AspblastUSA
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Grossgermaniums and Greece retaking The City? It makes my shriveled, lonely paradox player heart sing!
Fallout The Eagle And The Bear [Fallout AU]
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The Großdeutsches Reich rises this time probably permanentlySpeaking of Europe, I'd agree that I presented it as not having enough an, ahem, glow-up. So here's the new map!
Ch. 28 steadily going forward BTW.
the great blue blob also being destroyed also brings a smile to my eye
TyrantTriumphant
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Wow, Russia is a total mess. I assume those black spaces represent irradiated zones, so it looks like Europe got off way worse in the Resource Wars and nuclear exchange than North America did. Either that or they lack the technology to clean it up.
By the way, I would like to know a bit about that state in the Baltics and northeastern Russia. Who are they?
By the way, I would like to know a bit about that state in the Baltics and northeastern Russia. Who are they?
AspblastUSA
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Less shitposty commentary on the map now that I've had a moment to actually sit down an look at it. I do like it, but I have a couple of questions. Namely, there are a couple of places where countries who have reincorporated their historical territories have stopped even if those borders do not make sense in a vaccuum.
The most obvious is the (presumably) Israeli border along the Sinai peninsula, the UN drawn straight line really sticks out. Now granted, being a flat mostly flat desert near the coast there's no reason not to pick the line, but at the same time Southeastern Israel is a lot of sparsely populated, arid, rough terrain to control even today so I genuinely wonder why.
The other one that stands out is finland reclaiming it's little dongle that was once between Sweden and Norway, but not expanding out despite the lack of Sweden or Norway to complain about it.
Aside from that I think the map looks great, though I would wonder why there isn't any wastelands in the middle east; didn't they get into a nuclear war with the europeans even before WWIII went nuclear?
The most obvious is the (presumably) Israeli border along the Sinai peninsula, the UN drawn straight line really sticks out. Now granted, being a flat mostly flat desert near the coast there's no reason not to pick the line, but at the same time Southeastern Israel is a lot of sparsely populated, arid, rough terrain to control even today so I genuinely wonder why.
The other one that stands out is finland reclaiming it's little dongle that was once between Sweden and Norway, but not expanding out despite the lack of Sweden or Norway to complain about it.
Aside from that I think the map looks great, though I would wonder why there isn't any wastelands in the middle east; didn't they get into a nuclear war with the europeans even before WWIII went nuclear?
I think it's more, who's going to waste nukes on Spain?
Like, outside Gibraltar and maybe any NATO/US ships in port, nothing in Spain in valuable enough, or threatening enough, for either Russia or the CCP to lob one of their limited number of nukes at it.
They lack the tech, and the USSR had a lot of fission reactors which kinda ... Chernobyled a bit.
By the way, I would like to know a bit about that state in the Baltics and northeastern Russia. Who are they?
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Czarist successor state.
ZarathosGuy100
God Bless the Enclave, God Bless America
What kind of government does Portugal have? Is it a Constitutional Monarchy or is it a Republic (perhaps the only one in Europe at that point if the Author wishes)? I'm just asking because I want to know what happened to my homeland.Speaking of Europe, I'd agree that I presented it as not having enough an, ahem, glow-up. So here's the new map!
Ch. 28 steadily going forward BTW.
SoManyMistakes
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If I remember correctly, the Author said that Portugal and Spain are shaky constitutional monarchies.
Yep. Hungary, Venice, Yugoslavia, France, Central Russia, and Israel are Europe's main republics along w/ Switzerland. Though this doesn't mean that they're full-throated democracies as we would see them of course - most of the world's countries are somewhere on the grey area between democracy and dictatorship due to the post-apocalyptic nature of things.
Canada, no more? Little America's doing fine as a Commonwealth in the grand ole US of A, don't you hear! We've finally healed the split that took place between the colonists during the Revolutionary War, and for good this time!
But seriously, the NCR isn't respecting the old borders as the maps all show (they've annexed the area around Vancouver, now worn down to just "Koover") and - there isn't that much in the Canadian prairie that the Brotherhood is interested in and they're stretched fairly thin as it is in the Midwest.
Paladin Wulfen
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What is the territory in Utah? And what is his history?So, here's the NCR POV, as of 2329:
And how Gran Colombia was born?
And that purple-pink in Arizona New Mexico? It's some type Legion Reserve but how work?
I'm guessing some kind of Mormon brotherhood/Deseret theocracy
Crow gotta eat
That peckish, patriotic, Protestant passerine.
Republic of New Canaan. They were an ally of the NCR until they had a plebiscite in chapter 24. So basically a republic of which a great number of them are Mormons.
Yeah, so like I said, they were independent at the year the map is portraying, but are no longer so since they joined the NCR.
Yeah, but it is completely in Arizona and more of a red with a purple outline than a purple-pink. Essentially they just forced Legion remnants into the mountains and are more or less content to let them stay there since they would be a pain in the butt and a drain on resources if they were to focus on wiping them out at the moment. So as long as they mostly stay there, the NCR is willing to focus on the Enclave and the Enclave's allies for now.
