Diary of Salmeuk the III, Supreme Dictator of the Empire of The Hounds of DandoEarly Summer of 102You may have noticed that this date is earlier than my last entry. I was never told how our great country keeps track of time, and I always had someone else to tell me what day it is. Therefore it is not my fault I failed to ever acquire basic calendar reading skills.We are being extorted by the major regime to our south. Wernerstein, an upstart barbarian kingdom, is demanding a payment of 400 liquid energy coin to prevent an immediate invasion. I will pay this due, since we are already fighting on two fronts, and these are going about as poorly as wars can go.
In worse news, the A.I. centurions seem highly intelligent or incredibly lucky, as their single attack on our exposed western railroads resulted in the rich southern farmlands being cut off from the northern lake cities, meaning %70 of our food supply was eliminated in one fell swoop. My father was a fool for only building a single rail line...
All counterattacks against these centurions have proved fatal. After losing the 400th soldier the commander of the 4th infantry, Owen Starvoid, refused to attack any further. Now they sit in a precarious stalemate. Watching the gigantic stalking robots tear apart the glorious north-south railroad is like a nightmare come true. Will they push further north in the coming months?
Our only friends in these dark times are the
alien natives, a weird lot of freaks who seem to really really like living next to us. Or something, we can barely understand their envoys. Their relative placidity is something of a boon, albeit in a creepy uncanny valley sort of way.
Early Summer of 102Foul creatures, those Wernersteinians! They promised to take my money and remain peaceful, but instead they took my money and FUCKED me! Invasion to the south! How are we supposed to contend with all these demons? I have half a mind to retreat into the mountains and drink sweet wine until oblivion overcomes my frayed senses.
We were just taking back the eastern scrublands from the dinosaur riders, but now we have reports of enemy movement along the entire southern border... what the fuck are we gonna do? Father never said ANYTHING about diplomatic affairs, and I feel there is no recourse in that regard. We must fight it out. We will likely lose the southern province, maybe more. This is horrible.
Death to Wernerstein! Death to the A.I.! Death to the barbarian hordes! The Hounds of Dando will never fall!ooc: btw I reveal all information willingly and in the interest of storytelling, so feel free to abuse whatever intel you pick up from these journals. or don't, and join the decadent roleplay. also, I felt great joy when the A.I. literally cut off a majority of my farmland resulting in mass starvation, if only because of the impressive simulation that was occurring before me. what an interesting game system
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