Mobius: Total Chaos

[Tani Coyote]

I look forward to you all splattering eachother all North Cademstar as you race for the interior.

 

[Double A]

I call dibs.

 

[Kinich-Ahau]

OOC: It's a bit late for that, now isn't it, AA?

 

[Kinich-Ahau]

The Heavenly Realm of Itzamna & the Four Bacabs & the East Republic Company have recently signed the Treaty of New Königsberg; our great nations are now officially allied to each other. This landmark agreement will hopefully be the first step on the long, hard path to restoring stability to Mobius.

 

[Mosher]

Can you remind me who the first two nations are?

 

[Tyo]

The first two highest incomes?

 

[Kinich-Ahau]

OOC: He confused the Heavenly Realm of Itzamna & the Four Bacabs for two nations; I corrected him in another chat.

 

[Tani Coyote]

Orders lock in 48 hours, folks.

As a note, given that it takes me about 24 hours AFTER the lock to actually get the update done, it's a great time to do RP if one hasn't done it already.

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As a comment, given that all of you could build level 5 superweapons this turn if you so wanted, I look forward to the blood.

Tyo has raised a good point on the Ind. Complex's lack of value; I have upped the bonus to +0.02 a turn instead of +0.01.

 

[hoplitejoe]

A cut price on creating industry would be nice for Ind.

 

[Graceheart the Leopard]

Are perpetually fluctuating rules a norm for Tany's IOTs?

 

[Tani Coyote]

Industry's power has always been how it would make your economy by default grow by 0.015-0.02 per turn if it was lower than that(as Industry grows by 5% each turn). Now that we've reached the point where most states outpace that, that trait has lost its punch.

But, the unique Industrial Complex wonder can make up for it and grow the economy by that IN ADDITION to whatever else they produce.

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Yes, they are Farsight. I think of it as "patching."

 

[Thorvald of Lym]

I think of it as "Mugabe Economics".

Also, I've been doing calculations; my net income this turn should be 1616, not 15, plus 40 in the bank for taking the ERC's chaos.

Alsoalso, I can't submit orders until I've heard back from CG, AND IF YOU SCREW OVER MY CLAIMS ONE MORE TIME SO HELP ME GOD—!

 

[Tani Coyote]

I think of it as "Constantly shifting the game around, extending its lifespan." Naturally my schoolwork doesn't approve but!

The Excel spreadsheet does not lie! :C

I shifted the claims that were so far inland they couldn't be made; at the very least South Cademstar will soon be yours! (Well, and AA and CivG's of course but you can just pretend they're not there)

 

[Thorvald of Lym]

The Excel spreadsheet does not lie! :C

I can give you my OpenOffice spreadsheet for comparison.

And there's still 40 gold unaccounted for.

 

[Kinich-Ahau]

“Thank you, great one,” Said the Lord Priest as he bowed to Xaman-Ek. The God of Peace & Benevolence, Xaman-Ek was several stories tall & had the head of a soot-black monkey.
“It is of no concern,” said Xaman-Ek, “This- Chaos Energy, you called it? Yes, this Chaos Energy has been wreaking havoc on the Gods’ lands on Mobius; it is only prudent that one of us step in to aid in its containment.” Xaman-Ek looks over to the nearly-completed Black Energy Silo; the silo, like everything else in Otoch K'aax, has been grown out of a tree. This Silo, however, has the honor of being the only building in the city- apart from the Great Temple, or course- that has been grown from the roots of the world tree Yaxche. This, combined with the fact that the Silo has been blessed by Xaman-Ek, will make it a very good container of Black Chaos Energy.
“You are far too modest, Xaman-Ek,” Said the Lord Priest. “We could never have put a permanent stop to the plague of Abhorrents infesting our lands without your divine aid.”
“Nevertheless,” replied Xaman-Ek, “You would do well to avoid lowering your guard when it comes to these Abhorrents- just because you’ve stopped any homegrown infestations, doesn’t mean the rot cannot creep over from neighboring lands.” With that, Xaman-Ek dissolved into a hundred thousand points of light & returned to Xibalba.

