North King
blech
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2004
- Messages
- 18,165
Cleared...
stNNES8: Empires in Flames
- Thread starter North King
- Start date
MjM
Deity
Well in that case
Orders sent
Orders sent
North King
blech
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2004
- Messages
- 18,165
Yes, IT is what you'd normally expect an NES order to be. BT is general.
Not that I actually call them BT and IT, but that's just nomenclature.
Not that I actually call them BT and IT, but that's just nomenclature.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Orders sent laddie.
North King
blech
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2004
- Messages
- 18,165
*looks at time*
Nah... I think I'd rather meet the school deadlines that are coming up than update an NES.
Nah... I think I'd rather meet the school deadlines that are coming up than update an NES.
MjM
Deity
North King said:
This is the exact reason why we shouldn't have homework over vacation.
North King
blech
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2004
- Messages
- 18,165
Ayep, that's so.
das
Regeneration In Process
OOC: Idea shamelessly ripped off from the Strugatsky brothers. Its a good idea, so I might as well use it. 
IC:
It is hard to be a god. Though you may be almighty, your power is also your responsibility. You control Fate, you control History - and it is up to you to make sure that it goes... the way it must. What way? There are many ways. And not even a god could see all the outcomes of a single decision.
It is even harder to be a god when you are alone. When there is noone you could trust, you have to live in fear of discovery, in uncertainty of what will the locals do... and if there are others progressors (lets call things their names, damnit - not even progressors are gods!) here. And what is their agenda. Indeed, sometimes progressors go rogue, whether out of the best of intentions or not. But what is even worse about being a lone progessor is this - there is noone to advise you. In a normal situation, there is probably at least one more progressor working for the same cause as you. But here... Here things were different.
Oleg Tarasov, or as he was called here Oltaf the Hyperborean, understood this all too well. Everything went wrong very suddenly as they approached this oddly Earth-like world. The spaceship was out of order, all communication was lost, and he only barely survived and escaped the smoldering wreckage of his ship. He later heard that it was seen all over Egypt, and was taken as a divine sign; he wondered... if this was the cause of it all.
There are many blank pages in Earth's history, even now, but he was quite sure that Egypt in 1750 BC wasn't like this at all. In this world, as he has by now realized, Egypt was divided into four varying states, and the "Cult of Amun-Ra" (which looked eerily like Atonism) became a vast underground organization - rather like the Masons in blackhundred perception. And if the rumours he overheard at the market had any credit to them at all... elsewhere, things were even weirder. There even was some empire on Malta, of all places! Back in that old world he left behind out of, to be frank, boredom and inability to find any place for himself where he would not blunder horribly, Malta was a nice little island, and definitely no place for an empire to be built, especially in the slave-owning stage of social development. There simply weren't enough people on Malta, even in modern day, when child mortality was nearly nonexistant!
Sleep still didn't come to him. What was this place?! What should he do here? Lay low? Observe? Write things down?
Or fight? Fight for what? And fight how? He was progressor, and he knew that he needed to bring worlds up to a new level, but this world... was unique. It was, indeed, the Earth. 1750 BC. And very, very different from what it was meant to be in 1750 BC. But... what if, indeed, history was lying? What if this... was the past of Earth? And wouldn't he upset some delicate proccesses by interfering in it?
He remembered the market. Though ever since Moses' slave revolt (was the Bible an unreliable source on that as well? Or did that, too, change? And what do the Israelis - who also, though more historically, were building an empire - call it?), the masters became more wary of their slaves, this only made things worse. Oh, all the joys of the slave-owning society were here - slaves were beaten up, separated from their families and sold, were treated like... not as animals, one could after all care for a dog, and cats here had a good life... the slaves were treated like dust and dirt that was everywhere in the market. The aristocrats and the capitalists walked around, exchanging greetings and slaves, and crude jokes, and some important-looking general with a sun on his shield (probably one of those mercenaries "Oltaf" heard about) forced his way through the market, cursing everything and heading towards the sandstone palace.
And the worst of it was that he knew that anything he could try to do in order to stop this... will only lead to trouble. Others tried this - in Arkanar, for instance - but it always failed. Peasant rebellions always end up in the rise of a new, more brutal form of feudalism and the destruction of literacy, and of cultural achievements. Rebellions that seek to get ahead of their time always fail. So... what's left?
In a sudden flash of inspiration, Oleg Tarasov stood up, and left the small room he found in an inn. In the corridor, he found a torch and brought it into the room; then he took out the bag that he hid under the bed and from there, took a pen and a piece of paper. He knew that he would have to get used to papyrus soon, but there was no papyrus in the inn, apart from an order to assist the garrison in hunting down all and any Israeli spies.
Finally, he put the paper at the wall, and, though it was somewhat rough, begun writing, frequently violating the rules of syntaxis and grammar in order to save space.
