Tim Ford
Prince
That's the problem with the French. . .they are soooooo forgetful.
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ruff_hi
Live 4ever! Or die trying
Ruff 01 tried a last desperate attack and got crushed. He will not last long.
Dazz_G
Emperor
Hi Guys
My house, which was seriously damaged in a fire in March, is finally ready for me to move back to.
I shall be moving on Friday.
In typical fashion, my telephone / internet supplier has let his promise of 'it'll be installed in time for you moving in' slip to 'it'll be installed by next Wednesday at the latest'
Therefore there is a possibility that I may 'disappear' between Friday and Wednesday.
Sorry.
Dazz.
My house, which was seriously damaged in a fire in March, is finally ready for me to move back to.
I shall be moving on Friday.
In typical fashion, my telephone / internet supplier has let his promise of 'it'll be installed in time for you moving in' slip to 'it'll be installed by next Wednesday at the latest'
Therefore there is a possibility that I may 'disappear' between Friday and Wednesday.
Sorry.
Dazz.
Tim Ford
Prince
I do have to commend Ruff_Hi for his last charge in France. It was very valorous and did cost me quite a bit to defeat his troops.
Dazz G, Sorry about your internet black out. See you when you get it turned back on.
Dazz G, Sorry about your internet black out. See you when you get it turned back on.
DogBoy
Deity
Hope your move back in goes smooth. Cya next week some time.
ruff_hi
Live 4ever! Or die trying
I should have waited one turn and put a woodsman II machine gun on that jungle hill - that would have changed things alot.
Tim Ford
Prince
You are definently right about that! I wouldn't have been able to fight my way through the cannons if you had done that.
Although I did have two Marines there. So who knows.
ruff_hi
Live 4ever! Or die trying
status update?
DogBoy
Deity
I got the save in my inbox today. Will play when I get home tonight.
ruff_hi
Live 4ever! Or die trying
1790 to joe
jbieksha
Regular Joe
Did not receive. Please resend.
Tim Ford
Prince
I recived from JB and sent on!
ruff_hi
Live 4ever! Or die trying
played and forwarded to Joe
ruff_hi
Live 4ever! Or die trying
Imagine this picture, you and your fellow non-combatants have been hiding in a city for the last 50 years, warships - huge honking warships sail up and down and shell the city from a distance. You hear stories of cities falling and your only hope is to flee the war zone. You finally scrap together enough money to bribe your way onto a transport that is loaded down with other non combatants. The ship slips out of port at night, runs the gauntlet and makes one ocean crossing successfully. The next day is spent hugging the coast and you have a constant fear of smoke on the horizon showing the doom of another warship hunting you.
You wake the next day after a harrowing night of flashes and explosions to find that your little convoy of 3 defenseless ships is now reduced to 1 - you have lost your family, your friends and that is not the worse news. No, sitting at the entrance to your hiding bay are two huge french destroyers, just waiting to reload.
Thus is the life of a poor Indian non-combatant and his family.
PS: Game played and sent on.
You wake the next day after a harrowing night of flashes and explosions to find that your little convoy of 3 defenseless ships is now reduced to 1 - you have lost your family, your friends and that is not the worse news. No, sitting at the entrance to your hiding bay are two huge french destroyers, just waiting to reload.
Thus is the life of a poor Indian non-combatant and his family.
PS: Game played and sent on.
DogBoy
Deity
Was it not those same non-combatant Indians that elected their leader who started a war?
ruff_hi
Live 4ever! Or die trying
I haven't researched democracy yet (or I have but not adopted it) 
Tim Ford
Prince
I can tell an even more tragic story…
Long ago in a time of peace and prosperity for all, there was a beautiful city called Habitat De Sud that was surrounded by picturesque plantations and farms. Once day with out warning a huge Galleon appears in the bay and out march fearsome troops! The Plantation and farm workers are captured and enslaved. The Indians remove and burn there comfortable french overalls and force them to wear skirts and turbans. The Indians paint their skin dark and force them to travel a grueling 3 movement points instead of the leisurely 2 they are accustomed to.
They endure 70 years of slavery in the hands of the Indians, even when there are no more railroads to build they are forced to wear their captors outfits and are locked up in small cramped dirty cells. In the distance they hear the sounds of muted gunfire and explosions through their thick cement walls. they go to sleep every night never knowing if it is the sound of Indians killing Frenchmen or if it is the sound of their French brothers and sisters beating a path through hell to save them. They can only hope the latter is true and force themselves not to lose hope.