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Chukik awoke from his deep sleep by the river. A Nahual, the most common intelligent species in the Heavenly Realm of Itzamna & the Four Bacabs, Chukik was a Boa Constrictor spirit. Seeing an odd silver-gray creature at the opposite bank of the river, he silently slipped into the water to investigate. As he did do, he was careful not to disturb his friend, A Fer-de-lance spirit named Tuus; Tuss was very excitable, you see, and would likely have blown Chukik’s cover. As Chukik slowly & methodically approached the shore on which the unusual creature was perched, he began to question just what it was; he could think of no Nahual that looked like this, it certainly wasn’t a Human, and the Mobians native to lands of the Heavenly Realm did not come in such a hue.
As he approached the opposite bank unnoticed, he got a clearer picture of just what the odd being was. He now saw that it was definitely a Mobian; most likely a Hedgehog. His head was framed by a ring of silver tufts of hair that gave him a silhouette vaguely reminiscent of a Paurotis palm leaf, and he wore large gloves that had a glowing ring around the palms.
When Chukik was a meter and a half from the creature drinking from the stream, he lifted his had out of the water. The Hedgehog, hitherto not knowing of Chukik’s presence, rose into a standing position very rapidly. Chukik tilted his head slightly to the left and said “Who are you?”
“I’m Silver the Hedgehog,” the being said cautiously, “Who are you?” Silver’s voice woke Tuus with a start.
“I am Chukik; the Fer-de-lance on the other side of the river is my friend Tuus,” replied Chukik. “What are you doing here?” Chukik asked curiously.
“I’m exploring the World, keeping the peace, trying to stop the terrible future from happening,” claimed Silver. He seemed to relax a little.
“Hmm,” replied Chukik. “Well, if you are ever in need of assistance while in the Heavenly Realm, send out word; I’ll do what I can.” With that, Chukik returned to the water & began swimming back to the other bank of the river.
“Uh, thanks,” Silver said to the retreating spirit. “I’ll be sure to do that,” he added in a sarcastic tone under his breath.
As Chukik returned to his place of rest, Tuus slithered over and asked “Who was that?”
“A Native,” Chukik replied. “Now let me go to back to sleep.”

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In the recently renamed city of Altun Ha Ka'teen, the largest city in the Heavenly Realm’s new colony on North Cademstar, a trio of Mobians- an anthropomorphic Pangolin named Karl Wilhelm, an anthropomorphic Anteater named Johann Ludwig, and an anthropomorphic Mouse named Pepino Monte- are rushing through the streets, each carrying an armload of scavenged Khimerian gadgets & machine parts.
“Where is the inventor?” said Johann, “The army is going to leave in less than a week; they’ll need these reverse-engineered weapons if they are to have the advantage against Robotnik’s hordes.”
“I think that’s him,” said Karl, pointing at a small orange-yellow fox with two tails turning a corner in an alleyway.
The three Mobians rushed towards the young inventor. When they turned the corner, they saw the inventor heading into the small workshop that the city governor had converted from an abandoned Khimeria laboratory.
“So that’s where his workspace is,” muttered Johann, “Our jobs would’ve been so much easier if we knew that a month ago.”
Pepino knocked on the door, being careful not to drop the valuable gadgetry he was carrying; the machinery, which would have seemed primitive to more advanced states such as 01, the Bundesleet, or the East Republic Company, could advance the technology of the Heavenly Realm by several centuries if its secrets were unlocked.
The inventor opened the door. “There you are,” he said. “I’ve been wandering the city for hours looking for you guys.”
The three Mobians filed into the small workshop & deposited the various machine parts they were carrying on a table at the rear of the workshop. Afterwards, they got out of the way as the inventor went to the table.
“Now, let’s see here…” the inventor said. As he worked he continued to mutter every minute or so. The three Mobians waited anxiously a meter or so away from the young inventor. After several minutes, all took down books from the workshop’s bookcase & began to read. Several hours passed. Finally, they inventor stopped working, wiped the sweat from his brow, & turned to Karl, Johann, & Pepino. He said, “I’m almost done; I could’ve finished much more quickly if there was more technology in the city.” He shrugged. “Anyway,” he said, “I’ll be needing more material before I can finish.”
“Of course,” said Pepino. “We’ll try and be as fast as possible.” With that, the three Mobians turned to leave the workshop.
“Thanks,” said the inventor, nodding. He turned away from his workbench & sat down at his desk, preparing to jot down the inner workings of the technology in a way the residents of the Heavenly Realm of Itzamna & the Four Bacabs would be able to understand.

 

[GenMarshall]

Orders and Claims have been adjusted

Alsoalso, I can't submit orders until I've heard back from CG, AND IF YOU SCREW OVER MY CLAIMS ONE MORE TIME SO HELP ME GOD—!

I'd like to throw TFox into the bowels of Lefty's dungeon if he does it again.

 

[GenMarshall]

Link to video.

Legate Nozomi was one day expecting a normal expansion plans for the year, till she noticed that the Bundesleet were toeing into their colonial expansions in South Cademstar. "What is this? First the UBS willy nilly ignores our SoI and clams now this?!" Nozomi shouted as her staff flinched back in fear. Nozomi then leaned back in her chair and asks for the General of Solitude to come forward.

"General John Hanz of Solitude. Would you please come forward" Legate Nozomi said in a deep tone. "Y Y Yes Legate?" Gen. Hanz nerviously asks. Legate Nozomi continues to drill her general from Solitude "Were you aware that the Bundesleet are expanding?". The General from Solitude stood firm and said "No, honestly, they were mainly keeping themselves to the northern section of the contenent". "And yet they're starting to toe into our colony?!" snapped Nozomi "I cannot make the same ultimatum I have done to the UBS. We strive to keep on friendly terms with the Bundesleet as much as possible". Her staff soon looked at each other then General Rickover of Rorikstead spoke up "How about we send an emissary to discuss plans of expansion to avoid any heated skirmishes." Legate Nozomi gave the general from Rorikstead an inquisitive look "My gut instincts tell me to approach General Strum with caution. Don't ask me why, but it's a sixth sense." General Rickover of Rorikstead injected his opinion "Do we really want to give the Bundesleet the same ultimatum that we gave the UBS when they encroached into our territories and SoI?!" the Rorikstead General then goes on "It would only add more fuel to the fire and reasoning for General Strum to distrust us". Legate Nozomi then turns to her staff, takes a deep breath, and says "Then we shall conduct this diplomatically. The Bundesleet are willing to talk where as the UBS just blindly ignores people" the Legate soon gets up. "Inform General Strum that we of the East Republic Company would like to discuss the expansion plans of the southern sector of South Cademstar" the Legate said as she walks down the hall inbetween her staff. Just before she reaches to the last guy, she turns around and adds to her comment "and no frat boy antics. We Coruscantis are not all smiles and sunshine".

