Admiral Kutzov
Idiot Emeritus
Donsig getting giddy? I'll have to start using bigger words to keep the karma in balance...
Department of General Musings
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Tubby Rower
Chronic Slacker
Hmm who's team is greekguy on?
Beorn-eL-Feared
Idiot riding pedals
Perhaps his family just died in a mining op accident ... 
scoutsout
Minstrel Boy
Whomp, AK, and I were kicking around an idea this evening that I'd like to discuss among the team. Here's an excerpt from the chat:
The basic idea is this: We trade workers with other teams to mitigate the unit support cost associated with the number of workers we'll need to hack an empire out of the jungle.
I would really appreciate comments on this idea.
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The basic idea is this: We trade workers with other teams to mitigate the unit support cost associated with the number of workers we'll need to hack an empire out of the jungle.
I would really appreciate comments on this idea.
Daghdha
Absent Minded
I think it is a splendid idea if we decide to clear all that jungle/marsh. As I've stated elswhere, I don't think that is the way to victory though. We will beat MIA because we have a better tech trading partner and will have cavs before them = whack. We will beat Nuts because we're ahead and can stay that way while they're catching up from the initial war. TNT is the dark horse here but will be suffering from our attack to come. I think it will be a bloody affair that ends soon after rails are built.
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Minstrel Boy
@Bede: Glad you liked the idea. Should we give Whomp the go ahead to start negotiating? And should we do this with MIA, 'nuts, or both?
For the 3rd annual avatar switch thread. Join up here. Hehe.
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Kickbooti
Ecclesia Militans
My HD got wiped and I LOST CIV ASSIST! I've looked around and can't find it. Can someone guide me?
Butterball
Bear
Kickbooti said:
Speaking about CivAssist II, is there a CivAssist IV yet? Or will there be?
BB
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Minstrel Boy
Flyin' Elvis eyed the tundra coast from the deck of the Celtic Galley. He knew something was definitely going on, as he had never seen such an armada. Four Galleys and (counting himself) eight Gallic Swordsmen. He was curious about his shipmate Morpheus - the guy had one more stripe than everybody else in the task force. In an attempt to break the ice, he asked Morpheus if he was the leader of the group.
"Oh no, I'm not in charge." replied Morpheus.
"If you're not in charge, then how'd you get the extra stripe?" Asked Flyin' Elvis.
"I got it in a training program called whack-a-barb." replied Morpheus.
"A training program?" Flyin' Elvis was curious. "What's that?"
"Would you like to know the secret of this world?" Asked Morpheus, holding the younger warrior's gaze with an intense, knowing look.
"...um...okay...I guess." Flyin' Elvis was unsure.
"None of this is real." Flyin' Elvis gasped. "Though we think the year is 230 BC, how do we know it is before anything?!" Morpheus paused to let the thought sink in. "For all we know, the actual year is in the early twenty-first century."
"How do you know all this?" Flyin' Elvis asked, starting to question everything he had ever been taught.
"I have a cousin who saw things that are not of this world at the Doughbolt Factory explosion..." Morpheus paused. "He is convinced that this entire world is a computer program, and that none of us actually exist."
"R...rrr...really?" replied Flyin' Elvis...now scared more by Morpheus than by the foreign shore before him.
Morpheus held out his clenched hands. Turning his fist upward and opening them, he revealed a red object in his right hand, and a blue one in his left. "Do you want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes?" Morpheus continued... "The Red one will reveal the truth to you. The blue one will take you back to life as you have known it."
Facing the foreign shore (and realizing that "life as you know it" meant "hitting the beach at sunrise") Flyin' Elvis tentatively took the red pill, and swallowed it.
After a few moments, nothing happened. Not one blasted thing.
"What the...?!?!?!!"
Before Flyin' Elvis could finish his expletive, Morpheus cut in:
"Gotcha!" exclaimed Morpheus. "Dear Meleet! You are so gullible. If you don't start paying attention, some Persian hag is going to poke your hiney with a knitting needle, and you will bleed to death boy." Morpheus was belly-laughing now. "This is the only world there is. It was created by Meleet. We're going to war. And that, my boy, is all you need to know."
Tubby Rower
Chronic Slacker
tee hee 
Kickbooti
Ecclesia Militans
This is going to be fun.
Daghdha
Absent Minded
Maybe a nice little short story for the Golden Age Edition of The Eye? Very cool W.
gmaharriet
Ancient Crone
If you look up and study the post VERY carefully, I think you'll find it wasn't written by W, but S.Daghdha said:
Oh, holy knight.The sun was brightly shining.
It was the day
Of our dear Meleet's birth.
We're celebrating our highest holy day!!!
Daghdha
Absent Minded
Oh, dang it this changeing avvies craze. I'm so confused I think I'll go declare on someone...how about TNT?
Sir Bugsy
Civ.D.
Here in Zagland we still have an hour and forty minutes until the high holy day arrives, but let's get started early. 
Oh little town of Simpleton
how quickly we see thee drink
above thy dark and drunken streets
the stars spin o'er our heads
Oh little town of Simpletonhow quickly we see thee drink
above thy dark and drunken streets
the stars spin o'er our heads
Tubby Rower
Chronic Slacker
Yet in thy dark jungle lostThe MIA broads dance
Their ugly men in kilts
Have been put in a trance
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