Symphony D.
Deity
OOC: Ah, but the world is so interesting because it's in color, not just black and white 
... unless you're color-blind I suppose.
... unless you're color-blind I suppose.
NES2 VI - Last Semblance of Order.
- Thread starter das
- Start date
das
Regeneration In Process
Quite agree, and personally I find China much more interesting, but we have lots of colour-blind people here anyway.
Hey!
I've kept IC except for that one clearly labeled OOC comment.
To: Sennar
From: Ottoman Empire
We strongly recommend that you cut down your peace requests. We doubt that the war can be won without at least some Ottoman assistance. And we do not want to divert potentially important forces for a war such as this. Please, try to make a mutually acceptable deal.
I've kept IC except for that one clearly labeled OOC comment.
To: Sennar
From: Ottoman Empire
We strongly recommend that you cut down your peace requests. We doubt that the war can be won without at least some Ottoman assistance. And we do not want to divert potentially important forces for a war such as this. Please, try to make a mutually acceptable deal.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Due to new events taking place Russia must postpone indefinately the purchase of the North Amur region from Japan. Recent developments reuire our utmost attention and the use of most of our resources. When we are less pressed we will return to our deal. We appologise for the inconvenience.
Wubba360
Emperor
can dach answer my diplo soon
Symphony D.
Deity
The Japanese Empire certainly understands, although, as a result, we will obviously maintain our control of the area until such time as the deal is completed. We are still willing to sign a NAP, however.
Stormbringer
The Brick and The Rose
Great, we will sing the NAP and we will return to the deal when more resources are available for it.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
From: The EUA
To: The Incans
We agree to the amazon being the eastern border* but rather than use the nebulus concept of "Current Borders" we propose the use of the precise 6 degrees of latitude south contour, moving west from the Amazon (Basically the start of the river ont he map as far as I can tell) to create unequivical borders.
*Its a pity that the amazon tributary is in the wrong place - if it was more accurate we'd be getting rather more land
From: The EUA
To: The most noble Kingdom of Portugal
We wish to humbly enquire as to the timeline for your withdrawel from Chile.
To: The Incans
We agree to the amazon being the eastern border* but rather than use the nebulus concept of "Current Borders" we propose the use of the precise 6 degrees of latitude south contour, moving west from the Amazon (Basically the start of the river ont he map as far as I can tell) to create unequivical borders.
*Its a pity that the amazon tributary is in the wrong place
- if it was more accurate we'd be getting rather more landFrom: The EUA
To: The most noble Kingdom of Portugal
We wish to humbly enquire as to the timeline for your withdrawel from Chile.
das
Regeneration In Process
The Incans agree.
"Here, read this."
The other man gave it a glance, and instantly looked up. "A poem? Poetry is effeminate. No real man writes poetry."
"Homer wrote poetry."
"Homer was a blind man who couldn't fight anyway. What else could he do? All that the Blind Bard had the ability to do was sit in front of an audience and pluck away at his lyre while singing about the heroes he could never join."
"He couldn't join them because they fought the war about five hundred years before Homer was born anyway."
"Eh. He could have been a hoplite or something."
The first man tried another tack. "Well, being a poet's just fine. Ovid, Virgil, Catullus, Horace, all of those old Romans -"
"Catullus wrote love poetry. What sort of real man writes love poetry to anyone, especially a woman like Clodia?"
"Whatever. That was a bad example. Anyway, what about Virgil, Horace, and Ovid? Mythology and heroism are good topics for poetry, just like what Homer wrote."
"Yes, yes, dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori. Any man with a good classical education knows of the great poets. All right, that's fine," the other grumbled. "What poem do you have to show me?"
"Look at it. Here," he said as he thrust the paper into the other's hand. "It rhymes in both Greek and that provincial language, English."
The other looked up. "Nobody cares about the English!"
"They're actually rather nice people. Shut up and read."
And so he did. After about thirty seconds, he looked up and stared at the poet. "What's this about? I can't make anything of it. What's all this half a league and valley of death stuff?"
The poet smiled. "In 1747, we were still in the Krakow War, remember?"
"Yes, I remember scanning the newsrags every day, looking for news from the front. The battle of Singidunum was one of the most excellent things I've ever read about."
