This is on version 1.05, and I forgot the setting, but it's not on difficult, since I'm a newbie.
I did some minor modding with the editor, changed some ministers mainly, nothing else.
This is my first AAR, so....*cowers* DON'T SHOOT ME!
January 2, 1936
The Kremlin, Moscow, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Josef Stalin was asleep in his bed at this hour. Suddenly, the Soviet leader started sweating, tossing and turning under his covers.
"No,...scales...horrible......invaders...." he moaned in his sleep.
"LIZARDS!" Stalin woke up screaming, his moustache poofed out like a pufferfish. He looked around at his room and cursed. "Not again" he said gloomily.
Stalin's face grew determined, and he slipped into a bathrobe and walked down to his Foreign Minister's bedroom, creaking open the door and stepping in.
He shook his head. Molotov's sheets were rumpled, and the safe in his wall was cracked open and all the money inside gone. "No matter how many times I tell that boy...." Stalin thought as he sighed.
The Soviet leader crept up to the side of Molotov's bed and poked him. "Molotov.....oh, Molotov...wake up..."
Molotov blinked sleepily and rolled over. "Honey?" he whispered. Then Molotov's eyes focused and he saw Stalin.
"OH SHIT! No! Please, anything but that!!"
Stalin: -_-;
Molotov came back to reality. "Sorry, sir. What is it?"
"I had that dream again, Molotov"
"The one with the Liz--" Molotov stopped as Stalin held up a sign.
Sign: Warning! Copyright Infringement!
"Uh, things?"
"Yes, it gets worse every night! I'm coming apart at the seams, Molotov! What on Earth can I do?"
Molotov furrowed his brow. "Maybe you're under stress and need a vacation, sir."
Stalin's eyes widened. "Vacation....? You're a genius, Molotov!" The former peasant rushed out of Molotov's bedroom to write down his idea.
Molotov yawned widely, then rolled over to go back to sleep. Then his eyes snapped open and he shot up in bed and saw his safe.
"CURSE YOU!" he screamed.
January 3
Stalin called all of his ministers into the Briefing Room.
Foreign Minister Molotov
Security Minister Beria
Armament Minister Ustinov
Chief of Staff Zhukov
Chief of Military Intel Berzin
Chief of Army Malinovski
Chief of Air Force Golovanov
Chief of Navy Orlov
Stalin coughed to silence the idle chatter and unrolled a large map of the world.
"Boys, as you all know, we are horribly overworked here. Therefore I propose we take a vacation!"
The "Boys": YAY!
Stalin: But first, we have to have a few little wars.
Boys: Boo.....
Stalin: *glare* Ok, first, Germany. We must invade Germany and puppet them.
Zhukov: *raises hand* Uh, sir, won't that make them angry?
Stalin: *ignores Zhukov* Then we shall take the Pacfic Ocean for Mother Russia! It will be the Worker's Paradise! And, FREE VODKA!
Boys: YAY!
I did some minor modding with the editor, changed some ministers mainly, nothing else.
This is my first AAR, so....*cowers* DON'T SHOOT ME!
January 2, 1936
The Kremlin, Moscow, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Josef Stalin was asleep in his bed at this hour. Suddenly, the Soviet leader started sweating, tossing and turning under his covers.
"No,...scales...horrible......invaders...." he moaned in his sleep.
"LIZARDS!" Stalin woke up screaming, his moustache poofed out like a pufferfish. He looked around at his room and cursed. "Not again" he said gloomily.
Stalin's face grew determined, and he slipped into a bathrobe and walked down to his Foreign Minister's bedroom, creaking open the door and stepping in.
He shook his head. Molotov's sheets were rumpled, and the safe in his wall was cracked open and all the money inside gone. "No matter how many times I tell that boy...." Stalin thought as he sighed.
The Soviet leader crept up to the side of Molotov's bed and poked him. "Molotov.....oh, Molotov...wake up..."
Molotov blinked sleepily and rolled over. "Honey?" he whispered. Then Molotov's eyes focused and he saw Stalin.
"OH SHIT! No! Please, anything but that!!"
Stalin: -_-;
Molotov came back to reality. "Sorry, sir. What is it?"
"I had that dream again, Molotov"
"The one with the Liz--" Molotov stopped as Stalin held up a sign.
Sign: Warning! Copyright Infringement!
"Uh, things?"
"Yes, it gets worse every night! I'm coming apart at the seams, Molotov! What on Earth can I do?"
Molotov furrowed his brow. "Maybe you're under stress and need a vacation, sir."
Stalin's eyes widened. "Vacation....? You're a genius, Molotov!" The former peasant rushed out of Molotov's bedroom to write down his idea.
Molotov yawned widely, then rolled over to go back to sleep. Then his eyes snapped open and he shot up in bed and saw his safe.
"CURSE YOU!" he screamed.
January 3
Stalin called all of his ministers into the Briefing Room.
Foreign Minister Molotov
Security Minister Beria
Armament Minister Ustinov
Chief of Staff Zhukov
Chief of Military Intel Berzin
Chief of Army Malinovski
Chief of Air Force Golovanov
Chief of Navy Orlov
Stalin coughed to silence the idle chatter and unrolled a large map of the world.
"Boys, as you all know, we are horribly overworked here. Therefore I propose we take a vacation!"
The "Boys": YAY!
Stalin: But first, we have to have a few little wars.
Boys: Boo.....
Stalin: *glare* Ok, first, Germany. We must invade Germany and puppet them.
Zhukov: *raises hand* Uh, sir, won't that make them angry?
Stalin: *ignores Zhukov* Then we shall take the Pacfic Ocean for Mother Russia! It will be the Worker's Paradise! And, FREE VODKA!
Boys: YAY!
