C3C PBEM Darwin's Island

Ivan walked along, minding his own business when he spotted smoke from the hills.
good, thinks Ivan.
BIG MISTAKE! scouts are NOT paid to think, but explore!
a thunderbolt shoots out of a cloud and Ivan walks on, muttering "God, ill bury the b*stard!"
(and this is what he did)

meanwhile, on a nearby hill Misha sees a blue haze.
its good to know we are not alone.
perchance it is our long lost brother, Hans of ZE GERMANS? or is it swiss?
 
GPS to Beorn
 
GPS to the neighbor
 
GPS 2 Blarst

So... could it be that we are not the only civil tribe in the world?
 
it is great to know we have friends nearby, thinks Ivan.
as the cloud gathers overhead, he runs flat out towards the MAYANs.
amazed, he enters what seems to be a deserted town.

seeing there is fun to be had, Ivan, a man of simple pleasures, whistles to his travelling companions, and they prepare to run naked through the village.


it is lucky to the MAYANs that the russians have friendship in thier hearts.
next time, they might not be so lucky


gps sercer88
 
The citizens of Ill Forebodings have sensed this sort of meeting since time indefinite (well, ok, since ca 9500 BC...when they founded the town) But, now that it has actually happened, and at this sort of time (when they were yet undefended), the citizenry have become afraid. They fear for their lives, for, just this past month, they have spotted a tribe of naked scouts running wild through the southern grasslands near their sacred city :eek: :eek:

I, Smoke Jaguar of the Mayans, must make a request that these ruffians, scoundrels, etc..., be removed from our land before the citizens become too upset...

gps to gg.
 
the dust from our passing must be covering the leopards sight.
the proud russians run where they will.
it just so happens that we will it to head onwards, to infinity and beyond!

Ivan himself deems the unrunnerlikes with a withering gaze:


no worries, we are running away from our fears.
for it is well known that we have a deep respect for the mayans.
 
Another river (and another sacred beast) is discovered but with our growing population warriors are needed to keep the people from misbehavin'.

GPS to Beorn
 
GPS Mithanga
 
GPS 2 Blarst

A lybian tribe hes been ordered to settle elsewhere.
 
Would be easier if I actually sent the mail... Sent now.
 
Sacred Beast expands it's borders as warriors continue to look beyond the horizon.

GPS to Beorn
 
GPS Mithanga
 
GPS 2 Blarst

The Hatti commit now three think mistakes... as if they had never played before.
 
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