Darth Wong wrote:That's not the fucking point I was talking about. I was talking about the fact that a completely unqualified person would be so unfamiliar with the existing body of scientific knowledge that he would waste everyones' time with ideas that are doomed before they start.
Oh. OK, yes. A completely unqualified person would be useless in this context.
I was not talking about unqualified people, as I thought I made clear. I agree that a think tank would be foolish to hire people grabbed off the street without vetting. I was talking about specific, unusual people with more knowledge than your typical random layman-with-delusions-of-grandeur would have. The sort who, even if they don't have the relevant degrees, could in fact walk into a classroom teaching the subject and pass the finals. They do exist, even though they're not common.
So it seems that we were talking past each other; you were ruling out the possibility of a random guy off the street being helpful in this context, while I was talking about the freakishly rare people who really do acquire thorough knowledge of advanced subjects on the side. Sorry.
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Your Feynman example doesn't address my point at all. Feynman may not have been an aerospace engineer but he was certainly not the type of person who would throw out half-baked bullshit and waste other team members' time trying to get them to flesh it out for him, nor was he the kind of person who didn't know jack shit about the existing body of information.
As I said before:
"The background knowledge [of how physical systems work] was, of course, required. And Feynman had spent years building it up. I would never suggest that some random person spending a few hours reading about physics on the Internet could learn enough to have done the same, even if they were as smart and good a critical thinker as Feynman. Someone who had spent all those years studying how to write TV scripts instead of how to do physics would not have been helpful."
Maybe you overlooked what I wrote because it was at the end of my pointlessly long Feynman story.
I think the problem here was that I was criticizing an idea in the story and you used it as an excuse to launch into a completely different topic, and then thought I was somehow being unreasonable or inattentive for staying on the original topic rather than meekly following your tangent.
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The only way in which I thought you were being unreasonable is that I thought you weren't making enough allowance for exceptions to general rules. I speculate that this might be because you've grown tired of the standard form ot the brainbug "amateur inspires professionals to new heights of brilliance."* In which case this particular instance of a fictional amateur working effectively with professionals pushed your buttons, as did my insistence that exceptions to the rule "amateurs are useless to professionals" exist.**
*Which is, I agree, stupid.
**If and only if the hypothetical "amateur" knows enough to stretch the definition of the word "amateur" to the breaking point.
Oh, lordEris yes. If any sci-fi writer could possibly be useful here, it'd be Greg Egan; he's already used to figuring out weird theories to a degree excessive for sci-fi and honestly more useful in textbooks, and unlike pretty much every other author out there, he does have the mathematical background.
I'm not sure about the physics, but at least he'd have a much easier time getting up to speed there.
Samuel wrote:I'd like to point out that Bush vowed to be on Mars by 2040. I expect a cameo in the 3rd book on that topic.
Was it "be on Mars" or "put a man on Mars"? I honestly don't recall...and I'd actually be more inclined to lean toward Bush Sr's deadline of 2025. Remember, as I said before: All you need is a one-way trip with someone who can be contacted to open a portal on Mars (or in Mars orbit if you simply wanted to shoot the shuttle, a satellite, or a space station through).
Interesting question: If a portal opens up on Mars, which has a thin atmosphere, does that mean a lot of the Hellish atmosphere will be shooting out of the gate? Or is there some mechanic that prevents a rapid atmospheric exchange?
And a natural follow-up: Assuming that Hell is roughly the size of Earth turned inside-out, one could reach an altitude of approximately 6000km and some change. Given that Earth's atmosphere is functionally non-existent (for most purposes) above 100km or so, and that it doesn't have more than a minimal impact on orbital objects over anything but a long period of time above a couple hundred km, what would one run into high in the atmosphere of Hell? i.e. could one have a satellite (for all the good it would do amid that thick layer of worse-than-LA smog and junk) up in "Low Hell Orbit" a couple hundred km above the ground? And would the "center" of Hell (that is the highest point) function as a zero-G/unstable LaGrange point (sort of like gravity is, if I recall correctly, theoretically null at the center of the Earth because you're being pulled in all directions by about the same amount)?
