Roleplaying Challenge: Dubya
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Iamcameron
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Great RPC so far, slobberinbear. 
One question: Where did Rome come from in the last screenshot?
One question: Where did Rome come from in the last screenshot?
slobberinbear
Ursine Skald
I need some guidance from the peanut gallery here.
I began to play the final round, but it occurred to me that you may want a particular sort of ending to this, so:
Do you want the game to play out to its natural conclusion (per the RPC rules) or would you rather me aim for a more Dubya-esque outcome?
I began to play the final round, but it occurred to me that you may want a particular sort of ending to this, so:
Do you want the game to play out to its natural conclusion (per the RPC rules) or would you rather me aim for a more Dubya-esque outcome?
Well, you've already succeeded in tanking the economy and setting back research in crucial areas, so you've got the Dubya-esque finish rolling quite well 
Nonetheless, if you can find a more creative way to end it (rather than attacking Izzie/Willem and Saladin as per the RPC rules), then I say go for it.
Nonetheless, if you can find a more creative way to end it (rather than attacking Izzie/Willem and Saladin as per the RPC rules), then I say go for it.
Jerrymander
Epistemologist
Whichever is funnier. Probably the Dubya version then. 
LiberiGlacialis
To the stars!
Just go for it, Bear. Either way will be fun.
Lord Parkin
aka emperor
This is a great read - very amusing. Looking forward to the next update. 
Aren't they the same? An utter and complete disaster of running a country?
slobberinbear
Ursine Skald
Term Limits
"We had a good run, didn't we?"
"Yes Mr. President," Ashcroft said. "Historic."
"Our record in office will never be touched," Big Dick said importantly.
"It almost makes me want to cry," Dubya said, chin aquiver.
"Buck up, Mr. President. The people are counting on you," Petraeus said. "Go make us proud."
Dubya straightened his tie and began to read from the teleprompter.
--
“My fellow Americans. I come to you now with the world in a state of utmost peril. While our borders are secure thanks to the joint efforts of American and Dutch forces, illegal immigrants continue to pour over our borders and take low-paying American jobs, poor American housing, and bland American food away from hardworking Americans that don’t want those things anyway.
“Our so-called allies, meanwhile, have ignored our pleas for help, despite my sincerest begging and cajoling. I majored in cajoling at Yale, too. While they are mastering ways to heal the sick, improve transportation and communication systems, create incredible works of art, and even launch themselves into space, we’ve become a nation of backwater hicks in their eyes.
"Yet over the years they have sucked us dry, taking advantage of our good nature and willingness to brave any danger, no matter how large the financial gain. All of this came at a price. My cabinet of top-notch advisors has labored under incredible duress with a display of effort that is downright … her cue lean …”
“Herculean, Mr. President.”
“Herculean, yes. Big Dick has assured me that every penny spent by the government on our defense has gone straight into the hands of patriots. I had hoped that some of these brave government contractors could speak to you with me tonight, but they are all vacationing in Rome at the moment.
“Anyway, I tried to resolve this diplomatically, to try to get our friends to let us hitch a ride on their boat to enjoy the risin' tide, if you get my drift. They all said no. So as my term sadly comes to an end, what I thought what the American people really needed to lift their spirits and improve our economy was a good old dose of asskickery -- because nothing would make me happier than to give the new incoming President a smooth transition.
"So it comes down to this. You will all be happy to know that while the rest of the world thought we were nothing but country bumpkins with a taste for barbecue, in reality our scientists have been working nonstop in our secret Freedom Labs to bring us closer to lasting world peace than ever before. I know I speak for these brave men and women when I tell you that we're all in God's hands now.
“So effective immediately, we’re initiating Operation Spoilsport. Gimme the football, Dick.”
Dubya opened the small attaché case. “Time for a little shock and awe,” he said, winking at the camera.
“Get Marine-1, Dick. I’ve got a plane to catch.”
"We had a good run, didn't we?"
"Yes Mr. President," Ashcroft said. "Historic."
"Our record in office will never be touched," Big Dick said importantly.
"It almost makes me want to cry," Dubya said, chin aquiver.
"Buck up, Mr. President. The people are counting on you," Petraeus said. "Go make us proud."
Dubya straightened his tie and began to read from the teleprompter.
--
“My fellow Americans. I come to you now with the world in a state of utmost peril. While our borders are secure thanks to the joint efforts of American and Dutch forces, illegal immigrants continue to pour over our borders and take low-paying American jobs, poor American housing, and bland American food away from hardworking Americans that don’t want those things anyway.
“Our so-called allies, meanwhile, have ignored our pleas for help, despite my sincerest begging and cajoling. I majored in cajoling at Yale, too. While they are mastering ways to heal the sick, improve transportation and communication systems, create incredible works of art, and even launch themselves into space, we’ve become a nation of backwater hicks in their eyes.
"Yet over the years they have sucked us dry, taking advantage of our good nature and willingness to brave any danger, no matter how large the financial gain. All of this came at a price. My cabinet of top-notch advisors has labored under incredible duress with a display of effort that is downright … her cue lean …”
“Herculean, Mr. President.”
“Herculean, yes. Big Dick has assured me that every penny spent by the government on our defense has gone straight into the hands of patriots. I had hoped that some of these brave government contractors could speak to you with me tonight, but they are all vacationing in Rome at the moment.
“Anyway, I tried to resolve this diplomatically, to try to get our friends to let us hitch a ride on their boat to enjoy the risin' tide, if you get my drift. They all said no. So as my term sadly comes to an end, what I thought what the American people really needed to lift their spirits and improve our economy was a good old dose of asskickery -- because nothing would make me happier than to give the new incoming President a smooth transition.
"So it comes down to this. You will all be happy to know that while the rest of the world thought we were nothing but country bumpkins with a taste for barbecue, in reality our scientists have been working nonstop in our secret Freedom Labs to bring us closer to lasting world peace than ever before. I know I speak for these brave men and women when I tell you that we're all in God's hands now.
“So effective immediately, we’re initiating Operation Spoilsport. Gimme the football, Dick.”
Dubya opened the small attaché case. “Time for a little shock and awe,” he said, winking at the camera.
“Get Marine-1, Dick. I’ve got a plane to catch.”
Chairo Hisui
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I love the accuracy!
Lord Parkin
aka emperor
A good dose of nuclear missile seems to have sorted those inferior nations. 
Good game, great story.
Good game, great story.
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God I hope that doesn't happen in real life...
Lord Parkin
aka emperor
Indeed. Although the real Dubya will luckily be gone from office before he has the chance to do anything like that.
Stuck in Pi
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5 months and 17 days...
Indeed. Although the real Dubya will luckily be gone from office before he has the chance to do anything like that.
A lot can happen between now and January 20, 2009.
Lord Parkin
aka emperor
And counting...
I think a nuclear attack would be unlikely, even for Dubya.A lot can happen between now and January 20, 2009.
Rubbaduck
Artificial waterfowl
Bush might be a dumbass, but he's not an apocalyptic dumbass.
Great read man, it's kinda funny to see the AI act smarter itself than it's own recommendations.
Great read man, it's kinda funny to see the AI act smarter itself than it's own recommendations
.SnowlyWhite
Emperor
best thread ever, hands down
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