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Samuel Johnson
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After playing in his garden for the morning, Saddam went to check the mail. "Oh!" he exclaimed, a new issues of BOMBED, my favorite cutting edge magazine for the modern despot.
"Just let me take off the plastic. Um, maybe tear at it... no how about my teeth? OK, that doesn't work, teeth and tear at the same time. Urgh. How about teeth, tear with hands and claw it with my toenails. Finally, I get BOMBED open. A snow shower of advertisements fall out of it. They gather around my feet like flat little Willard rats threatening to cover my body..."
Oh look, an article about how smart I was in getting nuclear bomb making technology from Germany not Poland as my stupid son Camel thought. What a maroon but then his mother had four humps.
Oh, what's this in the classified ads, "Will self-immolate for money, payable to my family of course." Hmmmm... that gives me idea.
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Rotten999
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Milwaukee, WI
Mar 2002 time: 23:19
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"That's one dead dog." Beria held a hand over his face.
"That dog is possibly our greatest hero." Aronovich stifled a tear. He had a dog growing up, and this was bringing back memories.
"This animal," the head scientist joined the Soviet leaders, "survived in orbit on Sputnik 2 for two days. With a little more fine tuning, we'll figure out a way to make space travel completely safe." The scientist pulled a tarp over the mortal coil of the Space Dog.
"Very good. Expect bonuses all around." Aronovich dismissed himself, Beria in tow.
"Well, I'm pleased with this development. What of the revolution in Zululand?"
"Our forces have almost completed the removal of the backwards old regime. Another month, at most." (Aside: the soldiers arrived via the black sea fleet, not marching overland, of course).
"Good. I don't think we have much of a need for such a large army after that...science needs the funding more."
Beria frowned. "Couldn't we just purge the scientists to get them to work harder? It's only rocket science, not brain surgery."
Aronovich frowned and shook his head.
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civman2000
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of the Martian Empire
Jun 2001 time: 23:19
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Metaliturtle, the map includes Poland have iberia...In any case, that post is now buried so here's a new map, with a moved canadian capital, independent caribia, and the canadian invasion of china
Attachment: map2.gif
This has been downloaded 22 time(s).
Last edited by civman2000 on 15-05-2002 at 02:11
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Metaliturtle
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University of Wisconsin Stevens Point
Mar 2002 time: 23:19
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To the Tyrant of Greece: Your attacks on Russia, Canada, and Japan put you in a state of war with BEER.
BEER's Missiles (non nuclear) destroy all Nuclear production facilities in Greece, as well as all nuclear storage facilities. A nuclear warhead is dropped on the Greek Uranium Field, causing a chain reaction, breaking the Uranium down into carbon. The Navy of BEER Creates a blocade at the straight of Gibraltar, and combined with the British Closing the Suez Canal, have Halted Trade with the Evil Chinese.(British have control in the Years on this, open to all maritime vessels not at war with Britain)
To China: You don't mess with Warsaw
To ALL non barbaric Nations: Please aid me in my conquest of Greece by refusing to trade with them in any way.
The Army of BEER invades Greece, taking about a third of the Greek area, including the major harbors, Greek Fleet destroyed.
Mack of BEER
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Samuel Johnson
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Camel Hussein slumped over his desk with his head in his hands. The problem with being a world leader was waiting for my turn.
"Send in my Intelligence Chief."
A round-faced, small man obsequiously entered, keeping his eyes averted from Camel as he shuffled to the chair in front of the desk.
"Pita, Pita Lorrey? Please sit down... I have heard great things about you. I understand the Spice Collective found you wandering in the desert mumbling about a black falcon and some American named Rick?"
"Yes, Master." He flicked his eyes at Camel.
"Um, you don't have to call me master, you know. We are in the early modern ages anyway."
"Yes, Master."
"Ok, whatever. Tell me, Pita, um, do you know how the Soviets managed to mobilize an expeditionary force, bring it down through the Black Sea and then land in central Africa and bring the entire Zululand to submission in less than six months?"
Pita thought for awhile. "well... the Iraqi Intelligence Agency has two possible explanations..." He paused.
"Well, spill it!"
"Um, they really don't make sense unless..."
"Tell me already."
"Well, either we are playing on a very small map which would also explain how the other nations conquer terroritory in one or two turns or... Ivan has very, very, fast ships."
Hmmm... look into the latter as I really don't understand this "small maps" theory. Whoever came up with it, though, why don't you give him his own branch. Perhaps there is a code here that needs to be cracked. Things haven't made sense to me in the past few months. I mean, for awhile I thought I was the Head Mullah and then I found myself in a mental hospital and now they tell me its 1954."
"Um, Master?"
"Yes? Speak-"
"It's really three days before 1954."
"Oh whatever, come back in a week and report."
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One week later.
"Sir, we have discovered the source of the very fast transport ships - they make them in Australia and Sweden. They can go about 80 knots in a calm sea."
"Awesome...let's get one!"
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Several weeks later.
Camel yelled from the stern of the Great Whore of Bablyon, "Uday, do that thing where you raise your one foot again."
Uday, streaming along on his newly designed waterskis for 80 knot cruising lifted up one leg and left out a giant BLLLATTT that could be heard even from the shore of the Tigris.
Camel, Pita, Halie and Juda laughed and laughed down the line.
Sudden, Camel went ashen. "Uday! Uday!" He tried to get Uday's attention but Uday was clowning around for the girls on the shore. "Uday! Uday! Watch out for that ---"
SPLLLAAAATTTTT....Sllliiiiiiiidddeee....Splash...
Pita looked at Camel quizically. "Master, I didn't know there were trees in the river."
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