I vaguely remember a part in Armageddon! where a plane flew above the cloud layer, and what they found was a layer of glowing 'stuff', which I can't remember what it was right now. For some reason, this game me the impression that the world of Hell was somewhat doughnut shaped, where through some weird space-time geometry or something like that, that they were actually looking at the lava layer that under laid the continent of Hell, as though the altitude in Hell curved back upon itself, here eventual increase in altitude would result in coming back up out of the ground, sort of like overflowing a variable. I suppose this is a bit far-fetched, though, since any sort of exposed lava would clearly cool and harden, thus cutting off any sort of light source that it could produce. There are two other ways I can think of where the weird spatial geometry of Hell affects the possible altitudes.
First, would be to assume that Hell is like some sort of distorted sphere, where it has a central light source that provides all of the illumination needed, but then one has to ask, what happens if you go the other way? If you keep digging down, where does the bubble universe stop? Or is it lava all the way down to infinity? If it was, this would solve energy problems, if you could somehow harness the heat of the lava is a functional form. Infinite lava = infinite heat = infinite energy, for varying amounts of infinity.
The second form is to take the klein bottle example to the extreme, and say that as one continues to increase in height, there comes a point where one ends up decreasing in height since you're approaching the other side of the bubble. and going underground far enough, one would eventually find that they're mining out of the ground in another portion of Hell, or up under the ocean that surrounds the continent. This would be similar to taking a mobius strip, drawing a irregular shape that continues around the whole thing, and then punching a hole through. Wormholes ahoy!
If somebody would be so kind as to point me to the chapter in which the plane passes above the cloud layer, it would be greatly appreciated. It would be an invaluable resource as to determining how high one can go in Hell.
I'd like to echo Razaekel's request for which chapter that is. I read the story, and the scene doesn't seem out of place, but I can't recall where it would be (other than "in the last 40 chapters").
As to your thoughts, I had assumed the second form. However, given the size of Hell (I think we got a rough circumference of something like 20,000 km or 40,000 km from the flight to Tartarus and then back out (via going straight on 'till they got to the other side)) you'd still have a good deal of distance you could go "up" unless you smacked into something up there (20,000 km in circumference yields a diameter of 6000 km and a radius of 3000 km; 40,000 gives a diameter of 12,000 and a radius of 6000). I also seem to recall an earlier discussion where Stuart (or one of the other main writers) said that if you dug down, you'd pop out on the other side of Hell.
Maybe they had elimination rounds for those potential sci-fi novelist research recruits and while most of them obviously didn't make the grade, maybe Banks was surprisingly competent and the real scientists found him more tolerable than the other nuisance novelists?
Maybe Banks was just good company and a lot of the physicists are total geeks and when they take breaks, they go over to Banks and chillax with some science-beer and talk shit.
Man, Luga. She's so awesome! I love the fact that a lot of the humans find her very nice and friendly and cool and alright, no doubt due to her goddamn pheromones. I wonder if she also genuinely likes humans, or just goes with the flow.
How did Luga get captured again?
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Shroom Man 777 wrote:Maybe they had elimination rounds for those potential sci-fi novelist research recruits and while most of them obviously didn't make the grade, maybe Banks was surprisingly competent and the real scientists found him more tolerable than the other nuisance novelists? Maybe Banks was just good company and a lot of the physicists are total geeks and when they take breaks, they go over to Banks and chillax with some science-beer and talk shit.
That would be my cut; a lot of free-thinkers (using the term loosely) would have been tapped but most of them would have been politely (or not so politely) told that their services weren't required. Mostly they'd be people who either wouldn't have useful thoughts to contribute or who lacked the basic knowledge needed to present ideas that were plausible enough to warrant further study. I'd guess the number who made it through to the tank were a single-digit percentage of those who started the process.
Man, Luga. She's so awesome! I love the fact that a lot of the humans find her very nice and friendly and cool and alright, no doubt due to her goddamn pheromones. I wonder if she also genuinely likes humans, or just goes with the flow.
Perhaps we'll find out in due course.
How did Luga get captured again?
She didn't get captured again, she's trapped on Earth because her part in the assassination of Satan and the killing of Deumos that went with it make it very unwise for her to return to Hell. So, she made a new life on Earth using her chat show to torment the unworthy.
