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quote: Originally posted by SKILORD
I also almost never use nukes
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I don't usually use nukes, either. In fact, I think I only used them once, though I remember that game as if I played it yesterday:
In this one game, I was playing as the Persians, and I did some fighting in the early and middle stages of the game, but by the Industrial age I switched to Democracy, and stopped fighting. I had the largest nation in the world by then, though the Babylonians had a comparable chunk of land. I figured I'd go for the space victory, since the scientific progress was pretty good, and a lot of my cities were located in very productive spots. Now, the Babylonians were the only nation that could compete with me in that race. They were one or two blocks behind all the time, though. So, when I had built eight of them, and started researching the technology required for the last two, the Babylonians attacked, as they probably realized that they wouldn't be able to stop me otherwise. They took a couple of my cities, then I took them back, and the war pretty much grinded to a halt: they were bombing my border cities, I was bombing theirs; our forces met at the border every once in a while, and the action switched between me actually sending my troops against their cities, and them sending their troops towards mine. Needless to say, even though I wasn't loosing anything in terms of land and forces, my people didn't like the war too much, and were generally giving me a hard time. At the same, time I tried everything to stop the war, as it was totally useless for me, but the Babylonians wouldn’t even answer my requests for audience. I could have switched to communism, but I didn't want to loose all the production capabilities for so many turns, since Persians are not religious. So, I just produced a bunch of ICBM's and bombed Babylon itself. After which action, Hammurabbi crawled to me on his knees pleading for peace. He got it, and I won soon thereafter. 
PS: Sorry for putting this little story into your thread, SKILORD 
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Live free or Die
Mar 2002 time: 05:24
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PAH Shooba Shooba
Last edited by SKILORD on 14-12-2002 at 19:32
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SKILORD
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Live free or Die
Mar 2002 time: 05:24
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The Gaurds slept peacefully, unaware. Squarking Turkey dragged his slender frame through the yard, his new companion, Floating Porpoise close behind. Barbed wire fences sliced their backs, chemicals on the ground burned their stomachs as they discovered why shoes were taken from the inmates. The Chemicals had been spread for about a mile of treacherous ground, rocks strewn as well. Superhuman effort was exerted not to shout out in pain, it was excrutiating but they conqured. Sirens rang out as they passed the first layer of forests. High atop a tree, hidden amongst foilage the freinds watched as helicoters reigned death down on the trees. Floating Porpise was hit in the arm with a bullet, the blood let from that as it dribled down the tree was noticed and a second round of shots left Porpoise a corpse of the ground. Turkey wept to see his freind lifeless on the ground, but continued his trek to freedom alone.
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The cities of Northern asia were in Celtic control. Forces the likes of which the chinese had thought legendary had taken them and prepared to move south, across the fertile lands. Airports stood, hurriedly built, on the Northern ports and airlifted reinforcements hoped to help the job become finished.
Mao sat in his palace, waiting for the Celts to sweep, unstoppable to the south. Reports began to come rushing in from the emergency fax set up in his office.
"What's that?" he asked his minister in the room.
The man picked up the sheets and his face paled as he read his own eulogy.
"ICBM's are raining"
The blast shook the palace though it had been built to stand against it. A second hit left the palace in ruins, Mao's wealth littering the streets.
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SKILORD
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Live free or Die
Mar 2002 time: 05:24
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"The Iriquois people have for years been the butt of an immense joke, for it is laughable that a nation that considers itself civilied could commit the atrocities you have against a sovreign people," The minister paused, gauging the Emperor's mood. He probably wouldn't last the reading, "We do thereby, for the reasons mentioned hence declare the independence of the Iriquois state from it's dreadful conquerers."
Brennus frowned.
"Then you see, they go on stating all these reasons, talking about some hidious internment camps that they were imprisoned as a nation in. It's signed by a bunch of their former leaders, the old foreign minister and such, and also this kid named Squarking Turkey."
Brennus laughed.
"The Fools think they can escape the clutches of the Celtic Empire?" Brennus's hysterics were frightening,"I will show them that the mightiest nation on Earth can bring down a few rebels."
"Well they have an army..."
"Do You propose that a mere army of Mounted warriors can stand against the might of Celtia!?" His eyes were inflamed, he drooled.
"Why... never .... uhh.. sir."
"Do you prpopose that Celtia is not the mightiest nation on earth?"
"Welll there are always the Russians..." Russia was on the brink of building a ship to ferry the last bits of civilization from scarred earth.
But that wouldn't affect the advisor, he would be dead in an instant, a thought that graced his mind as the bullet tore the air before him.
Looking at the corpse Brennus intoned:
"I'll show you the might of Russia." The cackles of evil delight reigned the palace for the night, sharing the throne with madness.
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The Army stood outside Salamnaca, a battered force of mounted warriors and Cavalry, a few more modern rifles interspersed in the group. A Celtic army loomed on the horizon, an angry storm preparing to lay waste to those who dared test authority. The frigid Iceland territory froze the very souls of the defenders, they knew their attackers were immune to the cold on that level. They marched like demons, Hellhound Armor and Pyre jets, bared their teeth in anticipation. The Tanks forced their way to the walls of the shoddy fort to the harmony of falling bombs. Cavalry flanked the superior forces as Turkey commanded, their stolen rocket launchers left several tanks mere husks. The Cavalry died slowly, the tanks proceeded quickly, bullets bouncing off their hide. But victory found the rebels somehow, rain began to leave the tracks of the tanks stuck. The slow behemoths began to fall more quickly. The millitary governor of Iceland, who lead the forces himself, was forced to surrender his colors to the man who called himself Squarking Turkey, who inspired the Iriquois to rebellion, to rise against the mighty empire that had swallowed them whole.
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SKILORD
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Live free or Die
Mar 2002 time: 05:24
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English silos began the volley, but the Russians were expecting them, the only thing that surprise Satherine was that it took so long. ICBMs found their way to Edmonton as soon as others found Moscow in their sights, Shining metal gleamed in the ruins, the spaceship that had been civilization's last hope. All was ruined now, a million voices were extinguished instantly, the only difference between the sides of the conflict was that one was prepared to Invade. Moscow soon was in the hands of the Celts, who took their time in North Africa, eliminating the Russians one by one, reveling in every bloody patch of ground.
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Squarking Turkey looked across the tundra, it took a madman to build here, and here i am hoping to conqure it. Swords, pistols and the Submachine guns used by Infantry were all held in the hands of the rebellious Iriquois. Army after army fell before him. As the radioactive glow of Russia faded he realised that he was the last chance for humanity, and he pushed mightily against a people preoccupied with cleaning their wasted lands. The day would come, Squarking Turkey hoped, that man would be free again.
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