Digging for Nations in the Desert (No SV, You are a Micronation in the End of the World)
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May the Gods have mercy on your soul
Magoose
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Behold, precisely Ten minutes of me acting like a British Cartographer in the 1900's!
But considering the great deal of questionable ownership of the land itself...
Well you can make some sort of question.
The map in question, I hope it makes you barf with how little effort I put into it.
Now I'm off to write, because at least I have talent with that.
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This mad me cry a little blood.
Magoose
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Then I succeded in making something so horrible that someone might decide to do something better. Since clearly I do not want to try and put actual effort into something as simple as drawing lines on a map like I am just some British noble who gives absolutely no shits about anything and anyone.
Magoose
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Fuck it, some Win conditions that seem reasonable enough with our current rolls going on
The Army with a State:
Have 100% of your population be a member of the military (Out of a population of 10,000 Adults living there permanently)
Up From Nothing, we lead the Way:
In one Industry, have it be Cutting Edge Level.
The Conference Table
Successfully host an international mediation that ends a dispute.
Fortuna Favet Fortibus:
Take part in a war, and not only survive but Thrive!
I Love Democracy:
When you reach a population of over Ten Thousand permanent residents. Win an election within your own nation, with more than 60% of the vote, without election fraud.
The World Ends With You
Hold the Fate of the Entire world in your hand, and Choose to save it, or kill it.
Money!
Have a GDP Per Capita of 10 million (US) dollars per person without having Hyperinflation occur in the US.
In the End, there is only one thing that Matters, Love
Legalize LGBTQ Rights in the Entire World.
New World Order:
Join the Nuclear Club, and become a G20 Nation
Since You Can't Agree on Anything, Neither of You Get It!:
Annex the Halaib Triangle from Egypt and Sudan.
The Army with a State:
Have 100% of your population be a member of the military (Out of a population of 10,000 Adults living there permanently)
Up From Nothing, we lead the Way:
In one Industry, have it be Cutting Edge Level.
The Conference Table
Successfully host an international mediation that ends a dispute.
Fortuna Favet Fortibus:
Take part in a war, and not only survive but Thrive!
I Love Democracy:
When you reach a population of over Ten Thousand permanent residents. Win an election within your own nation, with more than 60% of the vote, without election fraud.
The World Ends With You
Hold the Fate of the Entire world in your hand, and Choose to save it, or kill it.
Money!
Have a GDP Per Capita of 10 million (US) dollars per person without having Hyperinflation occur in the US.
In the End, there is only one thing that Matters, Love
Legalize LGBTQ Rights in the Entire World.
New World Order:
Join the Nuclear Club, and become a G20 Nation
Since You Can't Agree on Anything, Neither of You Get It!:
Annex the Halaib Triangle from Egypt and Sudan.
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All we need is to Fulton some boys from the Nigerian Civil war and the two next door and I'll say we are half way there!!
This is the Endgame…Let's redraw some borders.
Magoose
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You don't have an airbase, helicopters or even Fulton to even preform metal gear levels of insanity.
While I love the enthusiasm you do have to you know… build something.
To you know, actually house them.
So just pull a British empire and steal land from the natives?
Well we can't be any worse then the British?
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Er, have we named our nation yet? Or it's just a no-name nation in the war torn hellscape of Africa.
~The Red Monarchist~
I was really interested in the character of Elisebeth Spencer, so I decided to write a omake for the first time. Hope you like it.
~The Red Monarchist~
When a person first hears about the walking contradiction that is Elisebeth Spencer, the first question they usually ask is how on Earth can a person from one of Britain's most richest and oldest noble families possibly claim to be utterly devoted to the monarchy and upholding the values of the British empire while simultaneously being a Communist and committed to the idea of world revolution? If you were to ask Elisebeth Spencer herself, you would find yourself hearing a confusing mixture of inconsistent and illogical arguments, self-contradictory statements with no basis in reality and a highly "unique" interpretation of what the Communist Manifesto was really about. To really understand the character of Elisebeth Spencer though, one must understand her past.
Elisebeth Spencer was born out of wedlock to her mother Victoria Spencer, who had a fling with a Asian Communist bureaucrat who had been travelling overseas. Despite being shunned by her peers due to her circumstances of birth, her grandfather doted on her, and Elisebeth grew up to have a near fanatical loyalty to the British empire. Young Elisebeth's life however would take a radical change when she was kidnapped by members of the Red British Army, a radical left wing terrorist group.
The organization demanded $20 million dollars for the safe return of Elisebeth Spencer and the release of their imprisoned members. Meanwhile, while they were waiting for their demands to be met, the group attempted to "enlighten" Elisebeth to the virtues of communism through the use of hypnotism, mind altering drugs and electroconvulsive therapy. After two months of grueling investigation, British police were finally able to locate and raid the secret headquarters of the RBA, and safely return the young woman to her mother.
