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    Chapter 1: Timeline

    2005: The United States, recovering from a depression, decides to rebuild it’s economy. Massive public works projects, employing millions of laid off Americans are started. Various reforms are passed without opposition. Taxes are raised back to pre-2001 levels. Free national healthcare is introduced. The economy begins to function very well, as the budget surplus, the GDP, and wages soar, to the tune of unemployment dropping like a rock in Jupiter’s gravitational field. Thanks to NAFTA, the prosperity is shared by the US’s two largest neighbors, Mexico and Canada. At the same time, Project Cavalier, in conjunction with Project Sherwood II, is initiated. The two are research efforts in the fields of beam weapons and fusion power, respectively.
    2006: At this point, after around half a century of intermingling, the US and Canada are more or less culturally homogenous, with the exception of Quebec and the fact that the average IQ is usually higher north of the border. Talks between the Canadian Prime Minister and the American President regarding the possibility of something akin to a European Union begin.
    2007: The United States and Canada form the North American Union. Although they do not merge outright, they standardize a new currency, a new collective constitution, and a similar governmental body. A few months later, Mexico decides to hop onto the bandwagon and joins the Union.
    2008: In Russia, what is later to be known as the Great Upheaval begins. The government, racked with corruption and strife, simply collapses, as does order. The situation spirals into anarchy and chaos. An army, led by an ambitious general by the name of Boris Nikulin, marches west towards Moscow, with the aim of making Boris Nikulin the leader of a resurrected Soviet Union. Meanwhile, in North America, things are going VERY well indeed, so well, in fact, that the United States decides to assert it’s dominance. There is an international uproar but little action as the NAU gives way to the United States of North America. At this point, since adding all those stars to the flag is getting highly inconvenient, they are replaced by a simple stylized white border of the USNA’s territories. Now, the USNA, feeling expansionistic, simply absorbs Central America, all the way to the Colombian border, everything in the Caribbean, and finally, Greenland. However, the USNA remains a democracy. In the Sherwood II secret testing labs, the prototype FR. 42 reactor creates a self sustaining fusion reaction for the very first time. Work on a new, more compact FR. 50 reactor begins. At the same time, Cavalier is stepped up. The focus is shifted from battlefield beam weapons to a laser based ABM system. Back in Asia, China, taking advantage of Russia’s condition, invades and occupies much of Siberia, just as Nikulin takes the capital of Moscow and proclaims the existence of the Novaya Soyuz--the New Soviet Union.
    2009: In Europe, the EU, seeing what is happening in the world around them, decide to do what the Americans have done. They form the Union of Europe, encompassing all of Continental Europe and Asia Minor, with the exception of European Russia. Britain chooses to remain independent. The Sherwood FR. 42 reactor is used for the first time at a power plant on a trial basis. It provides power for several rural farming communities in the American Midwest. Project Hoplite, an effort to develop a battlefield power armor, is initiated. The Cavalier ABM system, powered by three FR. 42 reactors rigged together in a highly haphazard arrangement, enters service trials. It is found to be satisfactory, except for the reactor battery, which is just downright inefficient. As such, work on the FR. 132, basically an overglorified FR. 42, is begun. In Russia, Boris Nikulin drives the Chinese out of Siberia, and comes face to face with the new Siberian republic, a large state with the capital at Vladivostok. The Civil War begins.
    2010: FR. 132 is rigged to Cavalier laser system. Proves to be satisfactory. A battery of eight FR. 132 reactors is installed at Vancouver and provides power to a good part of British Columbia on a trial basis. Work on FR. 50, a relatively compact reactor, is finished, while work on the commercial FR. 500 is begun. Prototype M-9 Hoplite Alpha, essentially a US army test type exoskeleton with full armor and a hydrogen powered internal combustion engine, enters trials. First fuel cell powered car enters consumer market. Plans for a nationwide network of fusion plants are begun. China, annoyed with defeat in Siberia, goes south and absorbs a good part of Southeast Asia. Japan, Indonesia, and Australia ally with the USA against the threat of the Chinese, while Boris Nikulin wrests full control over Russia. The Russians, eager to defend themselves against the Chinese, send aid to their neighbors on the Chinese border to form a buffer zone. However, the border is still a scene of many minor skirmishes, some of which turn into downright undeclared wars. It is a hot zone in the purest sense of the word.
