Wubba360
Emperor
Alright that story is completly out of context with the weapons at this time period. How could I attack Portugal itself. That story is crazy. It makes no sense.
NES2 VI - Last Semblance of Order.
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alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Actually tossi is just making that story for humor, nothing in context of the nes 
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Wubba360 said:
I believe tossi's story was somewhat in jest
It may have been in response to your story having his general captured in it; stuff like that you shouldn't really put in stories unless the mod confirms it in the updates - sure you can include orders to capture his general, but writing a story about it can then be responded to with an story about the generals daring escape...or destruction of your evil voodoo monkey as tossi choose to do
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
ill touch your "Assets" Kal 
and yea it was just a joke you should write a story in return with cyborg chuck norris
ROUND HOUSE KICK OF DEATH with a metal foot
and yea it was just a joke you should write a story in return with cyborg chuck norris
ROUND HOUSE KICK OF DEATH with a metal foot 
Wubba360
Emperor
Well the story leaves it open that he can escape. Themba still hasn't delivered him to the destination. So, it is just kind of open ended. de Sousa can still escape. I'm not going to touch the subject this turn unless das confirms the capture. So, technically I only showed the first step in capturing the guy. Next step he could escape, stay captured, or turn into a crazy monkey killing like dude
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Wubba360 said:Well the story leaves it open that he can escape. Themba still hasn't delivered him to the destination. So, it is just kind of open ended. de Sousa can still escape. I'm not going to touch the subject this turn unless das confirms the capture. So, technically I only showed the first step in capturing the guy. Next step he could escape, stay captured, or turn into a crazy monkey killing like dude
That aint the point,what if he made a story about capturing your leader?He can still escape rite?No I dont think so.
Oruc
Reactionary
Its no different then writing a story about the economy so it will improve, just about everyone does that.
Insane_Panda
Deity
Keep the stories serious guys. Spam can get the mods attention, but more importantly, it makes the NES seem stupid.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
emu said:
I've rarely(if ever(my memory is screwed up now)) seen mods raise a whole economy level for a story.A bonus eco point or two perhaps but that is all.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Memoirs of an Old Man Part 3
I still remember the fresh sea air bellowing in my face. I still remember the sea foam of the ship spraying me. I still remember that rush of euphoria when I left China past the horizon. I still remember yet a bit homesick. I remember Fear. It welled up from my stomach and froze me with inaction. I feared for the future which only an elderly child could. And yet, I somehow knew I would be reborn. Because until now, I was still who I was the farmer boy from a village in Guangdong and before I returned, I would become A man of the world, a man that could change things, a person of importance, and like a Phoenix, each time reborn into a more splendid form.
Saigon, Singapore, Bangkok, Calcutta, and Bombay passed like a bat of an eye. Saigon, Singaore, and Bangkok were of buildings I was familiar with ever since I went to Guangzhou to work as a clerk, nothing out of normal. Calcutta and Bombay were a bit different, but the original asian-ness of it all remained. I still felt like I was in China, perhaps a different province, but in China none the less. The rest of the trip I didnt even leave the ship, only going to the sides and looked at the city in amazement. I was positively shell shocked, being attacked by the massive differences in the places on route. China, China, China was all I had known in my life. To compare Guangzhou, the Jewel of the South to a small Dutch Trading town in South Africa was preposterous to me.
But still, it was a town. The rest of barbaric Africa passed, and thought that they were right. The world was a barbaric place, filled with barbarians. Seeing Africa opened my eyes, their people were filthy, uncultured and disgusting. It was not until later, I realized that was what they wanted me to think. But before I realized it, I entered Europe with a new found feeling. What the Emperor wanted me to think. That compared to Africa, Europe was a civilized place. And I fell into it completely, when we arrived in Lisbon (it was before all the hoplove over Macao emerged) the students that was going to Lisbon descended the ship and was met with large bands and parades. The rest of us just watched from the ship in wonder of how we would be welcomed.
From there it was only inevitable that we waited with anxiety to reach Paris. And while the trip was short, it seemed like an eternity to us. Paris, Paris, Paris . To us, the center of the European World was in Paris. France was the country that China must emulate, with her fine and distinct culture as well as equal society which would fit very well with China. France, with her prospering ports, factories and farms. France with her numerous theaters, libraries, universities and other amenities towards the intellectual members of society were what we envisioned of China.
And it lived up to our expectations, the buildings were clean, the streets were wide, the people proud, the homeless were no where in site and life was good. I was all to much awed to even imagine the possibility that our ship was to land here for the sole purpose to cause awe in us. Only after some time passed did I realize that the area we came through was only reserved for the rich and wealthy. This was all before the Paris Beautification by King Julien-Francois though we did wonder why the Ruler of such a magnificent nation wasnt ruled by an Emperor.
The City of Lights, a name that had been bestowed upon Paris ever since the Middle Ages was a name that fit Paris well. It was not only knowledge imbued in the Academy of Paris, or the glittering oil lamps lighting up the stone streets even in the deepest nights. And I understood then, why every Frenchman I ever met spoke in awe of Paris. It would be similar to walking inside the Forbidden City, a place where it seems to simply be beyond the world. Above it, secure from it all. That feeling I would come to love and treasure.
Even now, I remember that bumpy carriage ride to the Academy. Oh yes, how we bounced off the seating every few seconds or so. We couldnt stand the carriage, especially me. I was taller then most of the other students and when we bounced I hit my head. Very painful experience it was. Then on, I rode a horse instead of a carriage.