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No, I mean, I kind of forgot how Luga ended up being in the custody of humans. But now I remember that she was captured by Thailanese kung-fu hookers going all Dirty Harry, with the obligatory large-caliber handguns!
Man, thinking back about it, that's totally like a Frank Miller-ian twist! Whores! WHORES WHORES WHORES!
But yeah, if it weren't for her pheromones and excellent conversational skills, man, Luga would not've been feeling so lucky... punk.
Man, Stuart, your stories are great fun (especially since it's nowhere nearly as SRS BSNSS as it may seem!)
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Being part of the Tahan Phran militia had its advantages. Having the opportunity to operate this border post was one of them. Technically intended to provide border surveillance and cut down on cross-border infiltration, it was also a nice little money-earner for the local militia. It was a secure, well-run stopping point for travellers and tourists who could leave their cars and trucks and walk around in perfect safety. The women from the nearby village came up and cooked food for the visitors. When a bus load of tourists arrived, it was a great day for everybody involved. The tourists would take delight in eating real Thai food, not the bland approximation that most restaurants catering to tourists served. They would buy the jewelry and souvenirs that the local people had made, take advantage of the clean latrines and wash basins, paying a purely nominal charge of course and quite forgetting that what would have been a nominal charge in Bangkok was truly exorbitant out here. Especially since all the necessary supplies were issued cost-free by the Army.
There were even a few guest huts where people could stay overnight if they wished and that was both another source of income and the supply of some more basic entertainment. The Tahan Phran contingent was mostly comprised of young men in their early twenties, fit and well turned-out. The younger European women in the tourist busses seemed to find them quite irresistible and the arrival of a tourist bus for the night usually meant that at least one of the young militiamen would get lucky. The girls in the Tahan Phran outfit might have been expected to object but they had their own suitors. It seemed that the male tourists found girls who handled guns with nonchalant competence equally irresistible.
Captain Momrajong "Lon" Thongtaem smiled happily at the stray thoughts, then continued his inspection of the border post perimeter. Despite the various distractions of the day, the post had continued to function as a military base, sending out patrols to check the border and establishing road blocks so that trucks could be inspected for contraband. Sometimes drugs, sometimes people, sometimes just the small luxuries of life that were commonplace here in Thailand but unknown over the border in Myanmar. Smuggling was a well-established local tradition here. Now dusk had fallen, the need for an alert status had increased. Lon knew that the serious smugglers only moved at night and keeping them under control meant night patrol work. Fortunately, no tourist busses were staying overnight in 1147E today and the local villagers had all gone home. That meant the base was a purely military facility once more.
"Any sign of movement out there Kip?" Like most Tahan Phran outfits, the members of this unit had grown up together and knew each other far too well for military formality to take hold.
Sergeant Charnvit "Kip" Chachavalpongpun frowned. "I don’t think so Lon." He hesitated. "Nothing I can put my finger on but…"
"I know. Something's out there. I can sense it too." Lon joined his sergeant in frowning. One of the advantages the Tahan Phran had over the regular army was that they were locals who knew the area intimately. They knew the jungle, understood its moods, could listen to it when it tried to speak to them. The regulars couldn’t have that level of local knowledge. Now, the jungle was telling them that there were strangers around.
"You think there's Baldricks coming?" The sergeant spoke quietly but the concern in his voice was obvious. The Tahan Phran still had 5.56mm M16A1s, weapons that were virtually useless against the Baldricks. Units in the cities had the heavy-caliber weapons that were more suitable for that kind of enemy.
"Not Baldricks, no." Lon peered out into the darkness. "Those attacks are over. Might be angels, but I haven't heard of them launching marauder raids."
"Thai Rath had news today, said the Myanmar mob were moving troops around." The sergeant read the Thai Rath newspaper daily, not least because his wife had been killed in a car crash about 18 months earlier and he was watching the daily list of Thai people freed from the Hellpit. Once day, her name would be there and he could go to welcome her back.
"So I saw. I'd be happier if we had a back-up force to help us." That had always been the case in the past, usually a cavalry outfit with light armored cars that could move to help the militia out if an action turned out too big for them. But both cavalry divisions, along with Thailand's only armored division, were in Hell, part of the Human Expeditionary Army. "But the nearest reserve is in Kanchanaburi and they'd take hours to get here. Get some of the boys together, send them out to do a sweep along the river. Might be a big drug convoy is coming over and we're in the way."
