Omega124
Challenging Fate
Is orders due at the 20th, or the end of it?
LizNES5: Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying, And Love The Bomb
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Milarqui
Deity
It is? I hadn't realised it would sound that way. It was just a joke.
Omega124
Challenging Fate
I like how Jap, a racist term with no other meaning, isn't sensored, but C***k, a racsist slur (which I never even heard it in that context) that can also mean something else, is.
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
I suppose because then all the Japanese would be ***anese
badunoff
Prince
OOC: Is it possible to research two levels of the same type of technology in one turn?
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
Yes, I am pretty sure.
DarthNader
Destroyer of Worlds
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
I see nothing wrong with this.
arya126
Squad Leader
Is the United States of the Mid-Atlantic still open? If so, I shall claim it. Not sure if the front page is updated or not, but it says its open.
Havent read through the thread though, so that and orders will be completed tomorrow.
Havent read through the thread though, so that and orders will be completed tomorrow.
Immaculate
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Pre-Election Campaigning, Bogotá, Colombia, December 1959
The campaigning for the 1960 Colombian elections had been particularly vicious; it had left Carmen, now nearly 66 years old, more tired than she had felt in decades. She stared at the llapingachos, unseeing, thinking only of the recent events that felt like they had torn her heart out.
Her name had been dragged through the mud, parts of her life that she had thought buried had been brought to new light and that bastard Alejandro Florez of the Polo Democrático Alternativo was laughing, celebrating, celebrating some revenge for a slight she couldn't even remember. Theirs was a small party, their pockets were not nearly as deep as would be necessary for the slander campaign that had been mounted against her and so Carmen had drawn upon her contacts from her previous life, when she had been an intelligence agent, a life that had ended when she began spying on an Ecuadorian seminary student she soon fell in love with. Her contacts were old now, their informants had adopted new lives and so she had only drawn attention to herself and the time in her life she would have rathered had not been made public. It had been enough for Mr. Florez and his friends in the papers
Soon everyone had learned that her identity was false, an identity that she had adopted during an intelligence operation, one that she had favored over the truth, one that had allowed her to leave her husband and children and follow the man she had loved. Her campaign manager had made it clear that it was political murder. Her party, the Movimiento del Moderación, had considered replacing her as their leader but her charisma and strength had convinced them otherwise. None-the-less, she knew the votes were slipping away from her. She only hoped that she would retain enough that she could weave a coalition that could none-the-less maintain rulership of Colombia. She had big dreams she was eager to see to fruition. No- that wasn’t true. He had had big dreams- thats why she was in politics now. She had adopted them as hers when he had died. His dreams are what she had loved about, what had convinced her to remake herself, to abandon one life for a dream, even if that fantasy had been a lie, a beautiful lie.
And now, she worried it was all slipping away. She looked down at her llapingachos. Her mother in law had made them once. They reminded her too much of him. She pushed it away and leaned upon the table. She had never felt so tired.
1: potato and cheese pancake from Ecuador
The campaigning for the 1960 Colombian elections had been particularly vicious; it had left Carmen, now nearly 66 years old, more tired than she had felt in decades. She stared at the llapingachos, unseeing, thinking only of the recent events that felt like they had torn her heart out.
Her name had been dragged through the mud, parts of her life that she had thought buried had been brought to new light and that bastard Alejandro Florez of the Polo Democrático Alternativo was laughing, celebrating, celebrating some revenge for a slight she couldn't even remember. Theirs was a small party, their pockets were not nearly as deep as would be necessary for the slander campaign that had been mounted against her and so Carmen had drawn upon her contacts from her previous life, when she had been an intelligence agent, a life that had ended when she began spying on an Ecuadorian seminary student she soon fell in love with. Her contacts were old now, their informants had adopted new lives and so she had only drawn attention to herself and the time in her life she would have rathered had not been made public. It had been enough for Mr. Florez and his friends in the papers
Soon everyone had learned that her identity was false, an identity that she had adopted during an intelligence operation, one that she had favored over the truth, one that had allowed her to leave her husband and children and follow the man she had loved. Her campaign manager had made it clear that it was political murder. Her party, the Movimiento del Moderación, had considered replacing her as their leader but her charisma and strength had convinced them otherwise. None-the-less, she knew the votes were slipping away from her. She only hoped that she would retain enough that she could weave a coalition that could none-the-less maintain rulership of Colombia. She had big dreams she was eager to see to fruition. No- that wasn’t true. He had had big dreams- thats why she was in politics now. She had adopted them as hers when he had died. His dreams are what she had loved about, what had convinced her to remake herself, to abandon one life for a dream, even if that fantasy had been a lie, a beautiful lie.
