IOT vs. NES

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If you come to the NES forum it's fairly established that most NESers hate each other. That said, Luckymoose is usually a jackass.
 
Gamez, don't let them see our weakness man..
 
Fine. Most of the NESers I talk to hate you guys. :p

Lord of Elves vs Luckymoose is a funny rivalry.
 
I love both NESes and IOTs and I play both, I do play more IOTs and GM them because I usually dont have the time and comitment for a complex NES
 
Okay. I have no strategy. That's why I got so far in Iron and Blood. And the only reason I got so far is because I applied a few basic things I had learned from NESing.

I got far in that game too, but had never played a NES at that point. The main reasons why you won the game are my allies not putting any money into espionage, organizing a dozen people being very hard, the completely ridiculous penalties kiwitt placed on us, and me really not giving a crap once I got really big (which is a prevalent problem I have in every strategy game I have ever played).

It's basic stuff I've learned from TW, Civ, and possibly AoE, but most of all, the History Channel.
 
You couldn't have learnt it from the History Channel, if you did it would've been the ALIEN Kingdom of Siam or The Pawn Republic of Siam!
 
but most of all, the History Channel.

So... You applied the knowledge that aliens exist and pawn shops somehow provide entertainment?
 
This was when it was still the Hitler Channel.
 
Firstly I'd just like to say that you shouldn't listen to Christos. Listening to Christos as a voice for the IOT is like listening to Nick Griffin as a voice for the population of the United Kingdom.

Secondly:

I think you'll find that some of us IOTers really do care about the joys of RPing. As you can see some of us have really tried to encorage it in our games making them more NESish. However the difference I percieve is that IOT haven't found a single ground for the quality of RP required. There is the option for it but there is no requierment.

If you look in games such as Mobius, Spirit of Man and I&B you will see that some people do do a christos type order:
Everything into military and kill the scums
Some do a Double A type order:
Martians? In MY Malta?

I don't think so.

Spoiler unfinished orders :
170CP

48CP goes to Germany for the purchase of middle Italy
44CP - 11 infantry
78CP - 13 artillery

Military:
1/4 of all ships patrol Spanish coast
Other 3/4 patrol Strait of Sicily
Do not engage unless the Martians try to make a crossing or they are fighting the army

Army: invade the crap out of Sicily, Malta, and Morocco (sort of like island hopping, but there are only two hops). Supported by navy.


Deadmark, can I have your infra?

Europe: The Martians have landed in roughly 15 places, and only have 36 tripods. That means we can spread them out to 2-3 'pods in each area, which should minimize casualties. I have no freaking idea how many troops it takes to knock down one of the things, but since 6 of them had screwed England pretty bad, I think the priority zones should be Spain and Poland. Of course, since Robbie was kind enough to let everyone border them, just do whatever.
edit: And considering Robbie wants us to go underground, I think one tripod will be more than a handful (assuming it's on the ground and not in the water)

PS: Austria is a lucky bastard.
Also should be taken into consideration: Loan all your infra to Germany or Libya. It's gamey, but it'll provide 112CP if all the PCs do it.

And some do this:


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The Brunswick Rifle


In a small room, dimly lit by a single lantern hanging from the wooden beams that stretched across the arched ceiling, Robert Douglas and Ioan Llewellyn sat nonchalantly. Ioan was the master armourer of the Jacobite Kingdom and the room, which was his, was cluttered with various odds and ends. On his knee rested a rifle.

“So, the lassie asked me to frain aboot the wappens ye hae.” Said Douglas, “She wants te knaw what ye have.”

The old Welshman smiled and lifted up the rifle sitting on his lap. It was a sleek instrument made of dark wood and dark metal and it had engraved on it such patterns as to look like something out of an art gallery, not a device for ending men. “Well, see what I’ve got here,” He said in his welsh accent; almost as broad as Douglas’ Scots “This here is what theys call a Baker Rifle.” He moved his hand slowly down the barrel as if it were a piece of delicate china “It’s accurate but it loads like wet sod and has te be kept as clean as is possible. We’ve been using these since Napoleon’s days.” His hand reached the butt of the rifle and he spun it up to rest on his shoulder, more proficiently that any soldier, to him it was an art.

“But it’taint any good is it Ioan?”

“No, it’s old, out of date and going out of fashion; just like us.”

“Aye,” Robert replied sadly “That it is.”

Then the Welshman sprang up and walked over the room to a bracket in the wall and took out another rifle. “Now, this is a real beauty,” he said, cradling the firearm in his hands “10 pounds o’ weight, can fire further than the Baker, faster than the Baker, muzzle loaded lead, made in the factories at Enfield, 30 inches long and firing 0. 654s. This, my friend, they call a Brunswick.”

“Is it good?”