    2010: A Cavalier ABM system enters field trials when it is deployed at Grand Forks Air Force Base. It proves very effective during both computer simulations and live fire testing. The laser manages to take out most of the incoming RVs. The study concludes that two Cavalier ABM systems operating in conjunction could be almost 100% effective for most nuclear strikes, in heavily targeted areas, five or so would do the trick. Nuclear war begins to look winnable once more…The M9 Hoplite Alpha finishes service trials, the main complaint being the fact that it is unsuited for extended operations. So, the M9 Hoplite Beta enters the planning stage. It is to have a “diaper” system (self explanatory) and extensive internal air-cooling, padding, and the like. The ultimate goal is for the operational vehicle to be ‘something that you could sleep overnight in quite comfortably,’ to quote the official report. Project Sargon begins. It is an effort to apply AI technology to battlefield applications. An M1A3 is retrofitted as a Sargon ATP (Automated Target Persecution) testbed. It is an M1A3 equipped with a Cray optical computer, linked to a sensor battery. It is designed to be capable of operating independently on the battlefield. It does fine in small scale engagements with computer simulations, but an operational, practical system is a long, long way off, as the stupidity of the system indicates. In one particularly funny incident, one of the tanks, pursuing a squad of enemy infantry, runs off of a cliff. Again, an operational system is a long way off. Work on the M1A4, a next-generation M1 Abrams, is begun. Basically, it’s an M1 with advanced battlefield computers on board, as well as a closed-cycle hydrogen combustion engine that recycles it’s own exhaust of water, giving it effectively unlimited range. In the civilian market, fuel cell cars rapidly outpace conventional vehicles, due to rapidly rising gas prices. OPEC’s days are clearly numbered. Uhh…make that decades. No, years…
    2011: Hydrogen fuel cell cars now control most of market. OPEC begins panicking. US still takes in sizeable amount of petroleum for plastics, though. M1A4 prototype, basically a butchered M1A3 with a stretch hull, enters trials and performs well. Modification kits distributed to US Army to refit M1A3s. A test FR. 500 goes online in Portland, Oregon, and provides power for most of the region. M9 Hoplite Beta is declared fit for service and enters series production at Baker Industrial’s (the company chosen to manufacture such equipment, by contract) Salt Lake City plant. US army infantry begins training on the limited number of suits available, and a special elite trial battalion is formed to gain experience with the new weapon, as the military is being restructured. Large scale manufacture of FR. 500 reactors is begun. US aims to power country by fusion entirely by the end of FY 2020. RAND Corporation, under a commission from Boeing, performs a study on the subject of asteroid mining, which is found to be ‘feasible in the near, that is, 10-20 year, future.’ In the newly formed Union of New Russian Republics (the Russian in the sense of the region and such) a combat exoskeleton program, codenamed Project 12, is begun. The first suit of the series, known as the 1K01, codenamed ‘Ivan,’ enters the design stage. In the US, General Electronics, basically Microsoft risen from the grave, begins working in cooperation with US on Project Sargon. The Hot Zone between Russia and China goes hot in a very ugly fashion. The whole thing begins when a Chinese reconnaissance platoon wanders off course and falls afoul of a Russian MG squad, and is massacred as a consequence. The local Chinese commander, outraged, sends a platoon across to recover the corpses, but this too is repulsed. The Russians, angry at these incursions and growing suspicious, go on alert. The Chinese misinterpret this, and send an entire company across, at which point things get ugly. A firefight breaks out and the Russian send a raid across the border, attacking Chinese bases and fortifications. A Russian battalion surrounds and falls on a Chinese camp, slaughtering several hundred, as the Chinese and Russian armies attack each other. The whole thing is stopped by the UN, but not before around 3,000 troops total are brutally killed. It is something like the skirmishes between the Soviets and Japanese over 70 years previously. It also foreshadows things to come.
    2012: The Japanese and their Australian allies begin to notice the imperialistic rumblings of their unpleasant neighbor, China. A general military buildup, with Japan remilitarizing, begins. The whole union gets extensive aid from the USA. The Japanese, seeing the new American exoskeletons, step up research on industrial models, and in the same year, the Honda Worker, a general purpose industrial ES, enters mass production. It sells quite well, first in Japan, then in the rest of the world where it is introduced two years later. Project Sargon bears fruit with the M1A4—2. The M1A4—2 is an unusual vehicle. It has, for the first time, a respectable AI capability. But it isn’t quite battle worthy, at least not yet. It can still be driven off of cliffs. Around a quarter of the US army is now equipped with exoskeletons, namely, Hoplite Betas. Since practically everything in the Army is fuel cell powered, the US Army needs very little oil.