The Sergeant nodded and turned away to organize a squad-sized patrol. It was possible a big drug shipment was being smuggled over and that meant the post would come under attack to stop them interfering. The only problem was that there had been no such shipments for two years or more. It was whispered that the Myanmar Junta had a huge new customer who was taking all the street corner pharmaceuticals they could produce. As he turned, over in the tree-line beyond the post perimeter, a flock of birds took to the skies, screaming in protest at the interruption of their nightly rest. Sergeant and Captain looked at each other with their eyes widened in recognition of what the disturbance signified, the Lon's hand smacked the alert button. The wail of the 'to arms' siren almost drowned out the whistle of the descending mortar rounds.
Whoever the mortar crews were, they were good. The first salvo of rounds crashed into the barracks area, shattering the timber buildings and setting the ruins ablaze. By the light of the fires, Lon saw the men and women of his unit scattering to their pre-set defense positions on the perimeter. The warning had been adequate, just, to get most of them out of the barracks but he could see from the numbers that some hadn't made it and that his little force had already been depleted. Then the ground shook under his feet as further salvos of mortar rounds struck home. His command post had been one of the targets of the latest barrage and he saw it crumpling under the impacts. Even worse, the radio shack was also a burning ruin. Border Post 1147E was isolated from help.
Lon knew something else, the mortar fire was too precise, too accurate for this to be a normal border incident. The troops out there were Myanmar Army regulars. Not just regulars but troops from one of the few really competent units in the Myanmar Army. Most Myanmarese units were a joke, a 'battalion' might be as few as twenty men, armed with light infantry weapons, and with a few porters to carry their supplies. This unit was different, they knew what they were doing, were here in strength and had a full complement of weaponry. As if to confirm his impression, the whole post area was suddenly bathed in brilliant light. The mortars had switched to firing flares, illuminating their targets while the surrounding jungle remained in darkness. The crackle of machine gun fire from his defenses just confirmed what he already knew, the main attack was just starting.
The damage to his command post was as bad as he had feared. He had taken a few seconds to run over to it but the building was gone. His radio operator was dead, stretched out over her equipment, her body torn by the fragments from the mortar round. The professional part of his mind told Lon that there was hope here, she had been killed while on the air, it was possible that a warning of the assault and a plea for help had gone out in time. The personal part of his mind was shut down, only later would he mourn the death of a girl he had known since her earliest schooldays.
Out on the perimeter, the Tahan Phran militia were blinded by the flare illumination of their border post. The white light had destroyed their night vision and the surrounding jungle was an impenetrable black shadow lit only by the muzzle flashes of the Myanmarese troops as they started their assault. There was a solution to this problem though, a well-established ones. The Thai militia had pre-set firing lines worked out for their machine guns, ones that didn’t need individual targets to be sighted but simply covered the approaches to the camp in a web of gunfire. The machine gunners swept their guns along the preset marks, spraying the advancing Myanmar infantry with fire and forcing them to ground.
Lon guessed that the commander of the Myanmar force had expected the initial mortar barrage to catch the defenses unprepared so that a hasty attack could be into the defense perimeter before the Tahan Phran unit could react. It had almost worked but not quite and the difference was great. With the Myanmar infantry pinned down in the ground between the jungle edge and the border post perimeter, he would have to do things the slow way. The Thai gunners had revealed their positions in beating off that first wave, now the Myanmar troops retaliated by firing rocket launchers at those positions. Of course, that had been expected, and the gunners had shifted to alternate positions but the slow process of dismantling the border post defense had started.
In the end, it took almost four hours and by the end of the fighting, eleven of the twenty five Tahan Phran militia were dead and most of the survivors were wounded. A crippling loss for a unit that was taken from a small village and one that left that village with all too high a proportion of its children lost. Lon regrouped the survivors outside the ruins of Border Post 1147E and led them as they slipped away into the jungle. His unit had done what was expected of it, they had held an enemy assault for a few precious hours and that was enough, for now.
Headquarters, Human Expeditionary Army. Hell
"Good evening General. You got the warning then?"
"Yes Sir, we did. May I ask how you knew? The warning from here actually beat the messages from our front-line units."