Ioan held up the gun, looked down the barrel, tossed it in his hands before placing it back on the bracket. “It’s good.” He proceeded to a smaller table nearby and showed the still seated Robert a small package. “It doesn’t fire standard shot though, has a little belt on it.” He put the package down again “That’ll make it harder to acquire munitions but it’s a damned fine rifle.”

“Lassie Stuart wans te raise a new army. Is this the right gun fer it?”

“Aye, this is it.”

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Colombia – Edge of the Demilitarized Strip

Simon Bolivar looked out across the vast landscapes of his homeland. His now divided homeland. He stood on one side and he imagined someone else, somewhere, standing on the other side, looking over to where he stood. Maybe one day they would meet. But not today.

He stood on the edge of the Demilitarized Strip, an area of land that separated Brazilian Colombia from Colombia-Main. The strip stretched lazily right through his homeland; it put Cascaras in Brazil and Maracaibo in main. He had opposed this completely when the process of deciding on a border had been made. He had opposed foreign powers ever entering his green and pleasant land. But what ought to he have done. His nation had been bankrupted and revolts had erupted across all the cities. He had saved his country. Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

The Demilitarized strip would still be there, in years to come. Simon could do nothing about it. Until the two great powers agreed on a mutual treaty there would be no united Venezuela, his dream of a free South America was crumbling around his feet. Maybe it was time he changed career...

7IC - New Caledonia
4IC - Limey Warfare
1IC - Science
2IC - Factory in Central America
(This isn't to say that I'm good it's just the first one I came across, just a coincidence that it's me. If I had looked a bit longer I could have found a much better example.)
EDIT: Found better
These expeditions always seemed to begin the same way: a crashed ship, a string of Germanic curses, and the commanding officer escorted into the field amid the navigators' apologies for utterly failing to comprehend how the situation came to pass. This Charlie Foxtrot was different, though: the task force had literally no idea where they were.

Pursuing Rick O'Leigh into space seemed to have become much more commonplace nowadays, but this particular space-time anomaly had taken the fleet by surprise. Task Group Falke had the unlucky distinction of being caught only a few hundred metres from the epicentre and had been sucked in before it could react. The wormhole hadn't damaged the ship, but had propelled it head-on and at full velocity toward the planet directly in front of the terminus; the crew was lucky they weren't killed on impact. They hadn't been able to gauge the planet's topography before the crash, but preliminary surveys declared the atmosphere hospitable.

Task force commander General Wolfgang Sturm stepped through a frigate port level with the ground and onto the planet surface, surrounded by guardsmen with rifles at the ready. Senior and heavily experienced, whatever trepidation he felt was hidden behind a stern, almost dismissive demeanour as he scanned his surroundings. Not too different from Earth, he mused as he took in the flora that greeted him. As per standard protocol, small teams of five or six men were assembling to scout the perimeter. "Albrecht!"

The general's aide broke off whatever conversation he was engaged in and jogged to his commander's side, saluting sharply. "Sir?" he asked automatically as they began to walk up an embankment to get a better view of the countryside.

"Where the devil are we?"

Albrecht cast a glance back toward their ruined ship. "...We don't know, sir."

Sturm turned to face his aide, a rare expression of bewilderment. "We may have taken a rattle, but we should still be in contact with the fleet, even if we've gone-" he shuddered "Transdimensional."

"Last I checked, all lines were dead."

"Well," said the general, regaining his aloof composure, "At least the environment is friendly. I doubt we'll be space-worthy for the forseeable-"

The group halted abruptly. As they crested the slope, they came upon what looked unmistakably like a cartoon badger in farmer's trousers and a straw hat. "Overlanders?! Here??" it exclaimed.

"Great," Sturm muttered, "We've already upset the local mythology." He then realized he had just understood everything the creature had said; English, with a hint of an accent. Signalling for his entourage to stand at ease, he and Albrecht stepped forward. "Heil," said the general, waving his hand in what he hoped was a friendly gesture. "Begging your pardon, but... what planet is this?"

The badger gave a quizzical look. "Mobius, of course," it replied.

Sturm and Albrecht looked at each other and began talking in hushed voices. "Like, the games?"

"Well I thought he looked uncanny."

Sturm knew weird. In his career, he had been at the very front lines of weird; fighting O'Leigh demanded one expect weird. He, like his fellow generals, always had a contingency plan; thus he only took a second to surmise the gravity of their situation. While time travel and interdimensional wormholes were hardly just another day's work, they were yet seen more as inconveniences than anything else. Sturm himself could claim he had been through worse. "Wait- that means we'll be tussling with Robotnik sooner or later."

"My, you've been out of the loop," the badger interrupted. "Robotnik's dead." The soldiers turned back toward him. "Or might as well be. You really missed the chaotic entropy? Massive energy surge? Killed billions? Plunged the world into anarchy?"