    And so, our story begins...but not until I get feedback!
    Now just don't go forming any angry mobs now, you hear?

  • #2
    Chapter 1: Planning

    General Cunningham sat in the meeting room, his hands folded atop the table. His face was frozen in a cold stare as he watched the presentation. It was, to him at least, frightening. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, to his neck, onto his uniform.
    “…and furthermore, intelligence indicates that the Chinese are embarking on an extensive military buildup. As you all know, at this point, the Chinese military is the largest in the entire world. But it is quite primitive. At this time, the Chinese are developing exoskeletons with which to equip the People’s Liberation Army. This is going to make them a humongous threat, as one and a half million exoskeleton equipped troops are dangerous at any rate. Any questions?”
    Cunningham stood up, wiping the sweat from his brow. When everyone saw his heavily stained jacket, they had to make a consciously visible effort to prevent from laughing. But they burst into snickering nonetheless. Cunningham rolled his eyes and mumbled something underneath his breath, at which point everyone stopped.
    “Ahh…that’s much better. Now the reason I have called you all here today, besides watching this intelligence briefing, is to discuss strategic planning.” Cunningham sat back down, but still continued. “As you saw in the presentation, we and our allies are no longer the only ones with modern equipment. Our rivals and potential enemies are arming themselves with exoskeletons and other advanced weapons as well. Now these may not match our equipment in quality, now or ever, but they are more than a match for our forces in quantity. Something has to be done, for if it isn’t, in event of war, our forces will be overwhelmed and slaughtered, and so on, and so forth. So, any suggestions?”
    One of the generals, a General Maxwell, stood up.
    “I have an idea, sir.”
    “What is it?”
    “Well, sir, we could divide our enemies. The Russians and Chinese are at loggerheads with each other. Maybe we could provoke them to fight to make sure they stay weak and divided. In short, let’s use our surplus of brains to make up for our shortage of brawn. Divide and conquer.”
    “That is an excellent idea,” he said, as a deranged grin crossed his face, his back slumped, and his hands began rubbing against each other in anticipation. “But I have one that will provide us with a little more…amusement.” The entire room joined Cunningham in his deranged, evil laughter.
    Now just don't go forming any angry mobs now, you hear?

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    • #3
      Well? Feedback, please.
      Now just don't go forming any angry mobs now, you hear?

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      • #4
        Oh well, at least those bozos think they are smart. I hope China kicks their fat butts!
        Here is an interesting scenario to check out. The Vietnam war is cool.

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        • #5
          Chapter 2

          The Russian—Chinese border was and still is a hot zone in every sense of the word. Everyone knows it. It was a very hard learned lesson. Although China and Russia are officially at peace, it’s still very dangerous. Two enormous armed camps, barely a kilometer away at most, face each other, armed to the teeth, armed and always ready for action. With that kind of testosterone involved, things are going to get out of hand, sooner or later. So…what happened exactly? What went wrong? As it turned out, it came from the outside, in the form of an unusual visitor…
          “Alright,” said General Cunningham. “General Maxwell here has a very good idea. But how do we get them to fight?” There was a general hum of noise and discussion. “Any ideas?”
          Everyone sat back in their overstuffed executive chairs, stroking their chin and wrinkling their brows in contemplation. After a few moments, everyone stopped stroking their chins and furrowing their brows, sat up, and began conversing. Gradually, one of the ideas traveled to General Cunningham.
          “Okay,” said General Windsor. “We intervene in one of their training exercises…and cause them to attack each other…and deliberately worsen the situation so they attack each other and blow each other to little smithereens.”
          “Good idea,” said General Cunningham. “And how do we do that?”
          “We’ve cracked their codes wide open. We can fake a communiqué and order an attack. We can issue this to all their forces.”
          Another general raised his hand.
          “Ahh, General Velar. Always good to hear your ideas.”
          “We don’t have to turn them on each other,” he said in his deep, booming, throaty voice. It was easy to see why he was nicknamed Vader. “We can attack ourselves. We just order an attack on a trumped up charge using faked evidence. If it worked a decade ago for an utter moron, it can work today for a team of highly intelligent people.”
          A third general, General Williams, voiced his opinion as well.
          “Why not do both? We can divert the Chinese military to the north against the Russians, and then we can attack their major cities while their armies are in the north!”
          “Excellent idea, Williams! Excellent. We can kill two birds with three stones. Excellent!” And the room broke out in evil laughter yet again.
          Now just don't go forming any angry mobs now, you hear?