However, it soon became clear that the experience had deeply altered Elisebeth. She would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, occasionally experience visual and auditory hallucinations, and would rant constantly to anyone who would listen about how the British Empire could be saved through the blood and sweat of Communism. Her mother was understandably deeply concerned about Elisebeth's condition and had begun making plans to send her to a mental institution. However, such plans were literally derailed when Victoria Spenser and a dozen others were killed in a railway accident. Being the only living heir of her grandfather, Elisebeth inherited all of his wealth to do with as she pleased. By then though, she had become quite the outcast in British society and so, she began looking for a new place to call home and to spread revolution...
~The Red Monarchist~
When a person first hears about the walking contradiction that is Elisebeth Spencer, the first question they usually ask is how on Earth can a person from one of Britain's most richest and oldest noble families possibly claim to be utterly devoted to the monarchy and upholding the values of the British empire while simultaneously being a Communist and committed to the idea of world revolution? If you were to ask Elisebeth Spencer herself, you would find yourself hearing a confusing mixture of inconsistent and illogical arguments, self-contradictory statements with no basis in reality and a highly "unique" interpretation of what the Communist Manifesto was really about. To really understand the character of Elisebeth Spencer though, one must understand her past.
Elisebeth Spencer was born out of wedlock to her mother Victoria Spencer, who had a fling with a Asian Communist bureaucrat who had been travelling overseas. Despite being shunned by her peers due to her circumstances of birth, her grandfather doted on her, and Elisebeth grew up to have a near fanatical loyalty to the British empire. Young Elisebeth's life however would take a radical change when she was kidnapped by members of the Red British Army, a radical left wing terrorist group.
The organization demanded $20 million dollars for the safe return of Elisebeth Spencer and the release of their imprisoned members. Meanwhile, while they were waiting for their demands to be met, the group attempted to "enlighten" Elisebeth to the virtues of communism through the use of hypnotism, mind altering drugs and electroconvulsive therapy. After two months of grueling investigation, British police were finally able to locate and raid the secret headquarters of the RBA, and safely return the young woman to her mother.
However, it soon became clear that the experience had deeply altered Elisebeth. She would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, occasionally experience visual and auditory hallucinations, and would rant constantly to anyone who would listen about how the British Empire could be saved through the blood and sweat of Communism. Her mother was understandably deeply concerned about Elisebeth's condition and had begun making plans to send her to a mental institution. However, such plans were literally derailed when Victoria Spenser and a dozen others were killed in a railway accident. Being the only living heir of her grandfather, Elisebeth inherited all of his wealth to do with as she pleased. By then though, she had become quite the outcast in British society and so, she began looking for a new place to call home and to spread revolution...
Magoose
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Actually, the final creation turn is coming, and it's going to be naming the nation.
Your title as leader.
And the Objectives you are setting out for yourselves.
I love it!
@digital2 choose your reward!
-[]+10 to Economic Rolls
-[]Elesebeth Spencer has a few more insane ideas.
-[]Trust the Facts that History will Judge these Events Honorably
Turn 4: We Begin, and We Shall Remain, Together:
Magoose
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Turn 4: We Begin, and We Shall Remain, Together:
You looked at the large crates of rifles and realized that there was far too much for two people to catalog by hand. "Please tell me they left a list?" You asked as you saw Ma twirl a revolver that was unloaded, a new .44 magnum that she had seen in that American movie you both enjoyed.
Dirty Harry, you think it was?
There were many things that were left behind by the men you… Well dispatched with extreme prejudice indicated that they possibly, under the smallest chances of Hell, could have stood a chance.
They did not. So it was possible that becoming a monster out of stories and dispatching them with ease so practiced that if anyone saw it, they would have considered you a soldier trained from birth.
Now that was not something you wished to spread as a rumor until you had a villa worth a damn. With air conditioning, a pool, and enough of a view where you would watch your lovely wife strip down and-
Ehem… Practice her combative techniques.
MA rested her head on your shoulder, with a ledger. "My Arabic is shit, but It read, 1,000 rifles, five million rounds of ammo, 10,000 Grenades, 500 pounds of plastic explosives, and some old jeeps that don't work."
You frowned. Really, this place was an armory? Not a living bunker with Air conditioning! Why the hell would some idiots run around in the desert without a place to stay, did they have another base somewhere else?
You sighed. "You know when we came here, I was hoping we wouldn't have to be fighting anymore. We'd build something for each other."
Ma frowned. "You'll never change Li." Her statement made you join her expression. "You keep on saying that this time will be different. That we won't be fighting anymore."
"We won't!" You protested.
"That's the problem. You keep saying we won't, but you know deep down you enjoy it, and that I enjoy it too. So let's stop lying to each other about that." She replied.
"Than what do you want me to say? I really want to change?"