"One of the early casualties was a militia radio operator. She demanded we get a warning out as soon as she arrived here. Fortunately, the receiving staff at the Phelan Plain were on the ball and they got the message to us and we got the message to you. Now, can the HEA offer your country assistance at this point?"
"General Petraeus, it is with deep regret that I must ask for the five Thai divisions here to be released back to Thai command. They are our strategic reserve and we need them badly to defeat this invasion."
Petraeus walked over to the massive display screen that dominated one wall of his office. A few seconds playing with the controls threw up a map of the Thai border with Myanmar, a few seconds more highlighted the area of the fighting. It extended along almost a hundred kilometers of the border. Petraeus stared at it for a few seconds, absorbing the tactical reality of the situation on the ground.
"General Asanee, your forces are part of the Human Expeditionary Army. That means your fight is our fight. Just how deep a penetration has been achieved by this attack?"
General Asanee shuffled her feet in slight embarrassment. "At this time, I don’t know Sir. The reports we are getting from the area are pretty confused." She paused slightly and drew her breath. "To be honest Sir, the command staff at Kanchanaburi are not the best we have. Most of our best people are here in Hell, the rest are in the south where we had that separatist problem. The border with Cambodia had the next call and Kanchanaburi got what was left."
"You need to straighten that out." Petraeus's voice was mild but the rebuke was obvious. "You have the authority to make decisions? What does the civilian government have to say?"
"The Prime Minister is my cousin Sir. It's more a question of family relationships than military-civil authority and my cousin and I get on very well. But, Sir, I must insist we have our five divisions back."
"You have a nice, well-balanced corps there. One heavy armored division, two light armored divisions and two mechanized infantry divisions. You believe this is adequate to repel this invasion?"
"I do sir. Obviously, the command staff at Kanchanaburi will need replacing."
"Of course." Petraeus zoomed the map in. "Kanchanaburi is the key, it’s a major road and rail junction and gives direct, well-built roads right into the heart of the country."
"I agree Sir, it’s a standard teaching problem at Chulachomklao. Kanchanaburi is the key to the defense of the Myanmar frontier. We've got to hold it. The problem is, all we have there is light infantry, we need the armor and even now it’s a question of whether we can get it there fast enough. We have to assemble the units, get them out of the Hellgate and then ship them back. It'll take a week, ten days more likely. The Myanmar Army is on foot and our people will be fighting all the way but the timing is still off. We may end up having to counter-attack to retake Kanchanaburi before we can do anything else. That will be bloody."
"General, why should it take that long? We're in Hell, remember? We can punch a portal through from here to anywhere we want. All we need is a sensitive on the other end. That's why we've got the Human Expeditionary Army here in Hell, we've got interior lines to any point on Earth. When this army is complete, we can open a gate to wherever Yahweh, or whoever else we end up fighting, wants to take us and hit him with every mechanized unit most of the world can put together. When this Army is finished, we'll have 625 divisions, living humans, deceased humans, daemons ready to defend Earth and Hell against anything that can be thrown at us.
"So, your divisions can be wherever you want them, as soon as you want them there. You have sensitives still in Thailand, even after the First Bowl. Get them where you need the troops. At this end, you've got lucky, kitten's here and she's the best sensitive around. She's visiting some friends of hers in the deceased special forces so we can get her here within an hour or two." Petraeus winced slightly, personally he liked kitten but military customs and formalities hadn't caught up with one of his key staff members being led around on a leash by her boyfriend. It caused protocol problems.
General Asanee was staring at the map. "You knew this was going to happen didn't you?"
"This particular attack? Not quite, no. But it was obvious that something of the sort would happen all too soon. The Curb Stomp War proved that nothing in Hell, well, almost nothing, can stand against us in a head-on fight. Since Heaven and Hell were deadlocked in their Great Celestial War, the heavenly military arts can't be much better than anything down here. So they must know they can't fight us head on. Everything they've done points to them having taken that fact on board. So, it made sense they would try and find a surrogate-ally on Earth so they can pitch human against human.
