Darkness had descended upon Europe. From the coasts of the Atlantic to the marshes of Poland, stretched a colossus of evil. Nazi Germany ruled with an iron fist, oppressing all who dissented. Poland had been first, torn between two flanks. Gallant Belgium had fought hard, but there would be no Ypres this war. The Dutch had never anticipated the weight of arms that fell across their border.
Even France, brave France, had been overrun with her armies melting into the country. Nothing seemed able to stop the darkness, save the waters of the English Channel. Europe would become the home of madmen, and their thousand year Reich.
Or so a future historian may describe it.
In the heat of the moment, your mind didn't even think of that. Your feet were burning. Your legs felt like they would fall apart any second. Lungs strained to suck in air. Tears fell across soot stained cheeks.
And you ran away from everything you had known. Your home burning to the ground with your family inside. If not for working in the forests, you would be with them. Instead, you had come home to see laughing Nazi soldiers leaving a ruined home. You had watched as your only place to belong was destroyed. It had taken everything you had to not run out and get yourself killed.
No.
You hadn't charged those laughing monsters. Nor had you tried to fight. Instead, you had run into the forest. You knew there were men out here who could help you. Your father had known them, and given them food when they needed it. That was why the Nazis had come.
As much as you wanted to hate them for that, you couldn't. They were just men fighting for their lives. And, most importantly, as your eyes dripped tears and your legs strained...
They would help you get revenge on those bastards.
This you swore, as you ran into the depths of the forest that you had known since you were a child. A forest that would be your new home, with the fighters against the Nazi oppression. The men who wore the same tattered flag you had wrapped around your arm...
[] The Tricolor of France. The government had become collaborators, but the people still fought. Life as a maquis would not be easy, but you knew that the people would help you as your father had helped. And Britain was still supporting the French people, however they could. (Easy difficulty)
[] The Cross of Norway. From the cold of the Arctic, the mountains of the Fjords and down to the Swedish forests. Your nation may not be the most famous or the strongest, but your people were brave. The Norwegians would never bow the knee to foreign invaders, and you would prove that. (Medium difficulty)
[] The White-Red of Poland. First to fight, first to fall, first to rebel. The Polish people knew hardship. They knew what it meant to lose their nation. And they would not stand for it, again. Even if it required fighting both Germans and Russians. It wouldn't be the first time the Poles had done this, even if the flags of the oppressors had changed. Poland would be free again! (Hard difficulty)
[X] The Tricolor of Germany. The true Germany. Not every German had supported Hitler and his madmen. Not every German supported them, even as the masses cheered in the streets at the rash of victories. Some remembered where the Nazis had started. Those who supported the crown or the Republic were few and scattered, but they remained. Still...it seemed almost impossible to imagine a victory. ( Ultra-Hard-Modo)
The wild ride that is my muse never ends. Thus we have this. I'm sure it won't end badly at all.
Anyhoo! This is clearly a historical quest, set in WW2. I blame playing Medal of Honor again (more on that later) for this one. The purpose of this quest is to play the role of a Resistance fighter during the height of the war in Europe. Your goals are simple. Get revenge for your family, and try to throw the Germans (or Nazis, depending) out of your country. Simple?
Far from it. Playing guerrilla is not easy or simple. It is hard. Especially in a situation such as this, where the governments and armies and air forces and navies have fallen. Even the simplest goals seem far from reach, when fighting a continent spanning juggernaut.
But that won't stop you from trying, will it?
Next post will start setting up the mechanics, and from there, the quest.