"You're just giving yourself an excuse. You may want to lead, but that's just it. You want to be a leader of people like us."
"I don't think there are people like us. We're all insane and crazy and broken."
"And why are we in the desert, if we're not insane, broken, and crazy," Ma stated. "Maybe we just needed a change of scenery after Vietnam."
You smiled. "So… What shall we call our personal paradise?"
"I'll let you figure that out, my dear leader. Only if you remember that you are mine." Ma said, nuzzling your neck.
Yeah, it would be well if you remember.
[NATION NAME]
What is the name of the nation you are controlling?
-[] (Due to being from Guangchou, the longer the better.)
[Title of Leader]
Well, you can't just make this thing all casual? What will people call you?
-[] (What is your Title, oh Great Leader? Please note that if it's extremely long, you will get a social malus, this isn't Asia, this is Africa. Most of them like short names, at least the well-educated ones who will be giving a shit about you)
[Objectives!]
You can't just bumble your way through this, you need a plan. And a good one for what you want to do.
-[]Write in
AN: Enjoy and Vote in plan format.
You looked at the large crates of rifles and realized that there was far too much for two people to catalog by hand. "Please tell me they left a list?" You asked as you saw Ma twirl a revolver that was unloaded, a new .44 magnum that she had seen in that American movie you both enjoyed.
Dirty Harry, you think it was?
There were many things that were left behind by the men you… Well dispatched with extreme prejudice indicated that they possibly, under the smallest chances of Hell, could have stood a chance.
They did not. So it was possible that becoming a monster out of stories and dispatching them with ease so practiced that if anyone saw it, they would have considered you a soldier trained from birth.
Now that was not something you wished to spread as a rumor until you had a villa worth a damn. With air conditioning, a pool, and enough of a view where you would watch your lovely wife strip down and-
Ehem… Practice her combative techniques.
MA rested her head on your shoulder, with a ledger. "My Arabic is shit, but It read, 1,000 rifles, five million rounds of ammo, 10,000 Grenades, 500 pounds of plastic explosives, and some old jeeps that don't work."
You frowned. Really, this place was an armory? Not a living bunker with Air conditioning! Why the hell would some idiots run around in the desert without a place to stay, did they have another base somewhere else?
You sighed. "You know when we came here, I was hoping we wouldn't have to be fighting anymore. We'd build something for each other."
Ma frowned. "You'll never change Li." Her statement made you join her expression. "You keep on saying that this time will be different. That we won't be fighting anymore."
"We won't!" You protested.
"That's the problem. You keep saying we won't, but you know deep down you enjoy it, and that I enjoy it too. So let's stop lying to each other about that." She replied.
"Than what do you want me to say? I really want to change?"
"You're just giving yourself an excuse. You may want to lead, but that's just it. You want to be a leader of people like us."
"I don't think there are people like us. We're all insane and crazy and broken."
"And why are we in the desert, if we're not insane, broken, and crazy," Ma stated. "Maybe we just needed a change of scenery after Vietnam."
You smiled. "So… What shall we call our personal paradise?"
"I'll let you figure that out, my dear leader. Only if you remember that you are mine." Ma said, nuzzling your neck.
Yeah, it would be well if you remember.
[NATION NAME]
What is the name of the nation you are controlling?
-[] (Due to being from Guangchou, the longer the better.)
[Title of Leader]
Well, you can't just make this thing all casual? What will people call you?
-[] (What is your Title, oh Great Leader? Please note that if it's extremely long, you will get a social malus, this isn't Asia, this is Africa. Most of them like short names, at least the well-educated ones who will be giving a shit about you)
[Objectives!]
You can't just bumble your way through this, you need a plan. And a good one for what you want to do.
-[]Write in
AN: Enjoy and Vote in plan format.
Did she just kill the dudes in the truck?
This is all I got for now. I gotta get some sleep. I'll come back tomorrow to think about the objectives and add tomorrow
[X] [Plan] I want peace dammit!
-[X] [Name] Green Hearth, Paradise Of Badasses!
-[X] [Title] Lorde (with an 'e')
-[X] [Objectives]
--[X] To build up a paradise worthy of all your days.
---[X] Then make your Father Public Enemy #1
--[X] Free Health Care
--[X] To celebrate all our success by proposeing to my wife to remarry her. On our villa!
This is all I got for now. I gotta get some sleep. I'll come back tomorrow to think about the objectives and add tomorrow
[X] [Plan] I want peace dammit!
-[X] [Name] Green Hearth, Paradise Of Badasses!
-[X] [Title] Lorde (with an 'e')
-[X] [Objectives]
--[X] To build up a paradise worthy of all your days.
---[X] Then make your Father Public Enemy #1
--[X] Free Health Care
--[X] To celebrate all our success by proposeing to my wife to remarry her. On our villa!