And now, she worried it was all slipping away. She looked down at her llapingachos. Her mother in law had made them once. They reminded her too much of him. She pushed it away and leaned upon the table. She had never felt so tired.
1: potato and cheese pancake from Ecuador
Eltain
Deity
I've always liked this character, Immac, and now she seems deeper than ever, with quite a history behind her. Kudos.
Immaculate
unerring
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thank-you; honestly i've written my best stories for TLK's nesses for some reason.
I'm especially glad you recognized her; it makes my heart sing!
I'm especially glad you recognized her; it makes my heart sing!
badunoff
Prince
From the Second Turkish Empire
To CAR
As we have offered you this before and as not a single year has passed before you changed your mind, I see no reason not to allow you to join AIN. You are welcome to join. However, starting next year, the alliance will vote on the inclusion of nations.
To CAR
As we have offered you this before and as not a single year has passed before you changed your mind, I see no reason not to allow you to join AIN. You are welcome to join. However, starting next year, the alliance will vote on the inclusion of nations.
Immaculate
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I’ve been approached by an unnamed player about forming a research coalition and while stats-wise there is no reason for me not to join, I do truly hope that the moderator withdraws the option for tech coalitions or tech trading (or at least make it difficult to trade tech).
The idea is a problem for me.
My reason for this view-point is based on my previous experience in both NESes I have played in and moderated. I myself have abused the tech system considerably in some NESes and was able to project myself into a solid lead by spamming PMs to various players and ensuring I was involved in any tech trade. By doing so I was able to achieve a solid lead in two NESes where I otherwise should not have been in a strong position (as the Amurites and as the Babylonians).
In my own experience as a moderator, players become frustrated if their new and shiniest toy is obsolete in 1 or 2 turns. If I get to navy 2, cutting edge for turn 3 let’s say, and develop a new larger aircraft carrier (it could be anything) but next turn by working with a larger group I get navy 4, then I didn’t really get to enjoy my design. Players need to feel that their new designs are not going to be obsolete inside of 2 or 3 turns or they simply won’t invest in UUs.
Thirdly, I feel that by allowing rampant tech trading and technology coalitions, the game will progress much too quickly and between 1960 and 1970 we will see a complete absence of space programs develop into advanced manned bases on the moon, etc.
I would prefer to play in a game where my new navy 2 sub or aircraft carrier has a lifespan of more than one turn. And although some players no doubt want to have tech coalitions so they can race ahead in tech, ultimately I think they would have more fun if each tech level was more meaningful and ultimately enjoy the game more with reduced tech trading.
I propose a solution.
I don’t feel the solution is to make technology more expensive, its pricing seems about right to me. I don’t think the solution should be to make each level of tech worth more.
I propose that TLK disallow communal tech development and that tech trading only be allowed up to a certain point. Potentially if I have tech level 3 in navy I can trade away tech level 1 in navy but I cannot trade tech level 2 or 3. Same if I had tech level 4 in atomics for example, I could trade away tech level 2 atomics but not three or four.
I hope that I am not alone in my opinion and that others understand my point and agree with it. I really enjoy TLK’s moderating style and games but I feel that these tech coalitions are going to ruin the game within 5-7 turns.
Please consider what i have written TheLizardKing; i feel you are endangering a potentially very enjoyable experience before it even really develops.
