I hope you enjoyed the first issue of World News, the March of War newspaper[www.isotx.com]. Those of you who read the paper carefully know what the last two factions are. This week we travel to South and Central America, where the Latin Junta are masters of the jungle.
Secret labs where the Brigades Revolucionarias develop new weapons are scattered throughout the Amazon rainforest. In one of these, genetic engineer Santiago Cruz is working on his latest invention.
“The enemy will run for the hills when they see this swarm emerge from the jungle,” Santiago Cruz looked confidently at his comandante. He smiled at his tiny, yet perfect creations. Behind the glass the insects scurried through the vines, each bug more poisonous than the next.
Santiago is a quiet man, a man of science and a man who has grown up amidst the tangles and coils of the vines and snakes of the jungle. He might never fight on the front line as his comandante leads the chicos to war. The bugs are genetically engineered to spread malaria, or at least a hyper speed version thereof. His children will kill more enemies for the revolucion than any rifle or tank ever could.
The Brigadas Revolucionarias harness the insects that crawl over the jungle floor, the venom that drips from the viper’s fangs and the poisonous fumes of the fungi growing on the trees. Turning the creatures and plants of the jungle into potent weapons, revolutionary guerrilla forces fight off the Red Army and the forces of the United Republic. Stories of the potency of their biochemical weapon even reached the divine ears of the Emperor. Hasta la victoria siempre, we battle until we are victorious! Comandante, viva la revolución!
The March of War closed beta test started this week. At the ISOTX office we've been testing like mad and we need your help! All able-bodied men and women are summoned to join the war effort. Starting this Monday you can subscribe for an invite to the closed beta. It’s first come, first served.
So why should you join SneakySoundz and MechanicalAngel in closed beta? Perhaps these inspiring words from a soldier’s wife will convince you.
<span style="color: #cccccc;">Local widow gets medal for exceptional service</span>
Jeanette DuPrie received a medal for exceptional service to our country. The 33 year old widow has aided the war effort tirelessly since her husband was killed in action. The mayor called her work at the arms factory an inspiration for women all across the nation.
<span style="color: #cccccc;">After your husband was found dead on the battlefield, you were left alone with three small children. How did you manage? </span>
I just kept telling myself that my husband’s sacrifice hadn’t been in vain. When I heard that knock on the door I thought my world had ended at first. But to be honest I think women who crash and burn when they get this kind of horrible news are weak-minded. I basically kicked myself in the butt, excuse my language, and picked up where my husband left off. It is our duty to serve the country and aid in the war effort any way we can. My husband did this and now I follow in his footsteps, keeping his memory alive. I raise our children to do the same when their time comes.
<span style="color: #cccccc;">A lot a women face the problem of combining a job and caring for their children after they experience a loss such as yours. You seem to have no problem doing this. </span>
My mother always taught me that you can do anything if you put your mind to it. I work at the factory nine hours a day. Schools these days provide excellent extracurricular activities that prepare your children for military service. Even preschools offer these programs, so there really is no excuse as to why you can’t work and take care of your family. Women who fail to recognize this either don’t care enough or, and I’m not sure which is worse, they are not strong enough.
<span style="color: #cccccc;">Those are pretty harsh statements, Mrs. DuPrie.</span>
That doesn't make them untrue. The world is at war and our husbands and sons are dying for our country. We all need to be as strong and brave as the soldiers on the front-line. If we don’t do our part, how can the men hope to win this war? If our men die, we need to continue the fight. In fact we are the next line of defense and we need to stand tall.
Do you brave bullets to uncover a story and can you sniff news from miles away? You might be the War Correspondent we are looking for! War Correspondents are fearless writers who stop at nothing when they bite down on a story.
For March of War we are looking for players who like writing and have excellent English skills to write and manage the Library. As War Correspondent you are responsible for creating interesting and accurate articles for the wiki. Together with the community team, you’ll contribute to the canon lore and content.
Are you interested in becoming a War Correspondent? Send SneakySoundz or MechanicalAngel a PM, or comment on this post.
According to former reporter Nadya (who is now guiding young Soviet souls to become Young Pioneers) the rewards will be glorious!
The closed beta of March of War starts after Easter! Our blood, sweat and tears have been poured into this new turn-based strategy MMO and now you can finally see the result.
Personally, I’m very excited to see how this 1940s dieselpunk is going to evolve, because as you might have read March of War is a living world. This means that we have created this cool alternate history for you, but once you start playing the game you are the one who’s going to determine how the story continues! – Well you’ll have to strife for power with the other players in your faction.
Now you’re wondering – how do I get an invite for this closed beta? Starting next week you can apply for an invite on the March of War website[marchofwar.isotx.com]. We have limited space though, so it’s first come, first served. I will let you know when you can start applying!
Comrade, after the education about the glories of the Soviet Union you received last week, it is time to show some of tool with which we spread the joy of communism. The Sickle is the pride of the Red Army. Wait, have I seen you before? Where are you from, Comrade? I cannot place your accent.
Let me tell you a story about a note from an Alliance spy I found:
I hope this message will find you at some point. When it does, I’m probably dead. The Soviets are developing a monstrous gunship. I trust the pencil drawings I made have arrived safely at the bridge over the river.
The cell I’m in is too dark to give you a detailed drawing. Before I was caught I overheard a couple of engineers discussing the chopper. I think they work for the Don Polytechnical Institute in Novocherkassk. They have fitted so many weapons on this behemoth of an aircraft, they are having difficulty getting it up the air. But they won’t stop until this Sickle is airborne and reaping our troops like its namesake reaps grain.
We must not let this beast lose in the skies, we must sabotage it at all costs or we will all regret it. My location is, or rather was, since I’ve no idea where they’ve brought me, nine and five quarters in the mountains. I don’t know if they’ve moved on, but it seems a good place to start.
Perhaps it’s the endless and gruesome torture I’ve been submitted to, but the gunship won’t leave me alone. It haunts my dreams, and in my waking hours I can only imagine what the Hammer must look like.
You do not need to worry about him anymore. The NKVD has dealt with the matter swiftly. We need to be very careful with anti-revolutionaries and spies – but you are a true revolutionary, aren’t you Comrade?