"Progressor's log."
---
"Progressor's log.
I arrived in city-state Tanis as Hyperborean merchant, Pharaoh invited me to audience tommorow. I must influence Pharaoh strengthen Tanis, I get inmportant position. From there, I try advance Tanis further, patronize culture and education. Progress is inevitable, but it is my duty to speed it up as much as possible."
Spoiler Strugatsky world :
IC:
It is hard to be a god. Though you may be almighty, your power is also your responsibility. You control Fate, you control History - and it is up to you to make sure that it goes... the way it must. What way? There are many ways. And not even a god could see all the outcomes of a single decision.
It is even harder to be a god when you are alone. When there is noone you could trust, you have to live in fear of discovery, in uncertainty of what will the locals do... and if there are others progressors (lets call things their names, damnit - not even progressors are gods!) here. And what is their agenda. Indeed, sometimes progressors go rogue, whether out of the best of intentions or not. But what is even worse about being a lone progessor is this - there is noone to advise you. In a normal situation, there is probably at least one more progressor working for the same cause as you. But here... Here things were different.
Oleg Tarasov, or as he was called here Oltaf the Hyperborean, understood this all too well. Everything went wrong very suddenly as they approached this oddly Earth-like world. The spaceship was out of order, all communication was lost, and he only barely survived and escaped the smoldering wreckage of his ship. He later heard that it was seen all over Egypt, and was taken as a divine sign; he wondered... if this was the cause of it all.
There are many blank pages in Earth's history, even now, but he was quite sure that Egypt in 1750 BC wasn't like this at all. In this world, as he has by now realized, Egypt was divided into four varying states, and the "Cult of Amun-Ra" (which looked eerily like Atonism) became a vast underground organization - rather like the Masons in blackhundred perception. And if the rumours he overheard at the market had any credit to them at all... elsewhere, things were even weirder. There even was some empire on Malta, of all places! Back in that old world he left behind out of, to be frank, boredom and inability to find any place for himself where he would not blunder horribly, Malta was a nice little island, and definitely no place for an empire to be built, especially in the slave-owning stage of social development. There simply weren't enough people on Malta, even in modern day, when child mortality was nearly nonexistant!
Sleep still didn't come to him. What was this place?! What should he do here? Lay low? Observe? Write things down?
Or fight? Fight for what? And fight how? He was progressor, and he knew that he needed to bring worlds up to a new level, but this world... was unique. It was, indeed, the Earth. 1750 BC. And very, very different from what it was meant to be in 1750 BC. But... what if, indeed, history was lying? What if this... was the past of Earth? And wouldn't he upset some delicate proccesses by interfering in it?
He remembered the market. Though ever since Moses' slave revolt (was the Bible an unreliable source on that as well? Or did that, too, change? And what do the Israelis - who also, though more historically, were building an empire - call it?), the masters became more wary of their slaves, this only made things worse. Oh, all the joys of the slave-owning society were here - slaves were beaten up, separated from their families and sold, were treated like... not as animals, one could after all care for a dog, and cats here had a good life... the slaves were treated like dust and dirt that was everywhere in the market. The aristocrats and the capitalists walked around, exchanging greetings and slaves, and crude jokes, and some important-looking general with a sun on his shield (probably one of those mercenaries "Oltaf" heard about) forced his way through the market, cursing everything and heading towards the sandstone palace.
And the worst of it was that he knew that anything he could try to do in order to stop this... will only lead to trouble. Others tried this - in Arkanar, for instance - but it always failed. Peasant rebellions always end up in the rise of a new, more brutal form of feudalism and the destruction of literacy, and of cultural achievements. Rebellions that seek to get ahead of their time always fail. So... what's left?
In a sudden flash of inspiration, Oleg Tarasov stood up, and left the small room he found in an inn. In the corridor, he found a torch and brought it into the room; then he took out the bag that he hid under the bed and from there, took a pen and a piece of paper. He knew that he would have to get used to papyrus soon, but there was no papyrus in the inn, apart from an order to assist the garrison in hunting down all and any Israeli spies.
Finally, he put the paper at the wall, and, though it was somewhat rough, begun writing, frequently violating the rules of syntaxis and grammar in order to save space.
"Progressor's log."
---
"Progressor's log.
I arrived in city-state Tanis as Hyperborean merchant, Pharaoh invited me to audience tommorow. I must influence Pharaoh strengthen Tanis, I get inmportant position. From there, I try advance Tanis further, patronize culture and education. Progress is inevitable, but it is my duty to speed it up as much as possible."
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
North King, optimism will ruin all you moderators.
das
Regeneration In Process
How much will we have to wait this time (please be honest with us now, unless its really too horrible for us to know yet )?
)?North King
blech
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2004
- Messages
- 18,165
In the next 168, I think...
North King
blech
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2004
- Messages
- 18,165
Hours. 