"I can only think of three candidates who are outcasts, who are not part of the Human Alliance and who have access to substantial military power. Kim Jong-Il in North Korea, Chavez in Venezuela and Than Shwe in Myanmar. Our satellite recon tells us Kim Jong-Il is moving his units around and we expect trouble there soon. We didn’t pick up this Myanmar move, infantry movements in heavy jungle are hard to spot but it was a fair bet Than Shwe would be looking this way, the only other option would be to strike at India and even he isn't that mad. So, when I said, the Human Expeditionary Army stood with you, I wasn't being melodramatic, although judicious use of melodrama is no bad thing in a General. You must know that. This invasion is part of the war with Yahweh, defeat it and we defeat his purpose."
"I'll tell my Prime Minister we'll have all five divisions assembled at Kanchanaburi within 24 hours. That will please him greatly. We can seal this incursion off and drive it back." General Asanee thought for a second. "Then what? The Myanmar regime is a pretty nasty one and they just let their people starve after Cyclone Nargis. That was a Yahweh hit and they are still siding with him. This invasion is a betrayal of us humans, they should be punished for that."
"And it’s a chance to pay off a few old scores right?"
General Asanee kicked herself, she forgotten this General was a military history scholar of notable repute. "Of course, but even so, it's still the right thing to do. And it'll give Kim Jong-Il something to think about as well."
"I agree, in many ways we’re using this fight as a test-bed. To see how commanding Hell affects strategy here on Earth."
"So we invade then." The satisfaction in the General's voice was obvious.
"Why? We don’t have to invade, not any more. We can open a portal and just position troops close to Naypyidaw and by close to I mean on top of the place. We don’t have to fight our way up to a capital any more, we just arrive there. That makes Hell the most commanding piece of territory there has ever been. But, before any of that, you need to get your command problems in Kanchanaburi straightened out. An entire mechanized corps arriving in one place needs a lot of good staff-work."
"I'll be on it Sir." General Asanee thought for a second. "You've been thinking a lot about the use of portals in warfare haven't you?"
"General, since taking this job, I've thought about very little else."
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Looks like Myanmar may very well regret invading Thailand. Plus it looks like portal technology has just revolutionised warfare; no defensive line is now safe if an army can just open up a portal behind it, or go straight to the capital.
Mind you that does pose potential problems even for the most powerful countries - they're now theoretically open to raids on their capital cities, or any vital points.
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Portals in military combat? Sounds very exciting. I wonder if special forces teams will now take sensitives with them as military assets.
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Somehow, I think Petraeus is going to be busier than a one-armed paperhanger with the crabs, before this tale winds out.
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This has been said already, but invading Thailand was just about the worst thing Than Shwe could have done. Now they've given his enemies carte blanche to lock him up for all eternity.
He's gonna regret ever siding with Yahweh.
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One the implications start to sink in, it's going to be nasty for any POWs. How do you risk keeping prisoners if any of them MIGHT be a sensitive that can be used to drop a battalion into the middle of your prison camp?
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White Haven wrote:One the implications start to sink in, it's going to be nasty for any POWs. How do you risk keeping prisoners if any of them MIGHT be a sensitive that can be used to drop a battalion into the middle of your prison camp?
Tinfoil. Granted, it'll be a problem to make sure they're all shielded (maybe a field test to determine if someone can be a spotter?) but not insurmountable.
If Chavez isn't part of the Human Alliance, then why is Cuba presumably part of it? (They are a reasonably substantive Army) Hugo has a habit of following the Castro brothers around on about everything. Though given that reports make him out to be a fairly devout Catholic, the Message might have him sitting around in a confused stupor.
Turns out that a five way cross over between It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, the Ali G Show, Fargo, Idiocracy and Veep is a lot less funny when you're actually living in it.
This is one o the worst things heaven could have started. We wont hate them more than we do now, but when we start hitting them, we are going to be much more skilled when we do it. Thanks for the practice, Michael-Lan, let us show you what we learned!
Edit: If I was unclear, I was talking about large scale portal based combat.
Pelranius wrote:If Chavez isn't part of the Human Alliance, then why is Cuba presumably part of it? (They are a reasonably substantive Army) Hugo has a habit of following the Castro brothers around on about everything. Though given that reports make him out to be a fairly devout Catholic, the Message might have him sitting around in a confused stupor.
Assuming he didn't just lie down and die.
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