Wowsers! What a match!
Sheepeh was Europe, I was South America. Tensions had been rising for weeks, due to Sheepeh buying up all my coffee companies and refusing to allow me my morning cup-of-joe fix. In retaliation I was renaming all my island colonies to 'Fuck Sheepeh'. Anger reigned. We were growling at each other across the ocean.
Sheepeh steamed straight ahead with his task force of battleships and carriers. They engaged my fleet near my shore. Radars snowed with blips, zig-zagging destroyers were dived on by fighters and bombers, spewing fire. Carriers became outflanked and hit from all sides by exocets. After a day's fighting Sheepeh's fleet was destroyed, and I limped out of the conflict with my destroyers sunk but my all important carriers intact.
Both our sub fleets were still intact, having only lost a sub apiece. I moved mine off Greenland. Sheepeh moved his down to Buenos Aires and off Jamaica. Unfortunately for him I was bloody minded, and scanned the waters tediously with my depth charge yielding carriers. I sunk his Jamaica fleet just as he was launching nukes. The two or three he got off posed no threat, and I had the moral advantage. More disturbingly, his Buenos Aires fleet managed a respectable salvo. I miscalculated reckoning the carriers would sink them, but because they were on the surface launching now I could do nothing but launch fighters. The delay cost me, and the coast of Brazil and Argentina glowed with radioactive fire. Some twenty five million perished that night, and the desire for revenge smouldered in the eyes of NervousPete high command.
I loaded up my carriers with extra land-based bombers, moved my carriers to mid-Atlantic and launched every bomber I had. Just as the missiles were dropping from the bomber's bellies and spurting into rocket-powered life I launched every MIRV I had from my eleven surviving submarines. I lost a couple, and a fair few bombers to his land fighters, but a massed cloud of over sixty warheads was descending upon Europe.
Worst yet, Sheepeh was retaliating with his own bombardment. But in doing so his silos were unable to protect and his cities went up in columns of nuclear fire. London and Manchester were the first to go, then Lisbon and Madrid. A rolling wave of fire lit across the continent from West to East. I did not escape the exchange unscarred however, Mexico suffered grievously with two cities reduced to rubble. My casualties rose to 28 million.
I scraped together every remaining nuke I had and launched again. This time his silos were ready, only a couple having perished in the attack. But still, city after city fell. Kiev, the crown jewel, was still intact, but all around was devestation.
The second strike:
The final score was around 28 million dead on my side to eighty million on Sheepeh's. A radioactively-glowing win for me!
However, I stupidly gave Sheepeh all my top tips afterwards, so he's going to kick my arse next time.