History tends to repeat itself, as we know. The Paternian Republic has fought a long war with the Persian Empire, and perhaps is at its end. But so is the Persian Empire, who has committed itself to the destruction of the Paternian Republic in a cautionary tale.

With his yet-to-be-designed warships, helicopters, and practical tanks, he claimed to have destroyed our army.

This is false.

Just because you have the biggest guns, doesn't mean you don't win the fight automatically. War is more than who has the biggest gun.

Leadership. Psychology. Knowledge of you and your enemy.

We have all three. And yet they claim victory?

The caliph lives blissfully unaware of the state of everything, in what palace he feels he wishes to stay in.

The generals and admirals, afraid of his iron fist, feed him lies. Lies to comfort his complete lack of knowledge in all matters technical.

And this lack of knowledge of all things techical drove him insane over the creation of oversized targets for our machines, such as the Sulemari Tank.

Impossible creations. Because you can dispute the laws of a king, but you cannot dispute the laws of physics. The laws which all gods rule the world with.

And with his army, armed with such creations, march confidently into battle against the Paternian Army.

Of course, in a brutal one-life deathmatch, we would lose. They have far larger numbers.

So we retreat. And they follow.

They follow relentlessly. So relentlessly, that they abandon common sense and pursue with the fury of an angry bull.

But this angry bull charges blindly into our traps, ambushes, and minefields. They claim to be able to feed their people, yet their ability to bring things to the front are gone. No railways. No teleporters. No bridges. No tunnels.

And as he blissfully sips his tea in his palace, surrounded by enslaved courtesans taken from their homes, his army starves, worn down by ceaseless hit and run attacks from an unseen foe. They turn this rage to the only one's they can see; the people. We watched as the people were killed, raped, and robbed.

Then we hit. We hit hard. We hit so hard that what resistance they have crumbles. The people now cheer when our army arrives.

But their hopes are dashed as a large Persian army forms, and we rinse and repeat.

At sea, our submarines have virtually sunk the entire merchant marine of the Persians. As they have no antisubmarine weapons, they are quickly decimated.

It's a Paternian way of fighting. Never direct, always from ambush. Never fight fairly, because fair fights are for the foolhardy.

With this said, we aimed to bleed their army dry. They want land. All of it, for a jihad that would make Muhammad weep, and for any price. And so they paid it, in the blood of millions of soldiers.

The Paternians then went on the offensive, attacking and rapidly gaining lands back in weeks. India, Korea, and North Africa, came into our care. New Zealand and the whole of Polynesia join the ranks. He continues the relentless pressure, and it came to our attention that the soldiers were expendable.

We needed to make them bleed. Fast. A plan was devised to launch a combined attack on his capital city, Jakarta.

In the meantime, he has been proclaiming victory at every turn. Until Jakarta was gassed, the phosgene canisters mistaken for duds due to their lack of respect.

The next day, when half the city fell dead, only then did he realize what kind of person he was fighting.

And so he lashes out, trying to grab as much land, kill as many of our people as possible. But alas, this is a desperate man.

This desperate attitude is strengthened by Operation Rising Storm, where Paternian Army units invade the Caliphate itself. Although they were eventually driven back, it proved that we are able to destroy all. Again, he seeks revenge with further campaigns, draining his nation's treasury.

His allies, realizing how crazy he is, begin to leave and form new nations.

The Walrus Alliance is formed, and the first target is North America, as stipulated by the agreement. In exchange, Paternians cede their Antarctic claims.

Unfortunately, North America is occupied by Auruna, a wholly neutral nation. Such is the fate of neutrality, where they tend to be caught in the crossfire.

In a well-timed operation, North America was ours in three weeks.

Desperate, the Caliph decided to send a nuclear weapon to Hawaii.

And he nearly succeeds at blowing it up. Nearly.

If it wasn't for our research in artificial intelligence, in the form of the only person whose memory and function was transferred to a computer; Amy Winters.

She stopped the attack through a hack into the missile guidance, causing it to land harmlessly into the Pacific Ocean.

This time, the less stable one is Amy Winters. She nearly destroys the world in her bid to destroy all of the Persians. But we have since calmed her down, and she no longer seeks to completely annihilate them.

The irony is real, that is the people considered second-class to the Persians is the reason why they were nearly irradiated off the map.

While the Caliphate may claim victory, such is a hollow claim. The majority of their male population has been killed. In some villages and towns, there are only women, the wives, mothers, and daughters of the fighting men.

In combat, they were lions. A pride of lions. It is a shame they were led by sheep.

And so as we recover from the costs of this war, we watch an empire whose basis is a radical interpretation of a book written many centuries ago, crumble into the dust.