Sturm was about to reply, when his commander's subconscious began making ordnance-driven calculations. He may be in command of a veritable army, but his engineering unit was small. If they wanted to get the ship operational, they needed an industrial backbone and the manpower to operate it. "...So you're saying there's no government? No... protective authority? Nothing with which to give the people an objective?"

The badger began to look more and more uncomfortable. "Yesss," he replied testily.

"My friend," said Sturm, a faint grin on his lips, "This may be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"Just who are you?" the badger asked, defensive.

Sturm snapped his fingers, and the guards snapped to attention. "Call us...

The Bundesleet

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A military company of obscure background. Ask them who they serve and they answer "Germany", although they are not recognized as part of the Bundeswehr and are commonly understood to be the servants of an enigmatic individual. The organization appears self-sufficient, manufacturing and money-raising operating within a closed loop. In addition to "modern" German military technology, it has developed a few secret projects including vessels capable of travel in deep space.

The Bundesleet is in perpetual war with the forces of one Rick O'Leigh. Task Force Falcon was part of a space fleet en route to a distant front when the chaos storm warped the frigate Fritz Lang to Mobius. Given O'Leigh's penchant for chaotic and diabolical superweapons, situations such as these are not unknown, and are regarded as temporary setbacks. While General Wolfgang Sturm's primary objective is to re-establish contact with high command, he realizes he has the opportunity to establish a permanent presence for the Bundesleet on Mobius; to this end, he offers to extend protection in exchange for Mobian labour. The result is more a compact than a state, although while protectorate regions are ostensibly allowed to govern themselves as they see fit, the overarching and very visible military presence renders General Sturm the ultimate decider and martial law the standard practice.

"Capital": Bundesarmeehauptquartier, the military command centre; originally, the space frigate Fritz Lang.
Trait: Industrial.
Ethnicity: Mixed. Initially, the army is human and the civilians Mobians, although this will almost certainly change once the expedition branches out.
Language: Officially English; while the army is German, almost everyone is multilingual.
Currency: Whatever the locals are using. Having no standard for translation, the Euro was deemed valueless, and the initial economy consisted of bartering and in-good-faith I.O.U.s.

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"Bun-di-sleet?" the badger repeated.

"It's a pun," Sturm explained, "'leet', Internet slang for 'elite'?"

The badger simply frowned.

Sturm clapped Albrecht on the shoulder. "Explain it to him, and when you get the chance, attain a map of this region." The general turned back toward the ship. The engineers had already dug out one of the cargo bays and crews were unloading tanks and equipment. "I'll see you back on the ship. Falke has new orders."


Rally another ground unit for orders.
Scouting parties move to designated coordinates and establish relay outposts.


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As you can see there is a massive verity of stuff that goes on here: From the good to the Christos. It's all part of the unique culture of the IOTiverse.

Edit: and not to blow my own trumpet, but this was pretty epic.
 
Let's agree that each community is unique, that each community has people who prefer one over the other or participate in both, and that each community has great ranges of people.
 
Christ, this is hilarious to read. I'm with HJ on this.
 
You couldn't have learnt it from the History Channel, if you did it would've been the ALIEN Kingdom of Siam or The Pawn Republic of Siam!

Then I'm certainly glad that he didn't learn from History Channel!

Then again, they all would have died of Cholera within weeks of invading India...
 
I would like to reaffirm that I play both: IOTs are fun to goof off in, but NES I like better (and thus play more) for its serious gameplay and focus on narrative. It just works for me, not for everyone I guess. I really do not want a board war here.

If you want an introduction to NES, ask me, I can help you out.
 
Players are always welcome in my NES. I accept(ed) 1-sentence orders, as well as 3PM doozies.

That said, I played in an IOTs once. Both NESes and IOTs are- Invest what you want, you get what you invest. Invest Time, Creativity, Forethought- all these elements are present in both community games.

While many say that IOTs still have the same basic format, I would like to remind all that NESes once were stratefied boardgames as well in the early days of the community. NESes have diversified and slowed down, while IOTs still have extreme vitality while staying very VERY true to their roots.

We're simply seeing fossils of various stages of Community Evolution. Any other cultural factor can be seen mostly from our origins- NESes originate from the Story and Tales while IOTs hail from Forum Games- and who we attract-it seems that NESes attract "serious" players while IOTs are more "lighthearted".

Apologies for generalizations. But there is no reason for us to fight. Let's go home, lock this thread, and sing kumbaya on our side of the board.
 
Is there any new NES i can try?
 
I would invite you to my NES, then worry about the mess you would make, read my latest update, and say "he can't make it that worse."
Try mine.
*Gulp*

:p
 
The TerraNES?
 
Yup..

EDIT: Update part 2 and stats to come tonight. So you should just post interest, ask advice from other players for nations, and wait a bit.
 
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