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*a strange blue vortex appears in the center of the bar and a man dressed in an Imperial TIE Fighter suit steps through*

Consider checking out Chronological Influences for my first real attempt at a major power. And learn some Soviet history while you're at it.

*steps back into the vortex and dissapears*
 
I walk into the bar, dressed fully in Town Cryer's attire. I am complete with bell and all which i ring happily. "Hear YE, Hear YE. I A Trooper have stared an new AAR called revAARloution IN switzAARland. It is the story of how one of the most peacable nations of Europe is torn apart by a savage coup and is left at the mercy of her new masters.Take a look and leave your comments."

I leave the bar, my bell ringign can be heard in the distance as i amble down the street.
 
Upon changing the bag in hios vacuum cleaner, Zuckergußgebäck walks up to Valdemar.

"What happened to the writer of the week award?" he says before flying out of the window on his vacuum cleaner.
 
Greven looks up and says, "Maybe some intrepid soul should take it upon themselves to pick it back up? If I understand it correctly it's a rather informal title anyway so as long as you don't pick say, Valdemar then your pretty much can't go wrong."

Greven nods his head, "Yes we need to bring a sense of community back to our Forum. Oh and go read this http://forum.paradoxplaza.com/forum/showthread.php?t=161861
Adios All."
 
Zuckergußgebäck dissapears under the bar stool as Valdemar appear with an evil glee, holding a quotegun.
 
"Good God, i am sorry. I must dash!!! toodles."

Runs away down the street, screaming like a girl.
 
Greven looks up and see's the quotegun and grins. "Nothing like the smell of burning forum members in the mourning," He chuckles.

"If you will forgive poor 'trooper I would indeed sugest reading his AAR. If I recall I thought I read somewhere there also was a Vicky one?"

Greven is playing with a few gummy bears. Taking quite a bit of pleasue of holding them above his lighter and watching them melt. They make a sound that almost sounds like very faint screams. After he finishes the last one off he stands up and cleans himself up.

I think I hear my daughter calling again so I shall go work on mt projects but as allways I should leave you with a nugget of thought.

Read This Excellent Soviet Chrono AAR.
 
It's proving to be quite an intresting little piece. I've only really been succesful doing AARs of small countries, such as Cuba or Communist China and my AARs of Great Powers have proven mediocore, from my History of World War 2: A French AAR to the prequel to Chronological Influences.

But this seems to be turning out differently.
 
Valdemar watches as the goo that once was Atrooper's post oozes off the walls.

"Don't you guys get it?" He shakes his head sadly, "Is it really that hard to be in character, and recommend others' AARs?"

He walks to the empty bar and pours a morning coffee, "this place is beginning to outlast its usefulness."

"As to to the Wows, well noone seemed interested in actually contributing to the communal feeling here, you freak around in this place to up your postcounts, not to be informative, noone is around enough to be 'tender, or has any where near the posting frequency or content to do it. The Wows needs someone who actually reads other writers stories instead of merely clamouring for their onw little piece, someone who can make an educated choice, not just slapping the back of a pal."

He drinks his coffee up, "Besides, we consider having ONE WoW for all writers, because noone is able to pick enough writers as it is, just like we only have one OscAAR."
 
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In a corner, a grizzled mandrill is sitting by himself, nursing a glass of what must be the longest-lasting bottle of Braastad XO in history. The nature of this particular corner is such that its' darkness and position make it hard to see anyone there, and for all people know, Rafiki could have been sitting there for ages, pouring over maps and accounts of battles lost and won all along.

Upon noticing that he is being observed, he quickly packs away the current set of maps and papers, stuffing it into an envelope marked TOP SECRET and putting it out of sight for now.

Ah, got lost for a while in my own thoughts there. Even if people aren't talking all the time here, I'm sure there are quite a a few who pop by and eavesdrop on what is said here, even if they aren't particularly vocal about it.

On a different note, I must say that I personally find great joy that we have recently seen the return of The Yogi, and that he has started updating "Master Plan of Fu Manchu" again. His writing and storytelling is among the best I've seen around here, and anyone not familiar with that story or with the finished "Where the Iron Crosses Grow" is definately missing out.
 
A Trooper returns now wearing a smart suit/buisiness mans attire complete with top hat.

He walks over to the bar, his bright polished shoes tap smartly on the floor as he does. He goes to press the dusty bell on the conter, but it is faulty. "Arghh what a piece of junk" he muters to himself before giving it a slide off the bar onto the floor. The bar man appears. "Pint Of Stella, my good Sir" says A Tropper.

A trooper takes his newly aqquired drink and stares around at the few people sitting in the mess. I would like to second rafikis opinion of our non vocal visitors as i used to be one of them, 'there look theres one he just stared through the window." He shouts pointing ecitedly at a window of the mess which looked out onto the street.