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          • #6
            Chapter 3

            Cunningham sat there, a look of giddy delight on his face. He pushed a button on the table in front of him. A buzzer rang, the door opened, and in walked one of Cunningham’s assistants. This one was robotic…a cart with a robot arm. The arm felt around on the table, grabbed Cunningham in the wrong spot a couple of times, and finally got the thick file folder in it’s pincer claws. Then, it rolled off.
            “Damn it!” said Cunningham. “Whenever I have an evil plan, the robot seems to want to hurt me. That is weird.”
            Meanwhile, halfway around the world or so, other events were unfolding elsewhere, slightly later…
            It was the dead of night in Central Asia. The sun had sunk below the horizon, and night had begun. It was a very cloudy night, and there was no moonlight shining down…only the dull, bluish glow of many a streetlight. And high above, other events were unfolding.
            Ten thousand meters up, above the dark grey clouds, in the light of the moon, there was the small jet transport. Inside was a team of rather hormonal Special Forces troops, in civilian clothing, carrying easily concealable equipment. Their mission was to make trouble and to get the two armies on the opposite side to attack each other. And how were they to do that? Well, they hadn’t quite figured out what they were going to do, but they sure were going to do it.
            Now just don't go forming any angry mobs now, you hear?

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            • #7
              Chapter 4

              The commando team, fueled by a combination of adrenaline, testosterone, and experimental strength enhancing drugs, lined up one by one in the hold of the transport, facing the door. After a few seconds, the door slowly opened, until the ground rushed by underneath at a high speed. The red light above the door switched to green. And so it began. The commander, who was first in line, charged out of the rear, his parachute deploying automatically. He was followed a few seconds later by a private, who was followed by another, and another and another. After about two minutes, the two squads were deployed. The cargo hold door swung shut, and the transport zoomed away, avoiding detection by flying freakishly low. The two teams, now on the ground, auto-stowed their parachutes and assembled. Within five minutes, they were huddled together on the steppe, concealed by the tall grass and the night.
              “Okay,” said the Sergeant, “the time has come.” He rummaged around in his pocket and produced a brown envelope. Taking out a black letter opener, he worked it under the flap and pushed, opening the envelope. Sliding in a gloved hand, he pulled out the contents. “Our orders are as follows,” he whispered noisily. “Squad One, under my command, will proceed to the Chinese command post at Objective Alpha. Squad Two will go to the Russian command post at Objective Beta. Once there, both teams will take control of the posts by stealth. After that has happened, Squads One and Two will hack into the computer networks and order an attack. For good measure, Squads Three and Four, inserted on another plane, shall hijack a few Chinese and Russian tanks, blow some stuff up, and raise hell in general. The intention is to get the two massive armies to attack each other. Once that has happened, there is no going back internationally between the Russians and Chinese. All right, that is all. Move out!” At this point, he took the papers, undid his helmet (they were wearing exoskeletons) and ate the orders, after which he put his helmet back on.
              The Sergeant stood up, and swung his hand in the direction of Objective Alpha, signaling Squad One to follow him. And they proceeded, walking through the tall grass of the steppe, pushing it out of the way, hunching down to avoid detection. Finally, after a few minutes, the squad reached it’s objective: the Chinese command post. “Okay,” said the Sergeant. “This is it.”
              A light breeze was blowing across the steppe, and the grass swayed to and fro. The whole squad, the nine privates and the sergeant leading them, tiptoed towards the post, toward the chain link fence. Private Barrett hunched down and looked around. He pointed at the fence, at a Chinese sentry with an AK patrolling the fence. “Kill him,” the Sergeant whispered. Barrett prostrated himself and crawled forward, towards the sentry, who was looking up at the sky, smoking a cigarette. He pulled his knife from the sheath, and crawled behind the sentry, who seemed to slip and fall down. Putting his hand over the sentry’s mouth, Barrett put the knife to the sentry’s throat, and thinking better of it, put it back in the sheath. Instead, he grabbed the sentry’s throat, and squeezed, until the sentry was unconscious. “Good to go,” he mouthed. “Not dead, but he won’t come to in quite a while.” The squad, behind Barrett, made it’s way to a section of fence that looked unguarded. Barrett began to dig. After a few minutes, he had produced a hole big enough for everyone to crawl through. As usual, Barrett led the way, crawling stealthily to the large corrugated steel building with an antenna on the roof. Making his way into a narrow space between the command building and a storehouse, he made his way to a ventilation duct opening, which he crawled into. It led into a grate, in the middle of the room. Barrett raised his head and the grate, peeking into the room. He raised his silenced pistol, loaded with tranquilized darts, and fired. The room was clean. He ran to the command console, looked for the appropriate button, pushed it, and pushed several more, until he saw an overhead map. It looked like Squads Two, Three and Four had done their jobs. With the push of a button, Squad One did it’s job as well.
              Now just don't go forming any angry mobs now, you hear?