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[X] Plan Outside of Heaven
[NATION NAME]
-[X] The Majestic and Mighty Lands of Wài Tiāntáng, Lords of the War and Desert, Breakers of the Swordsmen.
[Title of Leader]
Well, you can't just make this thing all casual? What will people call you?
--[X] The Mighty Mercenary Lord of Man, She Who Conquered the Desert and Commander of the Armies. AKA Lord of Generals or Just Lord.
[Objectives!]
---[]Form Mercenary Nation that will stand the Test of Time if possible.
---[]Get Rich enough to buy all the land from Here to the Coast and build some Ocean Front Property.
---[]Make all your Mercenary Freinds Come to the Swapmeet every year.
---[]Universal Healthcare for Mercenaries and your people.
---[]Be as Good as our Ego Demands us! Also, invent a robust economy.
[NATION NAME]
-[X] The Majestic and Mighty Lands of Wài Tiāntáng, Lords of the War and Desert, Breakers of the Swordsmen.
[Title of Leader]
Well, you can't just make this thing all casual? What will people call you?
--[X] The Mighty Mercenary Lord of Man, She Who Conquered the Desert and Commander of the Armies. AKA Lord of Generals or Just Lord.
[Objectives!]
---[]Form Mercenary Nation that will stand the Test of Time if possible.
---[]Get Rich enough to buy all the land from Here to the Coast and build some Ocean Front Property.
---[]Make all your Mercenary Freinds Come to the Swapmeet every year.
---[]Universal Healthcare for Mercenaries and your people.
---[]Be as Good as our Ego Demands us! Also, invent a robust economy.
Magoose
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You and your wife killed all 100 people that were in the bunker, and used thermite to burn their corpses.
Everyone is dead, and they could not be recruited.
I knew you couldn't resist the Metal Gear Reference.
Does that mean we will be dismantling the Mecha programs all over the world to prevent the nukes from being used?
@HeroCooky I think you should be worried that we may decide to raid the most glorious nation to destroy Mecha.
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You are gold, I am gold... Are we all gold?
[X] Plan Outside of Heaven
But I would suggest: Masters of Magic from Another World, And War in the name of Peace!
But I'm so lazy...
But I would suggest: Masters of Magic from Another World, And War in the name of Peace!
But I'm so lazy...
[X] Plan Outside of Heaven
Micronation Name Arsenal
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Micronation Name Arsenal
Infantry
- Footman: Armed with FN-FAL rifles. Can capture buildings.
- RPG Carrier: Anti-armor infantry. Can capture buildings
- Barrack Buster: Support infantry. Lob mortar shells. Effective against infantry and structures.
- Sniper: Anti-infantry. Can cloak. Reveal when fired.
- Li Mia: Micronation Hero.
- Dozer: Construction Vehicle.
- GAZ-MM: Resource/Transport vehicle.
- GAZ-AA: AA vehicles.
- T54/55: Main Battle Tank.
- M8 Greyhound: Armored Car.
- Mi-6: Can transport up to 15 soldiers or 2 vehicles. Can be upgraded with weapons.
- Supermarine Spitfire: Fighter aircraft
Structures
- Fortified House: Headquarter.
- Bicycle Range : Power production.
- Supply Storage: Supply drop-off point.
- Recruit Center: Infantry production.
- Motor Pool: Vehicle production.
- Runway: Aircraft production.
- Bounty Guild: Secondary resource structure.
- Cantina: Intelligent/Tech Support structures.
- 8.8 cm Flak: Anti-armor and Anti-air artillery.
- Foxhole: Hastily dug fighting position. Can be garrisoned by 5 infantries. Can be upgraded with Sandbags or Camo Net.
- Molotov Cocktails: Improvised Incendiary grenade. Allow infantry to clear garrison.
- Quad AA: Replace GAZ-AA worn weaponry with a quad-AA gun.
- Jury rigged tools: Slowly heal vehicles and aircrafts.
- Loose Lips: Cantina upgrade. Briefly reveal a random location when capturing an enemy.
General's Promotion
- Black Market Connection: 10% price decrease for all units and upgrades.
- Guerilla Training: 5% speed increase to infantry. when in desert, jungles/
- High Value Targets: Capture enemy units to gain a hefty sum of cash.
- Soldier of Fortune: Every 1:45, gain a random infantry squad as reinforcement.
- One with Nature: Partially negate all terrain malus.
- Advanced Bonus Payment: Spend 2000$, units in target area will fight harder for 35s
@Magoose, I come bearing gift. Here is a low quality CnC Faction Arsenal omake.
[X] Plan Outside of Heaven
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Did you mean "Objectives" as in "where do you see your micronation in 10 years?" or "what are you doing with the next 6 months?" Because I'm seeing a lot of column A, no column B, and I don't want us to screw ourselves thereby.
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[X] Plan Outside of Heaven