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The Ameriad Part I
The Ameriad Part II

Far across the wine-dark sea, where only the birds wing their flight above the whale road Oceanus, and further still to the war-scoured land of Europa, to the ancient lands of Hellas, the womb of the Greek people, that is where you shall find me, a new Aeneas fleeing burning Troy to a new country. But I am no prince of the Americans, merely a bard, and I have only my stories.

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Now the great war had spread all over the world, and the globe was aflame as if with fire by the cruel advances of PEACE, from Spain to Croatia to Greece, and the Canadians had been brought to the point of defeat, but they didst return with a cruel vengeance.

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Now when the appointed time came for the people of the eUSA to assemble and choose their leader once more, Lustful young Harrison Richardson, who was president then, put forth his name again, and so did Emerick, the one called Great, and a third, Joshua Hoss, named the Boss, a general of the Americans. Though it seemed ‘twould be close, Emerick was chosen by the people.

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Emerick was an old man, a veteran of many wars, who had seen the lives of many great eAmericans come and go whilst his life carried on. And forsooth he was proud, for many among the people thought him a great man. So the new President sought to end the war. He created a plan to treat with PEACE and make terms. And Congress too didst agree. But many Americans did fear the treaty, and there was a great dissension in the ranks.
But Russia was greedy, and cast the treaty aside, and the eAmericans were greatly vexed.

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Now Emerick did sit in his beach house in Florida and brood, for he too was greatly perturbed. And ringed about him were his counselors, his Vice President, young PiginZen, Gaius Julius, faithful steward to many a president; LexLuthor1, fearsome bald supervillain-turned-Secretary of State, and there were the remnants of Congress encircling, their faces saddened and deeply aggrieved. A dark shadow passed over Emerick’s face as he spoke, for there was great foreboding there. “Verily, this is not what I wanted,” said he. “For it was my deepest desire to be a president who brought about peace and made wars to cease.” His counselors spoke not a word, and Emerick continued. “Let us now think together, of what other plans we may indeed concoct.”

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“There is nothing else,” came the rumble of many voices. For lo! The doors to the beach house stood open, and there were the great lords of the US Military, arrayed in armor and tall and fearsome to behold. They were as ancient battle-chiefs of old, for they sought no political power, but only victory in battle. There was ssomo, and Harlot, qn20 and Knojerakk, Maxmillian VonWillebrand and Dczip: “Most assuredly, there is only death,” spake the gruff soldiers, battle-hardened veterans all.
Slowly, Emerick did rise from his seat, for at the appearance of so great a number of chiefs, he had become afeared. But his resolve strengthened, and his face hardened. “Yes!” cried he. “We fight to the end!”

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So the host of America did set out, and with the multitude were many young resistance groups. There were the Sons of Liberty, eNOVA, POTATOE, the Bear Cavalry, and others. They wore the plain garments of militia, but their countenances were battle-hardened indeed. But twas the Marines who led the force, their elaborate shields and helms bedecked with the tales of their countless battles against the PEACE foe. They were mighty warriors, and the multitude of Q5 weapons and wellness packs strapped to them slowed them not at all. There also with them was the Army’s 4/4, and their leaders, NXNW and Aang Airbender. They fought with a strength beyond their in-game strength, and their valor was known from Greece to Indonesia.
And Emerick let out a great shout, saying “Americans come home!” And he summoned the Americans trapped behind enemy lines to return to the land of their people that they might fight alongside them. And many Americans beheld the shout, and harkened to it.

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And a great host of Greeks, Croatians, Spanish, Romanians, Canadians, Israelis, Polish, Finnish, Swedish, and Norwegians, an innumerable force, gathered with the Americans to make a stand, to attack fearsome PEACE at the height of their power.
PEACE was there too in splendor of arms. The cruel Russians, not satisfied with their plunder, were at the head of the force. Hungary too, and Indonesia. Portugal and the UK, as well as the other lackey countries, stood waiting for the death knoll of America.

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When the battle did commence, war was met deep in the Louisiana's swampy murk; the Airborne descended from the heights of the heavens and with ferocious vigor, made fierce war upon the enemy. The Mobile Infantry fell in, and the Training Division and the Home Guard, brave soldiers all. The Army was charging in, its warriors shouting taunts of defiance. The Marines were already there; their slaying was a sweet aroma to heaven, a fresh breath in the nostrils of the gods who opposed cruel PEACE. George Washington and Benjamin Franklin looked on from the heavens, RL patrons of the Americans, and with them were that fickle god Admin and the Messiah, Michael Lewis and the God-Emperor Dio, for all the deities of the New World had aligned with the Americans.

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As the smoke of battle lifted, the boats of sundry Americans were already treading the wine-dark sea, brave warriors pledging to fight another day. Lo! There was Emerick battered and bloodied whilst shielding young newbs who made haste to a ship. Verily Joshua Hoss, stained red with the blood of his enemies, did run to a ship as a cruel bullet pierced his side. There Perrin was, and he made merry as a madman whilst he swung the butt of his rifle into the midst of encircling Hungarians. Desert Falcon poised like a hawk, he was, at the stern of a ship, the fire of his weapon laying low Indonesians one by one with a rifle as they swam. There was Cerb rising from a pile of Russians, knife flailing, only to fall once more. But though it seemed like all was lost for the Americans, there was a great host driving forward into the midst of PEACE like a dagger in the heart of hearts. For when I saw clearly, it was PEACE who made flight, hastening overland with expedience, fleeing the wrath of the Marines, whose Q5 guns lit the night sky with the light of day. There were Harlot, Lucius Varenus, and qn20 at their head, plunging into battle like a leap into a cold pool. For they were invigorated by death, and it livened their veins and quickened their breath. And PEACE saw it, and feared.

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When all seemed darkest, and death and despair ringed round us like in a black embrace in the deep bayous of Louisiana, we shrugged it off, and pushed on. It was not the end of America. Not yet.

Thus ends the third part of the Ameriad.