Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
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The Spearman
- Thread starter Chingis Khan
- Start date
Thrawn
Emperor
Whenever someone complains of a spearman beating their tank, we should send them here. 
I agree. Now i\at least i know how they do it.
:)civ2
Uber Commie
HOW DID I LOSE AN BATTLESHIP TO AN GALLEY!!!!!!!!Hey Chingis Khan could you make him go into an galley then desstroy an battleship then shoot down an f-15 then an B1 Stealth Bommer by throughing spears at them LMAO!!!!!!!!
Revolutionairy
President for life
a man with deep problems!
Chingis Khan
Scourge Of The World
*Sorry it's taking a while to get this story finished up, but work keeps seeming to get in the way of my recreational activities!!!*
The Spearman stood atop the rocky oucrop of rocks, contemplating the coming battle. he wasn't worried. Win, lose. It was all the same to him. Of course, it was always more fun to win. After all, it was only the losers who said, "It not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game!" What a load of crap! Did the losers of the Superbowl go out drinking and celebrating over what a great game they played? Hell no! But the winners probably did. The Spearman drifted back to a different time, in a different world; back to one of his greatest victories. The air around him kind of... well, shimmered, and waved back and forth as The Spearman drifted into his flashback...
The Spearman pulled hard on the oars. It had been a long night; rowing back and forth under the cover of darkness, transporting case after case of Jack Daniels, and Smirnoff from his little Galley to the majestic French Battleship. He thought his plan had worked well, though. The Captain of the Battleship, a guy named Andrew Samual Shole, had never noticed the much smaller, wooden vessel on it's radar, and The Spearman had been able to sail right under the metal beast's nose. Captain A.S.Shole, and his crew had been only too happy to partake in the free booze. By the time The Spearman had left, the Captain was drooling his way through a drunken rendition of 'YMCA', the first mate along with three others were dancing to it, and the remaining officers were happily cheering on the grotesque performance. The Spearman finally reached his Galley. He crawled up the rope ladder and, ignoring his aching body, gave his crewmen the order to fire. The cannons roared into life as the fifteen pound cannonballs soared towards the great battleship. *tink... tink. tink* The shot bounced harmlessly from the armored hull and fell into the water. One cannonball did do some damage; but only to the shark swimming lazily below the waves as the iron ball plunged into the water and cracked the poor shark on the head. The battleship became a flurry of activity as the muzzle flashes from the Galley illuminated the dark night sky. The Captain of the French warship was pulled from his second encore of YMCA to the bridge, where he promptly ordered another large vodka, before collapsing on the floor. The other officers managed to stay erect, but thought it would be funny to try ramming the wooden ship instead of simply shooting it with the twenty inch guns. After a few hours of the strangest naval battle in history, anywhere, with the mighty battleship missing the smaller, but nimbler Galley, and then making a huge, sweeping turn to try ramming it again, and the Galley taking shots with their ineffective cannons, the bridge officers on the French ship thought of a new game. They stood out on the main deck, and tried some target practice with their sidearms. The Spearman was getting quite annoyed. It was time to push the big red button in the center of the Galley's forecastle. He hadn't wanted to use his 'modifications', but this had gone on long enough. He pushed the big red button, and the wooden sides of the Galley fell away, to reveal a gleaming, titanium armored hull. The masts of the Galley folded in on themselves and swiveled to point directly at the battleship, revealing that they were, in fact, forty inch cannons. Missles spun up from below deck, through trapdoors, and so on , and so on. The crew of the French battleship sobered up faster then if they had just spotted flashing blue and reds in their rearview mirror after a night at the bar. Some jumped overboard at the sight of the wooden ship transforming itself into something that resembled a porcupine (That is, if porcupines had a bloody great bunch of guns, rockets, missles, and other nasty things, besides boring spikes). The shark which still swam below was in quite a bad mood after being hit on the head with a cannonball, and gladly ate them all up. He was a big shark. And he liked French food.....
The Spearman snapped back to the present with a smile on his face. Ah, good times, good times... He wondered if he would have to press his big red button on hie specially modified spear, or if he would be able to figure out a way to beat that damn tank without it. Oh well, he shrugged and went back to watching the modern armor snake it's way up the mountain.
hmmm, interesting story there....
The Spearman stood atop the rocky oucrop of rocks, contemplating the coming battle. he wasn't worried. Win, lose. It was all the same to him. Of course, it was always more fun to win. After all, it was only the losers who said, "It not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game!" What a load of crap! Did the losers of the Superbowl go out drinking and celebrating over what a great game they played? Hell no! But the winners probably did. The Spearman drifted back to a different time, in a different world; back to one of his greatest victories. The air around him kind of... well, shimmered, and waved back and forth as The Spearman drifted into his flashback...
