30 Jun 13 UTC |
Spring, 1939: Info: This is a choose your country game. |
02 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1939: Well, after much waiting and scheming, I'm excited about how all my plans will be falling apart! It'll be a friggin' miracle if they don't! |
04 Jul 13 UTC |
Autumn, 1939: France, can you really handle a 3-front war? |
04 Jul 13 UTC |
Autumn, 1939: Doubt it, but we'll see. |
19 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1942: Arrggh! The evil Spaniard and the Evil Turk have designs on my spaghetti factories! I curse you BOTH: May your dreams become the nightmares of small Portuguese children who enjoy playing with snail shells and salty tea leaves. Mwah ha ha ha HA ha ha. |
24 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: The American idea that Germans and Russians are untrustworthy is true, apparently. |
24 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: And that the British just won't die also. |
24 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: I wanted to help with the British problem, but it hasn't gone well. |
24 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: Oh that's okay. Looks like we'll just keep fighting amongst ourselves in Europe. |
26 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: I'm totally down for not fighting over Lub anymore. |
26 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: And you just got the upperhand.... Seems legit. |
26 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: I have NEVER fought over Lub. I am a peace-loving pizza-making pleasant nation. Turkey and Spain should have their hands slapped for picking on me. |
26 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: Hahahaha |
26 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: No French fries for Germany and Spain. |
26 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: I'm actually going to miss you France. |
26 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: He is not gone yet. Perhaps England will assist him into Brest. Or perhaps he has ANOTHER sneaky move up his sleeve. |
26 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: There's no chance I'm coming back. |
27 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: Pessimist (::grin::) |
27 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: (me either) |
27 Jul 13 UTC |
Spring, 1943: I'm not being a pessimist. Unless someone magically supports me into Brest, I'm gone. |