Belgians

Major DeCeit:

You die a little bit every day you have to spend in this hellhole they call the Congo. Your duties as an employee for the Force Publique mainly consist of keeping nosy outsiders from learning too much about the darker side of the company's work while keeping the money (and rubber) flowing back to Belgium. You leave most of the unpleasant details to your lieutenant. So far you've found it hard to skim enough of the profits to buy your way into a better post, but if you could make just one big score....DeCeit: "I assure you, Monsieur Inspector, this talk of severed hands is greatly exaggerated. I'm sorry, you won't be able to interview Mr. Chivington. The cannibals ate him yesterday. A tragic misunderstanding, I assure you. Oh look, there's a large pile of money on the floor. Perhaps it fell out of your pocket."

Lieutenant Van Damme

You love working for the Force Publique. Your sadistic personality is tailor made for the Congo. Major DeCeit is a big picture guy and lets you have a free hand with the men. Your leadership techniques are not for the squeamish, and even the cannibals fear your wrath. You've never encountered a discipline or morale problem that couldn't be cured with a few good thrashings. Your ambition is to work your way up the chain of command. Van Damme: "You collected how much rubber? I see. *Draws his knife* I guess you need some motivation."

Forces:

9 askaris with white officer, 11 cannibal spearmen with white officer, 2 bearers

British

Professor Balderdash

Your once glittering reputation with the Royal Geographic society has been ruined by several disastrous expeditions. Lately you've noticed the lads at your club snickering behind your back, and the dinner invitations have become few and far between. Was it your fault that the crocodile people of the Zambibi moved upstream to wait out the dry season just a week before your expedition arrived looking for them? Or that the legendary monster of Lake Ozingo turned out to be a large floating log? This is your last chance to restore your good name. You must not fail! Balderdash: "Major, I assure you that pile of skulls is purely symbolic. No, they're not attacking us. That's their way of welcoming stangers. Oh dear...."

Major Mustard

Africa is the last place you want to go, but you've been ordered to keep that muttonhead Balderdash safe on his latest hare brained expedition. You dare not offend the Horse Guards if you hope to make Colonel one day. "Colonel Mustard," you like the sound of that. Some jealous officers consider you a petty martinet, but you know that a unit that looks smart on the parade ground will look even smarter on the battlefield. Mustard: "You call that uniform clean! I wouldn't wipe my arse with that filthy rag. Sergeant, clout that man."

Forces:

2 units of Askari (8 men plus Sikh NCOs), 2 bearers

Natives

Idi Ameany

During the last few years you've watched as the whites have crushed every tribal kingdom they've encountered. But you've survived by adopting European weapons and tactics. You've managed to achieve a stalemate through bravery and guile, but you know it can't last. You'd like to move your army to a new, more secure territory. But to do it you'll need money for supplies, weapons, and ammunition. You know of only one way to get what you need - take it from someone else. Ameany: "we'll draw them into the open and catch them in a cross fire. Tupac, are you listening?"

Tupac:

Life as Somali's right hand man is sweet. While the big guy does all the dangerous stuff you're free to enjoy all the rewards of being a successful African warlord - money, food, women, and all the hemp you can smoke. Let the good times roll! Tupac: "Cross fire. Yeah, I got it boss. Then can we take a rest? My head is killing me."

Forces:

two units of native muskets (10 men each), 2 bearers

Germans

Klink

You're one of the new breed of energetic young Germans ready to make their mark on the world. You've watched in frustration as the Great Powers carved up Africa, leaving Germany with the crumbs while those British swine get the choicest pieces. You've long argued that the Fatherland should seize a tasty piece, and quickly. But there's been little official interest. Perhaps they're waiting for an ambitious young go-getter to show the way. If you can prove that there's a profit to be made by colonizing Africa maybe they'll change their tune. Only one way to find out. Klink: "Bah! Don't bother me with details. Just do it."

Schultz

You're a man ahead of his time. Africa is a horrible place for a proto-Nazi. You desperately hope that you won't be permanently tainted by your experiences. Perhaps some discipline and leadership can transform the natives into a useful fighting force, but you doubt it. If you run into trouble you're sure your good breeding and natural intelligence will carry the day. Speer: "No, I can't train the natives to use rifles in one week. They still haven't mastered the pointy stick, and they've been using those since they were babies."

Forces:

8 askari with white officer, 11 native spearmen with white officer, 2 bearers

Zanzibaris

Anwar Sedate

For generations your ancestors have dominated this part of Africa, looting and slaving as they pleased. But you can see the writing on the wall - the glory days are coming to an end. The damned greedy Europeans with their insane anti-slavery beliefs will eventually supplant your people as the masters of the Congo. Already you've fought some skirmishes with the Belgians. You've socked away a lot of money already, and with a little more you can retire in comfort. Provided you don't get killed in the meantime. Anwar: "They are a dangerous foe. If we approach quietly through those trees we can catch them by surprise. Taliban? Where are you going?"

Taliban

Your uncle Anwar is a good man but he's been corrupted by wealth. Otherwise he would realize that the white infidels will never be able to drive out the Zanzibaris. Allah would never allow it. Someday a fire will sweep the continent clean of the pestilent whites. You're the guy with the match. Allah be praised! Taliban: "Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi! Death to the infidel!"

Forces:

two units of Zanzibaris (nine men each), 2 bearers

Americans

Teddy Ruseavote

A trip to Africa is just the tonic for your stalled political career. All you have to do is shoot some animals and the press will be all over you. If you can pull off something more dramatic, all the better. Teddy (squinting into the sun): "What kind of animal do you have around here that's brown and walks on two legs? *Bang* Odd, it looked like it was waving at me and it was making these funny noises."

Tex Critter

You've shot every type of critter in 'Merica, so why not try your hand in Africa. Those guys back at the trading post made you laugh with their sissy warnings about the valley being dangerous. How bad could it be? You're an American, and a Texan to boot. A little adventure is just what you're looking for. You can hardly wait. Already your trigger finger is getting itchy. Tex: "I'm gonna shoot me one of them long nosed critters. What do ya call 'em? Elly fints."

Forces: one unit native muskets (10 men), one unit native spears (12 men), 2 bearers

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