"Exactly: Singidunum. It was about five days in all, remember?"
"Yes. The first days, the Krakowians tried to break through: flank attack, flank attack, then straight up the middle. On the fourth and fifth days, we came in from behind and ringed them -" He looked back up at the poet. "Ohhh...straight up the middle..."
"Correct. The only cavalry in the entire enemy army charged up the valley between the two ridges and into the teeth of our guns, then charged back, losing men the whole way in a futile blow. There was a French expatriate there, named Bosquet or something, who was standing next to our strategos, Dodismos, on the ridge above the valley. He said something like "it is magnificent, but it is not war."
"Well, that clears that up." He continued reading. "You know, this isn't bad at all."
The other man gave it a glance, and instantly looked up. "A poem? Poetry is effeminate. No real man writes poetry."
"Homer wrote poetry."
"Homer was a blind man who couldn't fight anyway. What else could he do? All that the Blind Bard had the ability to do was sit in front of an audience and pluck away at his lyre while singing about the heroes he could never join."
"He couldn't join them because they fought the war about five hundred years before Homer was born anyway."
"Eh. He could have been a hoplite or something."
The first man tried another tack. "Well, being a poet's just fine. Ovid, Virgil, Catullus, Horace, all of those old Romans -"
"Catullus wrote love poetry. What sort of real man writes love poetry to anyone, especially a woman like Clodia?"
"Whatever. That was a bad example. Anyway, what about Virgil, Horace, and Ovid? Mythology and heroism are good topics for poetry, just like what Homer wrote."
"Yes, yes, dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori. Any man with a good classical education knows of the great poets. All right, that's fine," the other grumbled. "What poem do you have to show me?"
"Look at it. Here," he said as he thrust the paper into the other's hand. "It rhymes in both Greek and that provincial language, English."
The other looked up. "Nobody cares about the English!"
"They're actually rather nice people. Shut up and read."
And so he did. After about thirty seconds, he looked up and stared at the poet. "What's this about? I can't make anything of it. What's all this half a league and valley of death stuff?"
The poet smiled. "In 1747, we were still in the Krakow War, remember?"
"Yes, I remember scanning the newsrags every day, looking for news from the front. The battle of Singidunum was one of the most excellent things I've ever read about."
"Exactly: Singidunum. It was about five days in all, remember?"
"Yes. The first days, the Krakowians tried to break through: flank attack, flank attack, then straight up the middle. On the fourth and fifth days, we came in from behind and ringed them -" He looked back up at the poet. "Ohhh...straight up the middle..."
"Correct. The only cavalry in the entire enemy army charged up the valley between the two ridges and into the teeth of our guns, then charged back, losing men the whole way in a futile blow. There was a French expatriate there, named Bosquet or something, who was standing next to our strategos, Dodismos, on the ridge above the valley. He said something like "it is magnificent, but it is not war."
"Well, that clears that up." He continued reading. "You know, this isn't bad at all."
Half a league half a league
Half a league onward
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade
Charge for the guns' he said
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldiers knew
Some one had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Roman and Hellene
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
Oh, the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Half a league onward
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade
Charge for the guns' he said
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldiers knew
Some one had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Roman and Hellene
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
Oh, the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
lurker's comment: You better not be trying to pass that off as your own.
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
Disenfrancised said:
From: Portugal
To: EUA
We will do what we promised to do this year.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
tossi said:
Thank you very much.
Harleqin
Hippo Power
das,
I probably wont get orders in on time. If you don't receive anything, then just NPC me. Continue the project and the civil buildup of education and leadership.
I probably wont get orders in on time. If you don't receive anything, then just NPC me. Continue the project and the civil buildup of education and leadership.
das
Regeneration In Process
65 minutes left!
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
From: Portugal
To: Germany
Last year you sadly forgot about our free-trade agreement. will you sign it this year?
From: Portugal
To: Peru
We sadly haven't reached an agreement regarding our future border. Do you have any proposal?
To: Germany
Last year you sadly forgot about our free-trade agreement. will you sign it this year?
From: Portugal
To: Peru
We sadly haven't reached an agreement regarding our future border. Do you have any proposal?