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              • #8
                Chapter 5

                All across the Sino--Soviet border, Chinese and Russian units were opening fire on each other. First came the artillery bombardment, followed by tank and infantry cross border raids. And all this was monitored by US spy satellites. After about half an hour, the conflict was on the point of no return. The Chinese and Russians were at war. At about the same time, in naval bases in Taiwan and Japan, the US fleet charged with the raiding of China got into gear. Ships exited the harbors on a large scale and steamed towards China, their crews and soldiers feeling warm and tingly with thoughts of destruction and pillage on their minds...

                Half an hour later, the first ships hoved into view of the beach. They steamed forth until they were almost aground, then they unloaded their cargo. Hundreds of infantrymen, clads in exoskeletons, poured out of each. They got onto their inflatable Zodiac rafts and headed for shore. But it was not going to be that easy...

                "Mr. Premier! Mr. Premier! Sir! Urgent news!"

                A courier rushed in the Chinese headquarters building, running like hell. He reached the Premier, and began to talk.

                "News of American landings in the South and East, Mr. Premier! Americans! Hundreds of them!"

                "What the hell is going on!?" shouted the Premier. "First the Russians attack us, next the god damm Americans. What a lousy day!"

                "Shall we issue a diplomatic protest?" the courier asked.

                "Yes, of course, you dimwit. And order the coastal defence units to fight back!"

                The order was sent off at once.

                Now where were we...oh yes.

                Something on the order of 75,000 infantrymen were landing in the deltas of the Yangtze, Xia, and Huang He Rivers. They had the element of tactical and strategical surprise, and began to storm the beach the moment they hit it. The Chinese machine gunners and artillery took notice and opened fire. So the problems began immediately. The attacking Marines were thinned in their ranks by machine-gun fire, but it was easy. The Americans stormed the beach defenses and the coastal batteries were silenced by American artillery fire. As more and more troops, tanks, and supplies landed, the Americans found the highways, and marched north, covering over 120 miles per hour. Soon, the situation was desperate. The Chinese were being brough to their knees by both the Russians and Americans, so they decided to do the only thing they could do...use nukes. It was to be a fateful decision...
                Now just don't go forming any angry mobs now, you hear?

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                • #9
                  right you are old chap
                  Gurka 17, People of the Valley
                  I am of the Horde.

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                  • #10
                    Chapter 6

                    But there was a problem with that plan. Only minutes after the Americans had secured the landing beaches, over 1600 American paratroopers landed in the main Chinese missile fields, blowing up silos. A similar number landed near Chinese bomber bases, blowing them up completely. About the only nuclear assets the Chinese had left at this point were a whole bunch of mobile tactical nuclear launchers. The Chinese, irritated and angry, decided to do the only sensible thing they could do...talk to the Russians.

                    "Okay...Mr. Nikulin...this is the Chinese Premier."

                    "Oh, hello. Why did you attack us?"

                    "That what I've been meaning to ask you. Why?"

                    "We didn't, you attacked us first..."

                    "No, both sides set off towards each other at the same time...GRR!!! It's those American bastards! They set us up! And now they're dividing us so they can conquer us!"

                    "Let's get them!"

                    With that, the two armies stopped fighting and turned south. Over two million soldiers marched southwards, accompanied by their tanks, artillery, and vehicles. The Americans were in for some trouble now.
                    Now just don't go forming any angry mobs now, you hear?

