It’s always the same story…
The strong grow contemptuous of the weak, envious of their rivals, and convinced of their moral ascendancy.
Thus in the summer of 1940, the major powers of the European continent once again find themselves
engaged in total war.
Great feministic armies draw up to do battle. The Gerfräuten fReich, allied with her Ifalian fascist partners,
face the empire of the Brifish and her historic ally the fFrench republic. It looks to be a bloody reprise of the slaughter of the last great war. How many young women will forfeit their lives this time?
Meanwhile, slumbering to the east, the colossal paternal nation, the United Sates of Manmerica, maintains an uneasy neutrality. Their corrupt administration, headed by president Baldus Mayhem Falsoap, has been profiteering
from the conflict. The Manmericans hope to remain on the side lines, filling their greedy pockets as the female western empires decimate each other in protracted bloody conflict.
But a new style of warfare abruptly upsets everyone’s schemes. On May 10th the Gerfräuten army unleashes a devastating bliztkrieg assault. By end of June the fFrench armies have collapsed and the remnants of the Brifish Expeditionary Force flee the continent in a chaotic evacuation.
Brifain is now alone and on her knees. Only the narrow strip of channel sea, and a few hundred Spitfires prevent her from sharing fFrance’s fate. What if the fReich succeeds in crushing the RAF and crosses the channel in force?
What would then deter them from looking to the east?
Would the men be ready?