Puerto de Ivo
Just A Man From Rohan - Recovering from ACTs
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Johnny, get you gun, get your gun, get your gun~
Take it on the run, on the run, on the run~
The crowd had gathered to see the passing Archduke, the man who was destined to take the throne of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the man, who's ideas seemed odd and contradictory to his personality, that might just be able to save the realm as it stood. This, however, would go up with the blaring of three bullets from an unknown assailant. Three rounds in quick succession, one shattering the window, and the other two striking the archduke center in his chest. Three shots, over fifty million dead. The Sarajevo Killer vanished, moving through the crowd like a shade, and fading away into the cityscape to never be found again. It was assumed by the government in Vienna that this was a radicalized Serb, seeking retribution for the Austrians holding Slavic lands, but the Austrians knew about retribution. An ultimatum was given to Serbia, and even though the minor nation agreed to most of it, it wasn't enough for the Emperor. Troops mobilized, treaties were signed, and the rumblings of war began to shudder across the European continent. History though, has an odd way of skewing events. What should have been a self contained scrap over the Balkans erupted into full scale war, the World War, as German historians would later put it. Putting down the upstart Germans became the point of view of the Entente, and as Russian troops began to roar to Berlin and through Galicia, as the French held the line at Alsace, and the British Empire began to bring all four corners of the globe down on the Reich, everyone seemed to have been willing to forget two very important things. One, there were neutral nations in this world, namely America. Two, the Austrians were the ones who originally declared, not the Germans. This, however, would prove vital. Any trade going to the Allied powers was to be stopped, at the command of the Kaiser, a policy of unrestricted submarine warfare was allowed, and thus, American ships were sunk, American sailors were killed, the American people? Enraged.
The slumbering giant that was the United States came onto the worldstage with the force of a crashing Goliath, with Texans, Hoosiers, Californians, New Yorkers, anyone and everyone that could sign up, now landing in western France and making their way to the front. The trench warfare was slow, laboured, but it was moving, inch by inch, mile by mile, day by day, German regional capitals would fall to the steady advance of the Allies, the Turks were being knocked out of Africa, the Arabs came to the British cause, and the entire world had seemed to turn on these paragons of the old order.
Once the dust settled, and the Entente had time to count their dead, there was a cry for revenge, there was a rage against those that had drug them screaming into this conflict. The Austrians, forgotten, left to keep the cobbles of their realm together, remained as a rump state of their former expanse. The Ottomans had fallen in their own time, collapsing under the wartime stresses, with the Sultan barely holding onto Anatolia with a steady hand, losing even Istanbul during the treaty as an independent and neutral "Straits Republic". Germany, poor damned Germany, was unrecognizable. The title of Empire was abolished, the crown taken from both Prussia and Berlin, the concept of Germany itself was nearly abolished as well, being pushed to an antiquated status quo that saw a government known as the German Confederal Union put in place. A loose association of formerly Imperial provinces and states of the Empire, now free and independent, trying to find the line between being German and their regional identity. Some of these states forged from the flames were quick to adapt, such as the Republic of the Rhineland, who took to independence well, compared to the Prussian Republic, who suffered an electoral gridlock the first free election attempted to be held in the nation. The Russians took vast swaths of the east, the Tsar sitting on a throne of prestige and wartime glory.
The German Reich was no more. In it's place stood a shattered realm, in it's place stood a shaky peace, in it's place stood a future war.
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Now, before you say it, I know a WI The Entente Had Won TGW is really overdone, especially on this site, but I had to give my hand at it. I tried to be unique with how I handled the situation, trying to get America into the conflict is much trickier than you would think, but I hope this is a good enough justification. I also think that avoiding the Rust Belt Riots was a bit of a fun twist, keeping the Americans close to the UK. I'm looking forward to working on more of this, and would love to see if you all would love a full TL of this, but as I said, I know it's overdone. Makes you think though, it would be odd to go to Berlin and not see the black-white-red.
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OOC:
Heya all! I wanted to try my hand at the concept of a DBWI map, the author coming from a world where the Central Powers won WW1. I was just curious to see if I could do the idea justice, and I really like the setting if I can be honest. If you have any questions please throw them my way, this is the first map I've made in a while that I have really liked! Been thinking about writing an actual DBWI TL based off of this world, but, that's still up in the air.
POD: America joining the Great War.