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                    • #11
                      Chapter 7

                      "Uhh...General...I think we have a problem."
                      "What is it, courier?"
                      "Well, apparentely the Russians and Chinese got wise to us and now they are going to attack us together. They have about two million soldiers, we have 75,000. Do the math."
                      General Cunningham sat up, with a blank stare, counting on his fingers, until he fainted.
                      "ASPIRIN!" the courier yelled, as he bent down to perform CPR.

                      ****

                      Of course, the Russians and Chinese were quite desperate, as were the Americans. At this point, the Americans had seized dominance of the Xia, Yangtze, and Huang He river valleys, and rendered their nuclear arsenals useless. The Geneva Conventions were essentialy irrelevant at this point, so the Chinese were worried that the Americans would practice a scorched earth policy as they retreated. So, they decided the only way to do this was to use nukes. The Americans, because they were VERY heavily outnumbered, at more than 120 to 1, knew the only way they could survive was to use nukes. So, the Chinese, Russians, and Americans began lobbing tactical nuclear weapons back and forth. The results were catastrophic. The Americans fired their tactical missiles at the Chinese and Russian troop concentrations, with predictable results. In less than ten minutes, over 300,000 Chinese troops were killed. The Chinese retaliated by firing nuclear weapons at the Americans, who fired off the remainder of their arsenals before being seriously thinned. Losses among the Americans were significantly less--due to AA defences shooting down the incoming warheads, the Americans suffered only 2/3 losses. The remaining nuclear weapons...the American ones...came down hard. One knocked out the Three Gorges dam, while another was responsible for killing 250,000 more Chinese. At this point, things devolved into a general tactical nuclear exchange. In less than an hour, over five hundred million people were killed by it. As more and more nukes were fired, that number increased, until only a few hundred thousand people remained alive in all of China, and most of the region was burning. At this point, the Chinese saw fit to fire their nuclear arsenal (they had some SLBMs that weren't dealt with) at the US. None of the warheads got through. So, by the time it was over, about four hours later, about a billion people were dead. But the Americans had accomplished their mission. However, this exchange would have far greater consequences...
                      Now just don't go forming any angry mobs now, you hear?

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                      • #12
                        If you'll break that up into paragraphs I'll take a stab at it. I can't read giant blocks of text. Well, I CAN, but I'd rather not.

                        Thanks.
                        My Civ Stories:
                        Oil...and Sponges,Great Big Death Story of MRkorth, My Dinner With Xerxes, E.V.I.L., The Bijou - which I swear I will finish someday!, The Man Who Would Be King,, Will it Go ‘Round in Circles?, Man on the Street, Myron VS. the Volcano, Chairmen of the Border, The Turn of Time.

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                        • #13
                          2005: The United States, recovering from a depression, decides to rebuild it’s economy. Massive public works projects, employing millions of laid off Americans are started. Various reforms are passed without opposition. Taxes are raised back to pre-2001 levels. Free national healthcare is introduced.
                          This statement displays a woeful ignorance of economics, I reccomend a book called 'FDR's Folly' by Jim Powell.

                          However, despite that, I think you're on your way to solid literary work, though not there yet, keep up the work, and do, please, break up your paragraphs, more space = eaier read.
                          Read Blessed be the Peacemakers | Read Political Freedom | Read Pax Germania: A Story of Redemption | Read Unrelated Matters | Read Stains of Blood and Ash | Read Ripper: A Glimpse into the Life of Gen. Jack Sterling | Read Deutschland Erwachte! | Read The Best Friend | Read A Mothers Day Poem | Read Deliver us From Evil | Read The Promised Land

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                          • #14
                            Ill just add that I agree with the call for some spacing.

                            But then I want to say Brilliant!!! Your best yet PM

                            Are you going to add to this, I hope so
                            A proud member of the "Apolyton Story Writers Guild".There are many great stories at the Civ 3 stories forum, do yourself a favour and visit the forum. Lose yourself in one of many epic tales and be inspired to write yourself, as I was.

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                            • #15
                              To Skilord: I'm a liberal, so I think the New Deal was a relatively good deal. Hitler did solve unemployment more effectively, but at what cost? Anyway, let's just kill this before it goes anywhere, I'm not in the mood for arguing. We can agree to disagree.
                              Now just don't go forming any angry mobs now, you hear?

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