To be continued
I still remember the fresh sea air bellowing in my face. I still remember the sea foam of the ship spraying me. I still remember that rush of euphoria when I left China past the horizon. I still remember yet a bit homesick. I remember Fear. It welled up from my stomach and froze me with inaction. I feared for the future which only an elderly child could. And yet, I somehow knew I would be reborn. Because until now, I was still who I was the farmer boy from a village in Guangdong and before I returned, I would become A man of the world, a man that could change things, a person of importance, and like a Phoenix, each time reborn into a more splendid form.
Saigon, Singapore, Bangkok, Calcutta, and Bombay passed like a bat of an eye. Saigon, Singaore, and Bangkok were of buildings I was familiar with ever since I went to Guangzhou to work as a clerk, nothing out of normal. Calcutta and Bombay were a bit different, but the original asian-ness of it all remained. I still felt like I was in China, perhaps a different province, but in China none the less. The rest of the trip I didnt even leave the ship, only going to the sides and looked at the city in amazement. I was positively shell shocked, being attacked by the massive differences in the places on route. China, China, China was all I had known in my life. To compare Guangzhou, the Jewel of the South to a small Dutch Trading town in South Africa was preposterous to me.
But still, it was a town. The rest of barbaric Africa passed, and thought that they were right. The world was a barbaric place, filled with barbarians. Seeing Africa opened my eyes, their people were filthy, uncultured and disgusting. It was not until later, I realized that was what they wanted me to think. But before I realized it, I entered Europe with a new found feeling. What the Emperor wanted me to think. That compared to Africa, Europe was a civilized place. And I fell into it completely, when we arrived in Lisbon (it was before all the hoplove over Macao emerged) the students that was going to Lisbon descended the ship and was met with large bands and parades. The rest of us just watched from the ship in wonder of how we would be welcomed.
From there it was only inevitable that we waited with anxiety to reach Paris. And while the trip was short, it seemed like an eternity to us. Paris, Paris, Paris . To us, the center of the European World was in Paris. France was the country that China must emulate, with her fine and distinct culture as well as equal society which would fit very well with China. France, with her prospering ports, factories and farms. France with her numerous theaters, libraries, universities and other amenities towards the intellectual members of society were what we envisioned of China.
And it lived up to our expectations, the buildings were clean, the streets were wide, the people proud, the homeless were no where in site and life was good. I was all to much awed to even imagine the possibility that our ship was to land here for the sole purpose to cause awe in us. Only after some time passed did I realize that the area we came through was only reserved for the rich and wealthy. This was all before the Paris Beautification by King Julien-Francois though we did wonder why the Ruler of such a magnificent nation wasnt ruled by an Emperor.
The City of Lights, a name that had been bestowed upon Paris ever since the Middle Ages was a name that fit Paris well. It was not only knowledge imbued in the Academy of Paris, or the glittering oil lamps lighting up the stone streets even in the deepest nights. And I understood then, why every Frenchman I ever met spoke in awe of Paris. It would be similar to walking inside the Forbidden City, a place where it seems to simply be beyond the world. Above it, secure from it all. That feeling I would come to love and treasure.
Even now, I remember that bumpy carriage ride to the Academy. Oh yes, how we bounced off the seating every few seconds or so. We couldnt stand the carriage, especially me. I was taller then most of the other students and when we bounced I hit my head. Very painful experience it was. Then on, I rode a horse instead of a carriage.
To be continued
Insane_Panda
Deity
I love china. 
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
Yes he did. BAMM BAMM BAMM!!1 And yes these Zulu are indeed quite cyber!Disenfrancised said:So...he actually said "BAMM BAMM BAMM!"?
Though I must say these Zulu are picking up the tricks of industrial age warfare pretty damn fast
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Atleast it does not involve freezersWubba360 said:
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At the first sign my story might look like a piece of threeheaded monkey junk. You should search for the deeper meaning!Wubba360 said:
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IMO you should only have posted this story after you ordered the capture of de Sousa in your orders and after this got confirmed in the update.Wubba360 said:Well the story leaves it open that he can escape. Themba still hasn't delivered him to the destination. So, it is just kind of open ended. de Sousa can still escape. I'm not going to touch the subject this turn unless das confirms the capture. So, technically I only showed the first step in capturing the guy. Next step he could escape, stay captured, or turn into a crazy monkey killing like dude
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This ain't the place to talk about this phenomenonemu said:
. He could have written a story about the attempt to capture de Sousa, leaving it open if it succeded or not, but not about its success.####
Well as I already said: what I wanted to say with my story is that you should be more carefull about what you say in your stories. You don't write stories about how you won a battle, which hasn't even happened yet.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
DAS, can you post answers for these questions, i need to know them for diplomatic and story purposes:
1. What is the current state of explosive technology(i.e. most advanced explosives availible)
2. What did you mean by the current government falling. Others have posted theories on this, but i would like the definitive answer
3. How did i lose 7 DIVISIONS in the skirmish. I only sent down 2
4. Are the people of my nation devotely Catholic, or just all Catholic?
1. What is the current state of explosive technology(i.e. most advanced explosives availible)
2. What did you mean by the current government falling. Others have posted theories on this, but i would like the definitive answer
3. How did i lose 7 DIVISIONS in the skirmish. I only sent down 2
4. Are the people of my nation devotely Catholic, or just all Catholic?
Swissempire
Poet Jester
I'm not. I just completed Total Catholicism, and want to know how devote the people are, whether they are stricked "Pope is infallible" or just "The Cathloci Chruch is really cool". No conversion, just seeing if their is a way to raise my confidence level.Lord_Iggy said:Dude, don't try to make Ireland to Eastern Orthodox.
Harleqin
Hippo Power
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