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Maybe I can join in as Iran? They play a pretty big role in this whole War on Terror stuff since they provide weapons to Hezbollah and such.
gowia said
Yeah I did do some research...as Jannah said he was exiled in '52 and so I was going to do that later in the RP.
Nasser took power in '56, but for the sake of continuality here you could have him take power earlier. It's up to you really.
Hah, I just posted. Finally!
The military. It was Daniel's home now, even if he wasn't ready to fully accept it. As he marched along with his comrades the beat of their footsteps was like music to his ears nonetheless. It was that and that alone that had managed to keep him in tune. That sort of thing was certainly crucial too while under the damning glare of his superiors. Any one of them could call him out at any minute for an extra set of disciplinary measures and that was something the nineteen year old recruit wanted to avoid. Of course he was surprised it hadn't been done already as nobody really took him for the military type, not even himself. The military focused on taking lives while Daniel's focus was on saving lives. It was almost hilariously ironic how fate had its way with the boy. Still, he was here and intended to make the most of it.
At base. It was the most desirable place for a fresh recruit to be, but Daniel could only suspect it would be short lived. Recent events would have their way with him soon enough. According to various sources the NATO forces were zooming in quickly and naturally the entire Warsaw Pact was not going to allow that to happen. Just another pawn in this international power struggle was what Daniel had been reduced to, yet he was resilient. He knew that if he was going to be sent into battle that he would at least make it memorable. Fortunately for him he had managed to secure a position as squad medic, a position fitting for somebody with such strong aspirations to save lives rather than take them away. It was just one way in which the boy's mother had managed to leave her mark for she too was well known for her endeavours in the medical field.
"Why would the NVA want me? I would rather be a doctor. I don't care if this is only temporary." Daniel very well remembered the puzzled expression that had come over his face upon realizing he too was about to be recruited. It was mandatory, after all, but he had hoped that maybe exceptions would be made for aspiring doctors. Apparently that wasn't the case so instead the boy found himself packing up and leaving his Leipzig home for something that could potentially change him. Or end his life. That was a fate the boy didn't yet want to swallow, however.
Some hope for the military life briefly got restored in Daniel as he found himself being promoted. It was rare for such fresh recruits to be promoted so quickly, but nonetheless it had happened to Daniel. He remembered well the words of his commanding officer: "Congratulations, Heigemeir. You have done a service to both the country and the people. Keep it up and soon you will be an officer." The officer had spoken as he handed over Daniel's fresh new badge. Gefreiter. He was officially one rank above those who had been recruited along with him and something about it almost seemed...addicting. He knew he had to keep going and potentially surpass the rest of them for as long as he was part of this division. With upcoming war he somehow knew the opportunity would slam directly into him, taking grasp of every part of his body.
War. It certainly had its way of rearing its ugly face up on everybody and Daniel was no exception. He knew that soon his entire division would be sent out to the front lines where rows upon rows of enemy gunfire would be waiting to pierce their flesh, all in the name of an ideological chess game. Fortunately for him though he knew he wasn't alone and had his comrades by his side. The officer by the name of Von Roth seemed to be particularly intrigued by the young Daniel. Perhaps he saw potential in him where so many others did as well? It was promising, but Daniel also feared that he couldn't meet expectations. Rarely anybody did at anything. Still, he would monitor the man and perhaps even attempt to befriend him, given the opportunity. Friends were bound to be especially valuable on the battlefield.
At base. It was the most desirable place for a fresh recruit to be, but Daniel could only suspect it would be short lived. Recent events would have their way with him soon enough. According to various sources the NATO forces were zooming in quickly and naturally the entire Warsaw Pact was not going to allow that to happen. Just another pawn in this international power struggle was what Daniel had been reduced to, yet he was resilient. He knew that if he was going to be sent into battle that he would at least make it memorable. Fortunately for him he had managed to secure a position as squad medic, a position fitting for somebody with such strong aspirations to save lives rather than take them away. It was just one way in which the boy's mother had managed to leave her mark for she too was well known for her endeavours in the medical field.
