Total NES: 1

how come no one ever writes ku****e? I never got that.


ahhh, it automatically does it. Alright. Write it kush-ite. ;)
 
Histography

Most Learned Country
1.) Roddyina
2.) Zulu (surprisingly)
3.) Hellas

Best Trained Army
1.) Ottoman
2.) Zulu
3.) Hellas
4.) Viking

Most Economically Powerful Country
1.) Moldovia
2.) Rome
3.) Arabia
4.) Spain
 
To: Kush
From: Zulu Empire

We give you an offer, you can surrender and the bulk of your people will be spared and allowed slave, with eventual citizen status in the Empire. Or you can be slaughtered.

Orders

Increase economy by sending Kush-ite slaves to the southlands.
Expand into the African horn thing.
Continue our march north killing and enslaving and more or less having a grand ole time, unless of course they surrender.
 
*Crack of Whip*
"Foolish subjects!
We are ridiculed as 'dumbos' by all our neighbors! How can you let this happen? You are still using STONES??? When I want some fine copper or bronze piece of jewelry, or weapon, or handicraft, can I go down to the local bazaar and get it? NO! I have to pay exorbitant rates to get it from some far off land. You'd think that after over a thousand years of civilization you'd have learned how to work bronze! The necessary components are lying all over the place. Literally bend over, PICK THEM UP, and SMELT THEM! Our neighbors have been doing it for hundreds of years...Learn! Figure it out! Steal the method! Observe it from someone who knows! The first person who introduces widespread bronze smelting to Spain will be made the Premier Council Member, receive 100 Grazes of the finest land, and be wedded to my extremely gorgeous nubile young daughter--no, BOTH my extremely gorgeous nubile young daughters! If a woman figures it out, well I'd give you my son, but he's not so great. But I have a wonderful nephew that could be yours.
So Hop To It!"

Angry Old Man plods off to harass the next village.


Awders:

Uppgrade ar Edgucation. Send dose little punks ta school or sometin'.
 
From: Egypt
To: Arabia

Eastern friends! We suggest signing a NAP, to ensure that no war breaks out between our two nations. We have no ambitions to expand further east and we hope you have none about expanding further west. We should live peacefully enxt to each other and trade adn learn from each other!
 
wrong NES - delete
 
NOOOOOOOORGE!!!!!

Long live the Vikings!
*sigh*
historical tendencies predict stalemate
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VIKING RAIDERS!
THE NEXT TIME THE RODDINIAN SOLDIERS COME OVER THE BORDER YOU WILL TAKE THE WEAPON OF THEIR FALLEN AND BRING THEM TO ME.
Whoever brings us to the bronze age will become pillage-master of the Viking army and Pirate Captain of the Norsemen's sea.

(great update Jason... btw. I'll have to take some Roddinian territory to get to bronze-age, right? Or will fighting their soldiers defensively be enough?)
 
Yes, it increases your chances Tote, but you dont even have to fight to get Bronze Age.

To Egypt
From Kush

Please, we beg of you to honor your commitment and aid us against the Zulu!
 
From: Egypt
To: Kush

Don't worry! We won't let our southern neighbour alone!

To: Zulu Invaders

We ask you to stop your hostilities at once! The Kush-ites are our friends and we will defend them against you!
 
to: funny looking yellow people
From: Zulu Empire

We have promised to let you remain independent, do not make us revoke our pledge. any support you send will be destroyed then we will march north and raze your villages and kill all who survive. We are willing to spare you such, do not provoke us.
 
From: Egypt
To: Zulu

It is obvious that you don't know much about us - That will be your downfall!
 
Sorry, I'm having to leave many NESes because of an upcoming move. Sadly, I must abandon Hellas and my planned revenge on andis.
 
To: Yellow people
From: ZUlu

Yes we are afraid of your mighty army, indeed we do not know much about it at all except that it is far smaller than ours, your allies are backward and your nation a fifth the size of ours. Prepare to die.
 
BRAZIL ORDERS:

Increase Navy
Expand along the Lesser Antilles and Argentina.

^_^
 
Death to the Roddinians!
Dishonor and shame to their children even unto the 10'th generation!
 
There is much lamenting and beating of breasts in the land of Spain. The Seasons no longer move; the crops have withered; the herds have starved; men and women grow old and decrepit but do not die; children are no longer born. Our land is blighted. We are drowning in the dust of once living things. Despair is our new death; mortality has taken on a new vicious form, no longer mercifully slaying us in our weakness, but carving away at our bodies and minds until only the shallow stagnant pool of utter self hatred remains.
I am the only one who still cares enough to worry and hope and hate myself for giving in. No one travels. I still travel. I have tried to get as far away from the deathly-alive villages as I can, but each time I am driven to the next sorrowful gathering of spiteful corpses. They do not eat, but they do not die. I do not need to eat either, but I do anyways. I am beginning to wonder why. I have gone for weeks in the wasteland without food, and when I find some rotted morsel from an unreachable past I eat it…but it gives me no satisfaction. My teeth are loose or gone. I long ago cut off my hair in despair, and it has not grown back at all. My clothes would not stay on my bony body, and I ceased attempting to keep them on. The most peculiar thing--my fingernails and toenails have fallen out. My toes are bloody. As long as they keep bleeding I will keep walking.
I have seen a few foreigners in this long journey of mine, wanderers such as myself. We do not speak to each other, nor do we need to; a brief glance, an agonizing squint of suffocating hope is enough to tell us we are the same in our hopes and fears, and that we must continue looking.
Soon I will become like my countrymen. I know my will is dying. I do not have much time left to say this, and I am not sure you are the one who I must say it too, or if there is such a person, but I must try:
Help us.
 
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