I'm betting the Legion comes out to play when the Enclave hits the mountain defensive belt. Legion forces engaging NCR from the rear and messing with logistics at JUST THE WRONG TIME. Cuz I sure would as long as I thought I could get favorable terms from the Enclave.
Hehehe ... we'll see what happens then. Big stuff's planned, for sure. Ch. 28 is about 4,500 words right now, BTW. Sorry for taking so long, but look who's back!
==*==
Doctor Walter Irving sighed yet again, taking a sip of wine, as he looked over the crowded dining room and connected sitting room, his wife beside him right now engaged in lengthy and not particularly interesting discussion with one of her friends from the country club, before turning his face to the east. The holotape player was sending out a pre-War tune over the place, while he looked morosely out of the window. The man who’d passed on the invitation for him (and several of his students) here should have arrived an hour ago, and he was starting to feel impatient.
Whitney Heights, where this house stood, was built up in mountainside terraces of stucco-clad Spanish revival dwellings, up to a mile above the rest of the city on the lower slopes of the Sierra Nevada – a place for the greatest and best of the NCR’s great and good. He looked over the sprawling city so far below, lit by the brilliant rays of the setting sun in a blaze of orange and gold – Aradesh District in the north encradling the University campus; the crowded adobe warren of the Bazaar under the shadows of the mountain already, perhaps the last place in which the “old” Shady Sands could be experienced – probably by being mugged, Irving mused; the government district of Council Hill near the shimmering expanse of Owens Reservoir abutting the eastern mountains, with the red-brick Drummond Building (housing the NCR’s military HQ and academy), sandstone Congress Hall and marble Presidential Palace forming the three main landmarks; and the great sprawl of the city proper between all those points - a sea of high-rises in concrete and sandstone bordered by the shadow of the New Wall at the southern end of Shady Sands. The city had few true skyscrapers however, a consequence of the lakebed aquifer. The Boneyard houses the NCR's real concrete jungle, Irving thought distastefully. The obsession with those monumental follies reeked of Old World nostalgia gone wild.
He looked gloomily at Council Hill again and curled his lip in distaste. He had not gone to many Cabinet sessions since the decision had been made to order General Robertson to withdraw from the liberation of the Midwest – a mistake, he had heartily insisted. In the meetings he had been invited to, he had not been asked many questions or to give his opinion on many subjects. He could instinctively recognise the whole situation as exactly the snub it clearly was. So many times since then I’ve thought about threatening to resign from my position, he mused. Or maybe outright doing it. But no matter whatever Kimball’s grudge against me is, I’ve got a duty to see my position through.
==*==
Doctor Walter Irving sighed yet again, taking a sip of wine, as he looked over the crowded dining room and connected sitting room, his wife beside him right now engaged in lengthy and not particularly interesting discussion with one of her friends from the country club, before turning his face to the east. The holotape player was sending out a pre-War tune over the place, while he looked morosely out of the window. The man who’d passed on the invitation for him (and several of his students) here should have arrived an hour ago, and he was starting to feel impatient.
Whitney Heights, where this house stood, was built up in mountainside terraces of stucco-clad Spanish revival dwellings, up to a mile above the rest of the city on the lower slopes of the Sierra Nevada – a place for the greatest and best of the NCR’s great and good. He looked over the sprawling city so far below, lit by the brilliant rays of the setting sun in a blaze of orange and gold – Aradesh District in the north encradling the University campus; the crowded adobe warren of the Bazaar under the shadows of the mountain already, perhaps the last place in which the “old” Shady Sands could be experienced – probably by being mugged, Irving mused; the government district of Council Hill near the shimmering expanse of Owens Reservoir abutting the eastern mountains, with the red-brick Drummond Building (housing the NCR’s military HQ and academy), sandstone Congress Hall and marble Presidential Palace forming the three main landmarks; and the great sprawl of the city proper between all those points - a sea of high-rises in concrete and sandstone bordered by the shadow of the New Wall at the southern end of Shady Sands. The city had few true skyscrapers however, a consequence of the lakebed aquifer. The Boneyard houses the NCR's real concrete jungle, Irving thought distastefully. The obsession with those monumental follies reeked of Old World nostalgia gone wild.
He looked gloomily at Council Hill again and curled his lip in distaste. He had not gone to many Cabinet sessions since the decision had been made to order General Robertson to withdraw from the liberation of the Midwest – a mistake, he had heartily insisted. In the meetings he had been invited to, he had not been asked many questions or to give his opinion on many subjects. He could instinctively recognise the whole situation as exactly the snub it clearly was. So many times since then I’ve thought about threatening to resign from my position, he mused. Or maybe outright doing it. But no matter whatever Kimball’s grudge against me is, I’ve got a duty to see my position through.