Two bits of good news came to the Legate. One was an offical conformation of an alliance between the ERC and the Heavenly Realm of Itzamna & the Four Bacabs. The second piece of news was the completion of a round of salvo slugs made of depleted uranium being shipped to the Super Battleship Rikka.

OOC: I know this is rushed, but I just got back from my vacation from Atlantic City

 

[Thorvald of Lym]

Lanayru could speak. And what it had to say was encouraging.

Finding some sort of authority figure with which to negotiate had been an immense challenge when the company consisted of almost nothing but robots, but the diplomats did eventually find an entity with higher-level functions. Invited into the nerve centre of the autonomous operations, the party was astounded to find a gigantic labyrinth of subterranean channels and passages, some shafts descending for kilometres. Mineral resources were being exploited with nigh-inconceivable efficiency. Beneath a still-largely rural surface, Lanayru was an industrial behemoth.

That all this energy was being generated by machines for machines was initially viewed as worrisome; anecdotal reports of the entity known as 01 conjured images of a "mechapocalypse". Upon closer examination, however, Lanayru appeared to lack any sort of self-aware end goal; it mined, it produced, it marketed, and with its revenues it expanded the mines and the cycle repeated. The local Mobians provided the consumer base and were therefore beneficiaries by default; and while Lanayru security recognized them as part of its holdings and therefore assets to be protected, insofar as the diplomats could tell the company made no designs upon its incidental subjects.

This non-committal political outlook formed the basis of Falke's outreach to Lanayru: in exchange for assuming consultative roles in organizing and policing the Mobians, the Bundesleet gained special privilege to the company's production. The result was a symbiosis: Lanayru raw materials fed Falke's war machine, which was then deployed to craft a state abroad the same way it had done so at home. For both parties, business was booming.

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General Sturm was into his third meeting with the king of Morgal when he received word that the East Republic Company was knocking on his new door in the south. He had anticipated something like this; that infamous tour had tipped him off to its intentions. He found himself in a bit of a bind, suddenly having to juggle "colonization plans" against what he had hoped to be a careful and patient diplomatic courtship with his new neighbour.

"This is the second time they're embarrassing me, Tobias," he growled, "And this time it's not just my pride on the line." He snatched up the map outlining the Company's proposed zone of control and passed it to his subordinate.

Generalleutnant Reiner frowned. "Seems a bit... presumptuous," he settled.

"Presumptuous nothing. It's a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos." He turned back to his desk. "But it's the tone of the memo that bothers me more. You've read it?"

"Yes, sir. Professional. Shouldn't it be?"

"Not when they were chummy on the first day and remorseful on the second."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"Say your boss is all smiles and chuckles on Monday. On Friday there's layoffs due and he acts as though you're a total stranger. What would you take away from that?"

Reiner thought for a moment. "You don't think they'd go to war over this..?"

Sturm pointed straight up with both fingers. "There's a spaceship orbiting this planet; we can see it with our telescopes. Bigger than the Fritz Lang; bigger than almost everything in the home fleet. They came here from off-world, and," he shook the memo, "They came here to colonize." He stressed the last word. "One can be forgiven for suspecting their intent."

"So how do we play this?"

"Damn carefully," he breathed. "But they didn't move on our outposts in the south, so we might be able to salvage this. I'll reply in an hour or two; pray to God this doesn't upset our audience with Morgal." He glanced over another briefing. "And who the hell is responsible for this expedition in the north?"

"No-one, sir. They, uh, sort of defected to us."

Sturm turned, bewildered, then said: "Well get some men up there ASAP. That continent's divvied up like Antarctica and half the parties to it hate each other."


In the interest of preventing unnecessary incident, the Bundesleet publicly identifies the following areas as recipients of its interest:

Spoiler :

 

[Tani Coyote]

Orders lock in 24 hours, folks.

Orders still needed from:

-Morgal
-Lanayru
-UBS
-Fringe
-Ottomans
-Combine

 

[JohannaK]

BUILD THE PSIONIC DECIMATOR!
Research next tech level
200 to more armies
100 to a bigger navy
100 to a massive Air Force
Whatever is left into Industry.

Tyo will fall!

Or at least the region that I said was in my SoI that is in his hands.
Oh, and the Abhorrents in the regions in which I predominate shall fall too.