Lol, my AAR would be hilarious.
Comarde MOO sits at his desks in confusion. He grabs his budget and calculator as an aid pours a glass of vodka.
"Hmm, it seems like we spent 20 monies to send envelopes to the Right Wing? What the fuck does that mean?"
After arbitrarily setting a random budget and finishing his glass of Vodka Comrade MOO stares at the globe. His aid pours him another glass.
"Let's send weapons to Libya. Let's send weapons to Zimbabwe. What is this even doing? Where are we getting these weapons from?"
Finally MOO grabs the bottle and begins chugging from it. He randomly decides to invest in some technologies and reforms. Wooh.
GM of 1898
Louisiana: Edmond Lavaeu
You either die Fo'Dolo or see yourself live long enough to be the Patton.