"Why would the NVA want me? I would rather be a doctor. I don't care if this is only temporary." Daniel very well remembered the puzzled expression that had come over his face upon realizing he too was about to be recruited. It was mandatory, after all, but he had hoped that maybe exceptions would be made for aspiring doctors. Apparently that wasn't the case so instead the boy found himself packing up and leaving his Leipzig home for something that could potentially change him. Or end his life. That was a fate the boy didn't yet want to swallow, however.
Some hope for the military life briefly got restored in Daniel as he found himself being promoted. It was rare for such fresh recruits to be promoted so quickly, but nonetheless it had happened to Daniel. He remembered well the words of his commanding officer: "Congratulations, Heigemeir. You have done a service to both the country and the people. Keep it up and soon you will be an officer." The officer had spoken as he handed over Daniel's fresh new badge. Gefreiter. He was officially one rank above those who had been recruited along with him and something about it almost seemed...addicting. He knew he had to keep going and potentially surpass the rest of them for as long as he was part of this division. With upcoming war he somehow knew the opportunity would slam directly into him, taking grasp of every part of his body.
War. It certainly had its way of rearing its ugly face up on everybody and Daniel was no exception. He knew that soon his entire division would be sent out to the front lines where rows upon rows of enemy gunfire would be waiting to pierce their flesh, all in the name of an ideological chess game. Fortunately for him though he knew he wasn't alone and had his comrades by his side. The officer by the name of Von Roth seemed to be particularly intrigued by the young Daniel. Perhaps he saw potential in him where so many others did as well? It was promising, but Daniel also feared that he couldn't meet expectations. Rarely anybody did at anything. Still, he would monitor the man and perhaps even attempt to befriend him, given the opportunity. Friends were bound to be especially valuable on the battlefield.
Dutchbag said
It wasn't. He was exiled in '52.
Well we are still in 1950 so it's safe to assume here in our alternate history world that he still holds power.
Dutchbag said
>Arab Republic of Egypt>King Farouku wot m8
Yea, I also find that a bit odd. However, if that was actually how it was in real life then I'll have no choice but to let it fly.
Aye. In a bit I'll try to get something up.
Outcast said
13 minutes too slow. Tough life, ain't it? But I know that feeling; I came here hoping to play as the UK.
I tried to snatch it up earlier, but I didn't have internet most of the day, haha. Oh well. Such is life.
Fack you, Outcast. I wanted to join this, but you took the country I wanted xD.
Willow quickly realized Birch was right. District 7 was always associated with their unmatched axe wielding skills. Despite its usefulness in the arena, it also put the district at a sort of disadvantage; who didn't expect the District 7 kids to come running at them with an axe? The more urban districts in particular didn't have that problem. They seemed to have the element of surprise on their side, considering they could pick up skills in almost anything once in training as none of them had any real previous experience with weaponry. "He has a point..." Willow uttered as she continued pondering Birch's advice. There was much to choose from, but naturally she would be inclined to go for whatever was most like an axe. Still, that too could potentially be revealing. Not to mention that strong tributes were almost always targeted first.
While Willow tried to implement a strategy for herself Sequoia seemed concerned about something. She already had suspicions to what it was too. Despite their reunion, he knew what being reaped meant. 24 tributes and only one victor. At least one of them was not making it out of that arena. Sure, they had managed to last this long without each other, but it was difficult to imagine having to do it again, and permanently. At least Sequoia didn't have family who would mourn him, but Willow did. Every day she feared any of them taking out tessarae and being reaped into the Capitol's sadistic game. As long as she was around it had been something she prevented, but what if she didn't return from here? What if the family started going hungry? Realizing the severity of the situation and that there was no way out of it Willow leaned back and let out a sigh.
Sequoia's next words managed to restore some sense of motivation to Willow, however. An alliance? It seemed so early to make such proposals, but it was common for district partners to ally anyway. If anything though, a District 7 alliance could potentially keep one of them alive. It was really the thought of having to kill Sequoia that settled in the back of Willow's mind. Way too often that sort of thing tended to happen in alliances in the latter stages of the games. At this point though it was a valuable strategic move and Willow knew that Birch too would probably agree. "Us in an alliance? You know it." She managed to let out a small chuckle as she stared directly into Sequoia's eyes.
