. The perfection is forever ruined.
Hey, shut up! This BaaR was so much better before! In silence we join the Architect! We speak no words, yet we hear ourselves as trumpets of the Holy ONEs! You mortals know no fear, yet fear coexists with the outmost courage...and it would take only a blink of the eye to throw you into the Black and Red Anarchist Revolution Bureau Front Man Hole...
Throw him out of here! He's disturbing my clients. You lowlife! You may be God of All that Is, yet here, tonight, you have met your counterpart, the God of The BaaR. Does anyone else think that a God such as me, drunk and strangely happy, could be defeated by the all mighty Alexandru?
No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
God is dead! Long live Stella Artois!
Hey, shut up! This BaaR was so much better before! In silence we join the Architect! We speak no words, yet we hear ourselves as trumpets of the Holy ONEs! You mortals know no fear, yet fear coexists with the outmost courage...and it would take only a blink of the eye to throw you into the Black and Red Anarchist Revolution Bureau Front Man Hole...
Throw him out of here! He's disturbing my clients. You lowlife! You may be God of All that Is, yet here, tonight, you have met your counterpart, the God of The BaaR. Does anyone else think that a God such as me, drunk and strangely happy, could be defeated by the all mighty Alexandru?
No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
God is dead! Long live Stella Artois!
Shawn looks at redwolf and bursts into song,
"GLORY! GLORY! MAN UNITED! GLORY! GLORY! MAN UNITED!"
Shawn still wonders how a newbie with not even 400 posts can talk about the demise of the forum. Methinks he needs to go out and survey the AAR field.
"My goodness, go away for 2 weeks a couple weeks back and everyone thinks the place has gone to the abyss. Oh well."
"GLORY! GLORY! MAN UNITED! GLORY! GLORY! MAN UNITED!"
Shawn still wonders how a newbie with not even 400 posts can talk about the demise of the forum. Methinks he needs to go out and survey the AAR field.
"My goodness, go away for 2 weeks a couple weeks back and everyone thinks the place has gone to the abyss. Oh well."
Shawn looks at redwolf and bursts into song,
"GLORY! GLORY! MAN UNITED! GLORY! GLORY! MAN UNITED!"
Redwolf glares at Shawn and starts wondering if he should change the channel. It was at this time that he realises that the remote control was no where be found. Muttering oaths under his breath, Redwolf stalked off to the barrtender where he orders another drink.
"GLORY! GLORY! MAN UNITED! GLORY! GLORY! MAN UNITED!"
Redwolf glares at Shawn and starts wondering if he should change the channel. It was at this time that he realises that the remote control was no where be found. Muttering oaths under his breath, Redwolf stalked off to the barrtender where he orders another drink.
LD walks into the bAAR after a rather prolonged absence. The first thing he hears is the semi-drunken bellowings of some Soccer tune. Oh great, how long before someone gets kicked in the shin and falls to the ground clutching their head!
He walks over to the bartender. "Beer me." A moment later a brew sits before him, and he turns to face the smallish crowd. The place ain't what it used to be. Too many quotes and too many OOC one-liners. Perhaps a cleanup's in order. I hope it doesn't go the way of the HoI Mess Hall, or I'll close the place down.
LD notes the new guy, Redwolf, approaching the bar. "Welcome to the hallowed halls of AARdom. It's always nice to have a newcomer integrate himself in the EUII community instead of working solo." LD pays for the virtual drink. "Singapore, eh? I have a journalist friend living in Singapore. He loves it there. Oh, and here's the remote. I'm not sure what's more boring, a soccer game or the Ducks and New Jersey in the Finals. If you want to get on Shawng's good side, tell him that he's The One Who Will Be. He'll buy you virtual drinks all night. Anyway, I have to find Eochaid. He's meeting MrT, Castellon and myself for dinner in Toronto next Friday. That could make for an interesting AAR in itself... of course it all depends if you can get MrT to shut up for a minute..."
He walks over to the bartender. "Beer me." A moment later a brew sits before him, and he turns to face the smallish crowd. The place ain't what it used to be. Too many quotes and too many OOC one-liners. Perhaps a cleanup's in order. I hope it doesn't go the way of the HoI Mess Hall, or I'll close the place down.
