stMjMNES2: Sands of Time
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MjM
Deity
Mmmh, 2 hours? No chores either! HAH!
Though it hurts like a b*tch at the moment.
Though it hurts like a b*tch at the moment.
MjM
Deity
After giving it alot of thought people, I've decided not to use the pre-made map im using, but will keep the map as is, and make it up from there. If more than half of you object, ill bring the other way I was doing it back, but I don't really like it much anymore...
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
If you change, does it mean we get to view the other map? 
MjM
Deity
Silver Steak said:If you change, does it mean we get to view the other map?
If you wish, though its not completely done.
Only most parts near where you guys were.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
I love maps. If it's any good, I might use it for SSNES2... If I ever start one... And if you let me...
MjM
Deity
I would let you if you thought it satisfactory. I'd even finish it!
MjM
Deity
Bah, tack on another hour or so to my other prediction, the map is taking a bit, and I must go adjust my cast.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
You know, when you say that, I get an uneasy feeling... Some kind of deja vu?
MjM said:
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
Oh he got you there. Owned
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
No way I'm going to hang about and read web comics until my eyes are glued together again! No Siree, not tonight! Ach, blessed sleep, embrace me now...
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Just a note: I will be away for two days starting tomorrow. I will be very sad if the update is not here in the morning...
MjM
Deity
you should sleep. This update is a doozy.Blame stalin, finnamster, iggy, swiss berzerker, azale, north king kentharu and terris
lots of war
MjM
Deity
True, but theres still lots of other to blame.
Swiss Bezerker
Emperor
jesus Christ Why Do All The Bad Things Happen To You At Update Time 
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
Standing on a tall stone pedestal over looking the capitol the Grand Nazz scanned the city. Below him was the Capitol House. The Capital House was the center of the Indican political structure and was the most elaborate building in the nation. It served as a palace for the Nazz and large forum for trading and political speech. The entire building was one story tall and was made of stonewalls and clay shingles held up my wooden support. The pedestal on which the Nazz stood over looked a grand open square that was used for various activities from grand speeches to simple buying and selling of goods.
The square was the primer forum in the nation. Forums were spread through out the country to spread news and goods. However, none was as grand as the square. The Square sat in the middle of the largest city in Indica and in the breadbasket. On the opposite side of the square houses the second most powerful force in Indica, the Farmers Union.
The Nazz still stood there on that pedestal looking at his grand domain. The sun was setting off to the west and the sky was a brilliant red. He thought to himself, “a few more minutes and it was be dark.” Taking one last look he began to step down the staircase into his grand palace. The day was done, but tomorrow was the offical start of planting season. Things were about to get busy and the Nazz could look forward to many long days and restless nights.
From his perch in the capitol Sativa the Nazz ruled over indica. Under him were advisers, generals, and governors. The governors looked over large territories. Their primary purpose was to deal with local rule and deal with the regional divisions of the farmers union. Governors also were the eyes and ears of the Nazz. It was duty of the governor to keep the Nazz well informed of his territory.
However there was another governmental institution in Indica. It was known as the Farmers union. Originally started by farmers and merchants in Sativa to spread methods to increase crop yields and transport crops. Early success sparked a great expansion in the farmers union and now it includes fisherman in the far south all away to pastoral farmers in the north. Membership is not free; there is a small tax on each member. Since the union has become so large it has started to turn its revenues to building ports and roads to move products faster and more efficiently.
Along a path a camp of solders sit and eat their lunch of bread, smoked fish, and cheese. They were clad in the Indican battle uniform and armed with short spears with sharp stone tips. They men had just come off a work detail helping a farmer plant his fields. This sort of extra work was optional but often sought after. Getting in a work detail was a great honor and solders where often fed better. Many solders where farmers sons and enjoyed the work regardless. In each job they felt they were bettering the world for their families and the families to come. However, peace didn’t seem as certain as it was in the years before. Stories of war filtered in from sailors and ran through Indica. Many wondered what the future may hold for Indica and their way of life.
The square was the primer forum in the nation. Forums were spread through out the country to spread news and goods. However, none was as grand as the square. The Square sat in the middle of the largest city in Indica and in the breadbasket. On the opposite side of the square houses the second most powerful force in Indica, the Farmers Union.
The Nazz still stood there on that pedestal looking at his grand domain. The sun was setting off to the west and the sky was a brilliant red. He thought to himself, “a few more minutes and it was be dark.” Taking one last look he began to step down the staircase into his grand palace. The day was done, but tomorrow was the offical start of planting season. Things were about to get busy and the Nazz could look forward to many long days and restless nights.
From his perch in the capitol Sativa the Nazz ruled over indica. Under him were advisers, generals, and governors. The governors looked over large territories. Their primary purpose was to deal with local rule and deal with the regional divisions of the farmers union. Governors also were the eyes and ears of the Nazz. It was duty of the governor to keep the Nazz well informed of his territory.
However there was another governmental institution in Indica. It was known as the Farmers union. Originally started by farmers and merchants in Sativa to spread methods to increase crop yields and transport crops. Early success sparked a great expansion in the farmers union and now it includes fisherman in the far south all away to pastoral farmers in the north. Membership is not free; there is a small tax on each member. Since the union has become so large it has started to turn its revenues to building ports and roads to move products faster and more efficiently.
Along a path a camp of solders sit and eat their lunch of bread, smoked fish, and cheese. They were clad in the Indican battle uniform and armed with short spears with sharp stone tips. They men had just come off a work detail helping a farmer plant his fields. This sort of extra work was optional but often sought after. Getting in a work detail was a great honor and solders where often fed better. Many solders where farmers sons and enjoyed the work regardless. In each job they felt they were bettering the world for their families and the families to come. However, peace didn’t seem as certain as it was in the years before. Stories of war filtered in from sailors and ran through Indica. Many wondered what the future may hold for Indica and their way of life.
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