SGOTM 11 - Smurkz

'grats guys on a nice finish

Remember our incredibly unlucky start, being locked out of all trading possibilities by the Indian spears. All the other teams were well into trading in the early game and got to the MA much before us. All in all, I think it's incredible that we're no further behind that 16 turns from the winner.:

Actually you wern't the only ones blocked by those Indian spears - we were left cursing them too.

And you were only 13 turns behind winning date (the final saves do not appear on the progress and results table).
Shaka finished 860AD, Klarius 900AD, Newbie 950AD, Smurkz 990AD :goodjob: - a mighty tight finish with many "if onlys"
 
Business was brisk at SmurkZ’s Bar & Grill. Pre-game nervousness and jitters were gone, replaced by the satisfaction of doing a difficult task with flair and panache. And the scenery had improved, too.

‘I must say, this place does seem a bit cheerier than the last time I was here,’ said Shaka, sitting at a distant table with Niklas. ‘Who’s idea was it to, ah, bring along camp followers?’

‘It was actually CommandoBob’s idea,’ replied Niklas. ‘He came up with a plan to fool the Americans so that they stayed out of our way. He got the Americans looking the other way while we built up our forces and got ready for the final assault.’

‘Oh, that’s impressive. What was his plan?’

‘He made them think that we were going to kidnap the American entry into the Miss World Contest.’

‘What?’

‘Yeah, isn’t that a great idea? We didn’t really plan to attack the Americans directly, but CB didn’t think that anyone would believe we wouldn’t attack one of their most beautiful young ladies. So while we didn’t plan to do it, we made the Americans think we were and so they kept all their forces protecting their contestant.’

‘And in the meantime…’

‘We went through Germany, France, Scandinavia and what was left of China, Japan and some others like a hot knife through butter. By the time the Americans woke up it was all over.’

‘Ah, I see. Very nice indeed. But tell me, where did all these, uh, unescorted ladies come from?’

‘That was a tag-team by McLMan and zyxy. While ControlFreak led our armies to victory, these two added onto CommandoBob’s idea. As our armies went conquering, they went scouting, looking for the other ladies entered in the Miss World contest. And brought them here.’

‘They kidnapped them?’ asked Shaka.

‘Not at all,’ said zyxy, as he and a female companion sat down at the table. ‘We didn’t force them to come.’

Shaka stared at zyxy, then looked at the lady.

‘That’s true,’ she said. ‘I’m Edita Orascanin, Miss Germany, and I ought to know.’

Shaka looked at her, looked at zyxy and looked back at her again, but spoke to zyxy.

‘No offense, sir, but isn’t she a bit out of your league?’

‘Well, yes and no. We don’t move in the same social circles, so in the normal course of events we would never have met. But having met, I offered her and the other contestants something they only dreamed of.’

‘And we jumped at the chance,’ said Edita.

‘We?’ asked Shaka.

‘Well, me, of course, and then Sandra, Jenniina, Tonje, Sheryl, Duo, Cathrin, Kazuha, Eleanor and Laura.’

‘Denmark, Finland, Norway, Netherlands, China, Sweden, Japan, England and France,’ supplied zyxy,

‘And what did he offer?’ prompted Shaka.

‘At least a month of no diet; eat anything you want. And no pictures, no videos, no cameras. Just some time to hang out and relax with everyday people. No handlers, no minders, nobody telling us what to do and reminding us of our duties and obligations. No rushed meals, no making small talk with old lecherous men looking at our chests. A time where we didn’t have to dress up just to answer the front door. Where make-up is optional and baggy sweat pants are the dress code,’ she said.

‘Wow, that sounds nice, where do I sign up?’ asked a new masculine voice.

‘I don’t think any lecherous old men will be staring at your chest, CommandoBob,’ said McLMan, who had followed him over to the table. ‘You’ve got the baggy sweat pants part right, but shouldn’t they at least be clean sweat pants?’

‘I’ve got some make-up you can borrow if you must have it,’ chimed in Miss Germany. ‘Your eyebrows could use a little touch up and your eyelashes need to be a bit thicker. Some rouge would help, too.’

‘Well,’ lisped Bob, ‘as long as your rouge doesn’t clash with my natural coloration and highlights, we’ll be just fine. I’ll be right back.’ And he proceeded to prance to the bar, holding his hands in front of him at chest height, pointed down.

‘Overall, how did things go?’ asked Shaka after the laughter died down.

‘Overall, pretty nicely,’ said Niklas. ‘Real life threw everybody some curves this time around. My wife got sick, CommandoBob’s son got malaria, plus holiday commitments on the final turns made things difficult. And it doesn’t look like we took first place. But hey, we didn’t quit, we had a plan and it worked. So, yeah, I’m pleased.’

‘And we kept the Smurkz tradition of losing a player about halfway through the game,’ added zyxy with a wry smile. ‘Methos in Nine, azzaman333 in Ten and dojoboy here in Eleven. Now both Methos and dojoboy are active in the other Smurkz team, so they are not totally gone.’

‘We talked a lot more than last time,’ said McLMan. ‘In Ten we averaged less than two posts per turn. Here we were almost at three posts per turn, the second highest average so far. And I think we played better because of it. I know that using the spreadsheet to plan our first turns was a big help to me, both here and in other places, too.’

‘Maybe it’s just me, but I thought we discussed things a lot better this time around than last,’ said CommandoBob as he rejoined them. ‘We seemed to take more time to explain things, even when they seemed obvious. That helps me a lot because I don’t always read everything carefully enough. And then I don’t even know that I have the wrong idea, not until much later.’

‘Yeah, but I missed all those CommandoBob stories that livened up Nine and Ten. You’re not going all serious on us now are you?’ asked the late arriving ControlFreak. ‘I mean, a whole game and not a single re-worded song?’

‘Well, actually, I do have a song in mind,’ replied CB, with a slight gleam in his eye. ‘And it is about you.’

‘Oh, dear,’ said Niklas.

‘Where can I hide?’ asked ControlFreak, looking around.

‘No, you can’t hide. In fact, you gotta get up on the table.’

‘Huh?’

‘Yep, up on the table. Don’t worry, this won’t take long. And I promise not to embarrass you too much. Okay, are you nice and sturdy up there?’

‘I feel like a fool,’ said ControlFreak.

‘Everyone, quiet, may I have your attention. Thank you. Now, ControlFreak, in honor of your leadership and guidance in the last turnsets of SGOTM Eleven, I have a song for you. To everyone else, if you know the tune, feel free to sing along.


For he’s a jolly good whipper,
For he’s a jolly good whipper,
For he’s a jolly good whip-per,
Which no Smurkz can deny.

Which no Smurkz can deny.
Which no Smurkz can deny.

For he’s a jolly good whipper,
For he’s a jolly good whipper,
For he’s a jolly good whip-per,
Which no Smurkz can deny.
 
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:whipped:

I whip you from atop my table!

I am amused by your stories CB, but I do wonder if we should have a turnlog sort of spoiler entered into the spoiler threads. I went looking for other teams turn logs as it takes too long to digest the entire team thread. I would think other teams would like that from us too. Any volunteers?

I've gotten extremely busy at work so I'm afraid I may be off forums for a while.

It was good playing with you all again. And I agree with CB's story, we did do a good job communicating this time around. I think everyone was under a good understand of what needed to be done on each turnset. Except for a little luck and some improved micromanagement, we weren't that far from first place!
 
Thanks!

To all: sign up for SGOTM 12 has started. We get to play with the lovely Theodora, trying for a diplo victory on Deity!
 
[party] :bday: :band:
 
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