They hear the guards whispering to each other. Whispering stories of a French armada encircling India, stories of French and American troops occupying Indian cities, stories of those troops searching everywhere…but for what? The french slaves know! The allied forces are searching for them. Their freedom is almost at hand! The mood of the concentration camp sky rockets and french songs of liberation are quietly sung amongst each other. Quietly…for fear of cruel beatings still loom in the air…
However, these hopes are in vain. It is not long before they are all clapped in irons and marched onto ships. Ships that are headed to more work, slavery, and wearing of Indian disguises in other foreign lands.
Meanwhile, back in the Allied HQ, France and America had been keeping close tabs on the hostages and their intelligence division noticed them (as well as several transports) missing. The only assumption was that they were being moved, but where? They could only guess to the east as that was the most direct route away from France. The French dispatched two of their fastest destroyers to see what they could find. Low and behold in the distance they saw three transports fully loaded. This caused quite a delima for the sailors. With the Indian disguises how could they tell their countrymen from the Indians? Capturing all of them to figure it out later was also out of the question, there simply wasn't enough room on the two destroyers for everyone! That's when the men sonar room noticed something. It sounded like morse code, it was faint. . . like the sound a turban being hit against the hull of a transport. The message read "La Garde meurt, mais ne se rend pas." the message just repeated and repeated until it stopped mid sentence. There was nothing else to do. . . the free frenchmen and the frenchmen who were enslaved all agreed that death was a fate preferable to slavery. With a tear in his eye the commander gave the order to sink all of the transports so that their mission of liberating the captured french workers could be fulfilled.
Long ago in a time of peace and prosperity for all, there was a beautiful city called Habitat De Sud that was surrounded by picturesque plantations and farms. Once day with out warning a huge Galleon appears in the bay and out march fearsome troops! The Plantation and farm workers are captured and enslaved. The Indians remove and burn there comfortable french overalls and force them to wear skirts and turbans. The Indians paint their skin dark and force them to travel a grueling 3 movement points instead of the leisurely 2 they are accustomed to.
They endure 70 years of slavery in the hands of the Indians, even when there are no more railroads to build they are forced to wear their captors outfits and are locked up in small cramped dirty cells. In the distance they hear the sounds of muted gunfire and explosions through their thick cement walls. they go to sleep every night never knowing if it is the sound of Indians killing Frenchmen or if it is the sound of their French brothers and sisters beating a path through hell to save them. They can only hope the latter is true and force themselves not to lose hope.
They hear the guards whispering to each other. Whispering stories of a French armada encircling India, stories of French and American troops occupying Indian cities, stories of those troops searching everywhere…but for what? The french slaves know! The allied forces are searching for them. Their freedom is almost at hand! The mood of the concentration camp sky rockets and french songs of liberation are quietly sung amongst each other. Quietly…for fear of cruel beatings still loom in the air…
However, these hopes are in vain. It is not long before they are all clapped in irons and marched onto ships. Ships that are headed to more work, slavery, and wearing of Indian disguises in other foreign lands.
Meanwhile, back in the Allied HQ, France and America had been keeping close tabs on the hostages and their intelligence division noticed them (as well as several transports) missing. The only assumption was that they were being moved, but where? They could only guess to the east as that was the most direct route away from France. The French dispatched two of their fastest destroyers to see what they could find. Low and behold in the distance they saw three transports fully loaded. This caused quite a delima for the sailors. With the Indian disguises how could they tell their countrymen from the Indians? Capturing all of them to figure it out later was also out of the question, there simply wasn't enough room on the two destroyers for everyone! That's when the men sonar room noticed something. It sounded like morse code, it was faint. . . like the sound a turban being hit against the hull of a transport. The message read "La Garde meurt, mais ne se rend pas." the message just repeated and repeated until it stopped mid sentence. There was nothing else to do. . . the free frenchmen and the frenchmen who were enslaved all agreed that death was a fate preferable to slavery. With a tear in his eye the commander gave the order to sink all of the transports so that their mission of liberating the captured french workers could be fulfilled.
ruff_hi
Live 4ever! Or die trying
way too funny
Tim Ford
Prince
Merci Beaucoup
jbieksha
Regular Joe
1810 to Tim.
Meanwhile in the far east, The persians have ended their suffering at the hands of the Aztecians by finally subcombing to the treacherous green fungus that spread through their lands.
Cyrus's desert partner in crime has escaped extintion for the time being settleing his final ctiy SW of China far awy from the claws of the orange crush.
Meanwhile in the far east, The persians have ended their suffering at the hands of the Aztecians by finally subcombing to the treacherous green fungus that spread through their lands.
Cyrus's desert partner in crime has escaped extintion for the time being settleing his final ctiy SW of China far awy from the claws of the orange crush.
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