LD notes the new guy, Redwolf, approaching the bar. "Welcome to the hallowed halls of AARdom. It's always nice to have a newcomer integrate himself in the EUII community instead of working solo." LD pays for the virtual drink. "Singapore, eh? I have a journalist friend living in Singapore. He loves it there. Oh, and here's the remote. I'm not sure what's more boring, a soccer game or the Ducks and New Jersey in the Finals. If you want to get on Shawng's good side, tell him that he's The One Who Will Be. He'll buy you virtual drinks all night. Anyway, I have to find Eochaid. He's meeting MrT, Castellon and myself for dinner in Toronto next Friday. That could make for an interesting AAR in itself... of course it all depends if you can get MrT to shut up for a minute..."
Eochaid was quite surprised to see His Excellency Lord Durham, blessed be his name, in the bAAR. He beered the man, and then just had a pint of Guiness.
"- Hello Lord Durham, long time no see.
- Indeed young man.
- It's a pleasure to see so many people in the bAAR. The place was a bit... quiet during the last few weeks. It's not that I don't lurk around here, it's just that we now have a French AAR forum... But now that the place is up and running, I'm gonna stay here a lot more.
- Great.
- Yeah. Anyway, I have to go back to work... I'll see you in Toronto next week. Just pick a restaurant, PM me and I'll be there."
"- Hello Lord Durham, long time no see.
- Indeed young man.
- It's a pleasure to see so many people in the bAAR. The place was a bit... quiet during the last few weeks. It's not that I don't lurk around here, it's just that we now have a French AAR forum... But now that the place is up and running, I'm gonna stay here a lot more.
- Great.
- Yeah. Anyway, I have to go back to work... I'll see you in Toronto next week. Just pick a restaurant, PM me and I'll be there."
LD notes the new guy, Redwolf, approaching the bar. "Welcome to the hallowed halls of AARdom. It's always nice to have a newcomer integrate himself in the EUII community instead of working solo." LD pays for the virtual drink. "Singapore, eh? I have a journalist friend living in Singapore. He loves it there. Oh, and here's the remote. I'm not sure what's more boring, a soccer game or the Ducks and New Jersey in the Finals. If you want to get on Shawng's good side, tell him that he's The One Who Will Be. He'll buy you virtual drinks all night. Anyway, I have to find Eochaid. He's meeting MrT, Castellon and myself for dinner in Toronto next Friday. That could make for an interesting AAR in itself... of course it all depends if you can get MrT to shut up for a minute..."
Redwolf replied," Yes. Singapore is a 'FINE' place indeed. I hope you enjoy your dinner next week, LD." LD's nodded politely and turns his attention to Eochaid.
Looking at the remote control in his hand, he grinned and changed the channel...
Redwolf replied," Yes. Singapore is a 'FINE' place indeed. I hope you enjoy your dinner next week, LD." LD's nodded politely and turns his attention to Eochaid.
Looking at the remote control in his hand, he grinned and changed the channel...
Seeing LD in the bAAR makes Judge reflects on the meaning of this thread and the rules that were the very foundation of the bAAR: “Announcing your own new AAR (but keep it to a minimum)”,”Endorsing others AARs”,”Teasing/taunting (but watch it)”, “Advice and ideas” he recollects as he begins to drink of the beer.
Judge now in a visibly reflective mood says “LD why don’t you come back with a couple of veterans and clear the bAAR”. “I would love to see Mr T or Peter Ebbesen with a smoking gun” Judge excitedly continues as he finishes the beer in one gulp.
Judge now in a visibly reflective mood says “LD why don’t you come back with a couple of veterans and clear the bAAR”. “I would love to see Mr T or Peter Ebbesen with a smoking gun” Judge excitedly continues as he finishes the beer in one gulp.
No! Never bring them back! I'd be killed in an instant! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Kurek Runs off screaming, praying to Jebus or Allah, one of them had got to be the right one!
Errrr, I think my Scenario for my Cymru scenario might be finished soon, all I got to do now is add a Monarch list, some leaders, and maybe tweek some relations and such... oooo getting close!
Kurek Runs off screaming, praying to Jebus or Allah, one of them had got to be the right one!
Errrr, I think my Scenario for my Cymru scenario might be finished soon, all I got to do now is add a Monarch list, some leaders, and maybe tweek some relations and such... oooo getting close!
Just be sure to leave my table clear, I need time to think about diabolical plotlines for the Sean O' Glaigh Chronicles.
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