Revolution!: A 1917 Russia Game (Gameplay Thread)

[Diabolical Materialism]

Russian military encampment in the hinterlands of Urmia, Persia
March 22nd, 1917


Rider came today from the command in the north. The worst has come to pass and the Tsar has been forced to abdicate by the rabid Jacobins in the Provisional so-called Government. The pockmarked, rooting eating masses have turned their backs on God and have made it known their intentions to secure damnation for themselves. While we, the rightful and God-anointed successors to the princes of Novgorod and Kiev, rot here fighting goat herders, a mongrelized horde of revolutionaries clothed in sackcloth desecrate our inheritance. I look now westward to the setting sun, and see only a tide of red there.

Semyonov, in spite of his cultural handicap, feels similarly. There is something to be admired about the cavalry peoples of this vast steppe and their commitment to both God and Tsar. He has suggested that we finish matters here with the Turks as best we can. The local Assyrians may be of some assistance. The Mohammedan Turks loathe them for their stubborn adherence to the true God and their chivalric nature. We have begun printing small pamphlets to be distributed among the corrals and mud brick villages to the benighted Christians who long have suffered under Turkic rule.

I am imploring Semyonov to move us northward once we've made enough soldiers out of these dust farmers, and once the eternal Turk has been made to kneel. An army is needed now here in the fringes of empire. An army that is swift, deadly, and united in deference to God and Tsar.

The dust swirls outside the tent. And I can't help but notice that the red wall in the west, has already begun to fade to black.  

- Baron Roman Fyodorovich von Ungern-Sternberg

[Diabolical Materialism]

Russian military encampment in the hinterlands of Urmia, Persia
April 23rd, 1917

Our efforts to recruit among the local Christian population have been satisfactory. These men are hot-blooded, and enthusiastic about the prospect of defending their homeland from the rapacious Mohammedan horde. Little do they know, that the bulk of their service to God will not be fought here against the dreaded Turk, but in fields far beyond any horizon that even the most traveled of their forebears have gazed upon.

To satisfy both the remaining commands from the Army in the north, as well as the inclinations of my newfound indigenous levies I am ordering one more offensive against the Turks in the hopes of neutralizing this specific theater as a potential threat to Russia. Once this is completed, we must become mobile.

It appears our mere existence, even thousands of miles and several centuries away from the motherland, has attracted the attention and ire of the sack-clothed radicals. Word has arrived to me that a Georgian radical has singled us righteous templars in general, and myself in the particular, as being the primary threat to their disruption of the natural order. Even now the radicals and their mongrel mobs have begun to portray my cohort as a Black Mass of reactionaries hellbent on the restoration of feudal oppression, and our actions in opposition to revolutionary violence as an aristocratic boot stomping repeatedly on the throat of the grease soiled factory worker, and the fen-wallowing country yokel.

I have no intention of contradicting them.

 
 - Baron Roman Fyodorovich von Ungern-Sternberg

(Let's get this going again boyos)