Case closed.

He goes to sit in a dust corner adjacent to Rafikis dark, crepid one.
 
"I've been in here quite a while," the Sultan points out from yet another corner of the room. "Have so many AARs on my list that I have had little time to start reading new ones. I have however begun reading a Victorian AAR which is progressing nicely, written by Swampthing, and simply called Portugal."

He notices that his glass is empty and goes up to the bar to order another guiness, along with a large bottle of vodka, which he takes over to rafiki, in the hope that it will get the mandrill drunk enough to reveal the top secret plans...
 
As soon as Jopi enters the bAAR, a glob of quote-goo drops on his head. Muttering a silent curse under his breath, he grabs the slimy ball and throws it into the thrash can.
"If you haven't already, go check out Mettermrck's US aar. I won't bother with directions, you should find it on top of the page. Combine Mettermrck's superb writing and an intriguing alternate history with a steady update rate, and you'll have a great AAR."
Jopi gets a refill and sits at a corner table.
 
"Reading AARs is much easier than writing them." Mr. Capiatlist says walking into the bAAR. He swears as he realizes he steped in semi-dry quote-goo, and ducks as he spots Valdemar still playing with the loaded quote gun, wait for some un-suspecting soul.
Dressed in the uniform of his German people in WWI, he takes off his steel pickelhaube and whipes off his boots.

"I am planning a Hamburg AAR in Vicky-land once amazon.com can get off its butt and deliever it already. But in the mean time, check out A trooper's "RevolutionAARy SwitzAARland" AAR, the link is in one of his posts above, sorry about that inconvienence."

"I also apologize to my adoring fans {sound=crikets cirping}{/sound}, ha-ha, but a problem with my computer caused my display to flip upside down, I should start updating my AAR shortly. Of course, If you ever need to contact me, Satcho or Coebot, we can be found in the Cleveland Thread in the OT forum. Or you can go there if you have any intrest in the great city of Cleveland, or live in Ohio, we'd be glad to have your company. The link to that is in my thread. AS is a link to the LNA AAR, where Andy Shapasian and Nick Kendall take on the USA in an under-manned Tech Booth and abitions of world domination! See ya there!"

Mr.C orders a beer for himself and a keg for the Cleveland thread before leaving with his alcohol in his hands and a ham-sandwhich in his mouth.
 
General Bob walks into the bAAR, avoiding all of the quote-gun goo lying around, wearing a Tannu Tuvan general's hat, and a Brazilian field-marshal's uniform, and carrying several mortar rounds with a Dutch flag and the words 'Theses are nuke, uh-hum' written on the side.


He says: "WHEEEE BACK TO THE MDS FORUMS!!!", and drops one of the mortar rounds as he runs out.

:eek: is everyones expression, as the 'nuke' explodes, scattering notecards with Semi-Lobster AAR written on the side.
 
Vigilantsldr stumbles into the bAAR with a dazed and confused look on his face. His usual attire consisting of a German / Haitian uniform blend has since been replaced with a clean pressed Polo Shirt complete with pocket protector and overly starched slacks. Noting a few new faces and some old friends, he makes his way over the counter to order his usual.

Hey tender, make it a Coke on the Rocks, shaken not stirred.

Vig smiles as the newbie tender feverishly shakes a two liter of Coke. After only a moment the pressure overcomes the plastic bottle and Coke rains down upon the patrons like manna from heaven.

I guess I haven't forgotten everything Lescot has taught me. Folks, I'm trying to get a few computer certs behind me at the moment. Monday I'll take an exam for A+ Core. Wish me luck. If I pass prehaps an AAR in OT will come out of it.

Confused looks fill the room

I'm saying this to let you know that I still drop by and lurk once and awhile, but the AAR's are on slow motion for the next while. Not forgotten, but not priority. Thanks to you all for the fun times and we shall do it again.

That said Vig turns and begins to read a Certification Textbook. Within minutes he is sound asleep, nose buried deeply into the text's spine, and thoughts of the Mighty Haitian Army dancing in his mind.
 
*Bob drives into the bAAR in a Brazilian armored car, probably loaned by Germany. Exiting the vehicle, he walks to a table and sits down, frowning. He produces a file with the stamp 'TOP SECRET' on it. Unhappily, he mumbles something about merchandising wars, and then orders a orange juice.*

"Well, there goes another." he says, "Hope Vig is back soon."

*He goes back to reviewing the contents of the file.*

"Well, be sure to watch your backs people. Had some trouble linking This, but it should work now. Not a traditional AAR, but still a good read."

*Orders another orange juice*
 
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