The Spearman pulled hard on the oars. It had been a long night; rowing back and forth under the cover of darkness, transporting case after case of Jack Daniels, and Smirnoff from his little Galley to the majestic French Battleship. He thought his plan had worked well, though. The Captain of the Battleship, a guy named Andrew Samual Shole, had never noticed the much smaller, wooden vessel on it's radar, and The Spearman had been able to sail right under the metal beast's nose. Captain A.S.Shole, and his crew had been only too happy to partake in the free booze. By the time The Spearman had left, the Captain was drooling his way through a drunken rendition of 'YMCA', the first mate along with three others were dancing to it, and the remaining officers were happily cheering on the grotesque performance. The Spearman finally reached his Galley. He crawled up the rope ladder and, ignoring his aching body, gave his crewmen the order to fire. The cannons roared into life as the fifteen pound cannonballs soared towards the great battleship. *tink... tink. tink* The shot bounced harmlessly from the armored hull and fell into the water. One cannonball did do some damage; but only to the shark swimming lazily below the waves as the iron ball plunged into the water and cracked the poor shark on the head. The battleship became a flurry of activity as the muzzle flashes from the Galley illuminated the dark night sky. The Captain of the French warship was pulled from his second encore of YMCA to the bridge, where he promptly ordered another large vodka, before collapsing on the floor. The other officers managed to stay erect, but thought it would be funny to try ramming the wooden ship instead of simply shooting it with the twenty inch guns. After a few hours of the strangest naval battle in history, anywhere, with the mighty battleship missing the smaller, but nimbler Galley, and then making a huge, sweeping turn to try ramming it again, and the Galley taking shots with their ineffective cannons, the bridge officers on the French ship thought of a new game. They stood out on the main deck, and tried some target practice with their sidearms. The Spearman was getting quite annoyed. It was time to push the big red button in the center of the Galley's forecastle. He hadn't wanted to use his 'modifications', but this had gone on long enough. He pushed the big red button, and the wooden sides of the Galley fell away, to reveal a gleaming, titanium armored hull. The masts of the Galley folded in on themselves and swiveled to point directly at the battleship, revealing that they were, in fact, forty inch cannons. Missles spun up from below deck, through trapdoors, and so on , and so on. The crew of the French battleship sobered up faster then if they had just spotted flashing blue and reds in their rearview mirror after a night at the bar. Some jumped overboard at the sight of the wooden ship transforming itself into something that resembled a porcupine (That is, if porcupines had a bloody great bunch of guns, rockets, missles, and other nasty things, besides boring spikes). The shark which still swam below was in quite a bad mood after being hit on the head with a cannonball, and gladly ate them all up. He was a big shark. And he liked French food.....
The Spearman snapped back to the present with a smile on his face. Ah, good times, good times... He wondered if he would have to press his big red button on hie specially modified spear, or if he would be able to figure out a way to beat that damn tank without it. Oh well, he shrugged and went back to watching the modern armor snake it's way up the mountain.
Revolutionairy
President for life
Keep going your answering life's real question's here
(Not to worry about the time it takes. I've been there, too.
)
MSGT John Drew
freight train lover
hahahaha... I just had a hard time stopping myself from laughing out loud like crazy in front of all these people in the room. hahahaha....
MSGT John Drew
freight train lover
I looked around the threads and was surprised to see Chingis' previous and forementioned 'novel' - 'The Culture Flip'. And it left me the same feeling I felt while reading any John Grisham or Ken Follet book -- totally spellbound and hooked!! I was partly glad that I did not have to experience the wait that Revolutionairy or Padma, etc. had to endure. 
That's one amazing story! Now I wonder why A.S.Shole did not think much about it?! Maybe he really just live 'down' to his name!
I hope the staff of Civfanatics endorses that 'novel' as a must read for regulars here at CFC. It's really like reading a Grisham book for FREE!! (For now anyway. I really think you should find a publisher and print it.)
I was partly glad that I did not have to experience the wait that Revolutionairy or Padma, etc. had to endure. That's one amazing story! Now I wonder why A.S.Shole did not think much about it?! Maybe he really just live 'down' to his name!
I hope the staff of Civfanatics endorses that 'novel' as a must read for regulars here at CFC. It's really like reading a Grisham book for FREE!!
(For now anyway. I really think you should find a publisher and print it.):)civ2
Uber Commie
hehe I knew that you would use my story well i gess the spearman will use an rocket launcher or something (please don't use that idea)
Revolutionairy
President for life
Nah a rapid fire spear or flamming arrows....
Thrawn
Emperor
We've got our own Terry Pratchet. 
:)civ2
Uber Commie
c-mon wheres ghengis I WANT MORE!!!!!!
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
If you want more, write your own story!!!
Revolutionairy
President for life
I think we should call missing persons.....
:)civ2
Uber Commie
ok i will then
He's in the USAF, stationed in the DC area. I understand (having "been there" myself) that sometimes he just can't get onto the computer to write.
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