Naturally, Sequoia had managed to bring up another equally as excellent point. Survival. It too was crucial to the games and Willow quickly realized that, despite her experience with an axe, she knew little when it came to survival. She couldn't decide if it had just never occurred to her or if she just never bothered to learn much about it. It seemed to her that the former was much more likely. As long as she did her part, Willow knew that her family managed to make it by. In fact, it had been that which had essentially forced her to drop her former craft. It had been a money-maker for sure, but upon Aston's death she just couldn't do it anymore as the lumber still managed to bring in even more. It had saddened her to give up something she cared so deeply for, but family came first. It was that sort of bond that perhaps would have prompted her to even volunteer for any of her siblings had they been reaped. Of course that was never to be as by the time they came of age she'd either be dead or already living the high life off in Victor's Village.
"I think you're right, but certainly somebody may be looking for an ally. If not, then...well...I guess we just have each other." Willow responded as she pondered the whole survival situation herself. If they were to be a team then certainly they could compliment each other nicely with different skillsets. Again, Birch was the "go to" man. "What do you suggest? Maybe each of us should learn something different?" She turned towards the burly man and began questioning him. Surprisingly, he was now making himself out to be less intimidating, but perhaps that was simply because he now had a sort of ideal just who he was dealing with. Two capable tributes. Surely District 7 would be strong this year, but of course there was no way of truly knowing until they were thrust into the arena in about a week's time.
While Willow tried to implement a strategy for herself Sequoia seemed concerned about something. She already had suspicions to what it was too. Despite their reunion, he knew what being reaped meant. 24 tributes and only one victor. At least one of them was not making it out of that arena. Sure, they had managed to last this long without each other, but it was difficult to imagine having to do it again, and permanently. At least Sequoia didn't have family who would mourn him, but Willow did. Every day she feared any of them taking out tessarae and being reaped into the Capitol's sadistic game. As long as she was around it had been something she prevented, but what if she didn't return from here? What if the family started going hungry? Realizing the severity of the situation and that there was no way out of it Willow leaned back and let out a sigh.
Sequoia's next words managed to restore some sense of motivation to Willow, however. An alliance? It seemed so early to make such proposals, but it was common for district partners to ally anyway. If anything though, a District 7 alliance could potentially keep one of them alive. It was really the thought of having to kill Sequoia that settled in the back of Willow's mind. Way too often that sort of thing tended to happen in alliances in the latter stages of the games. At this point though it was a valuable strategic move and Willow knew that Birch too would probably agree. "Us in an alliance? You know it." She managed to let out a small chuckle as she stared directly into Sequoia's eyes.
Naturally, Sequoia had managed to bring up another equally as excellent point. Survival. It too was crucial to the games and Willow quickly realized that, despite her experience with an axe, she knew little when it came to survival. She couldn't decide if it had just never occurred to her or if she just never bothered to learn much about it. It seemed to her that the former was much more likely. As long as she did her part, Willow knew that her family managed to make it by. In fact, it had been that which had essentially forced her to drop her former craft. It had been a money-maker for sure, but upon Aston's death she just couldn't do it anymore as the lumber still managed to bring in even more. It had saddened her to give up something she cared so deeply for, but family came first. It was that sort of bond that perhaps would have prompted her to even volunteer for any of her siblings had they been reaped. Of course that was never to be as by the time they came of age she'd either be dead or already living the high life off in Victor's Village.
"I think you're right, but certainly somebody may be looking for an ally. If not, then...well...I guess we just have each other." Willow responded as she pondered the whole survival situation herself. If they were to be a team then certainly they could compliment each other nicely with different skillsets. Again, Birch was the "go to" man. "What do you suggest? Maybe each of us should learn something different?" She turned towards the burly man and began questioning him. Surprisingly, he was now making himself out to be less intimidating, but perhaps that was simply because he now had a sort of ideal just who he was dealing with. Two capable tributes. Surely District 7 would be strong this year, but of course there was no way of truly knowing until they were thrust into the arena in about a week's time.
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