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DonCorazon · #1 March 31st, 2009, 05:02 PM

Could be found by who? Feel free to look yourself. I am trying to find one for Mari who at only 4 stales is probably salvageable. 11 stales is too tough a sell for me.

cleveland · #2 March 31st, 2009, 10:58 PM

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

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Yes I did write that, an original work. I've been operating several computers for quite some time, and though I've produced countless pages of nonsense, I definitely wrote that paragraph all on my own.

Greetings! New Marignon here. I understand this is a game where Muses roam the map, and I'm wondering what exactly my motivation is supposed to be. Have I been a cruel nation? whipping heretics and so forth? Benevolent? whipping only those heretics who are imprisoned beyond the protections of my nations legal system? Please, give me some guidance!

In the mean time, I shall play the role of Nation in Turmoil - in fact, it seems a military coup has just overthrown the military coup that just overthrew the outgoing government, seizing power with popular support ("Viva La Inquisition!"). Scared but crazed with power, I know I must act quickly to mobilize the proletariat against some imagined foe before they get wise to my incompetence...

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Act 2, Scene 4
Quiet Meadow, sounds of monks chanting in the distance

Military Strongman Turned Leader: "Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look..."
Cassius: "Yoink!"
Military Strongman Turned Fatally Wounded Leader: "Naive! But you're too late! My attack orders have already been issued against..." *dies*
Brutus: "Yoink!"
Cassius: "Et tu, Brute?" *dies*
Undead Caesar: "Yoink!" [aside] "I'm pretty sure I could keep this up for quite some time, with each line becoming more intolerable than the last, so you'd better tell me what I'm supposed to be, tuit de suite."

sansanjuan · #3 April 1st, 2009, 01:24 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by cleveland

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

-----

Yes I did write that, an original work. I've been operating several computers for quite some time, and though I've produced countless pages of nonsense, I definitely wrote that paragraph all on my own.

Greetings! New Marignon here. I understand this is a game where Muses roam the map, and I'm wondering what exactly my motivation is supposed to be. Have I been a cruel nation? whipping heretics and so forth? Benevolent? whipping only those heretics who are imprisoned beyond the protections of my nations legal system? Please, give me some guidance!

In the mean time, I shall play the role of Nation in Turmoil - in fact, it seems a military coup has just overthrown the military coup that just overthrew the outgoing government, seizing power with popular support ("Viva La Inquisition!"). Scared but crazed with power, I know I must act quickly to mobilize the proletariat against some imagined foe before they get wise to my incompetence...

----------

Act 2, Scene 4
Quiet Meadow, sounds of monks chanting in the distance

Military Strongman Turned Leader: "Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look..."
Cassius: "Yoink!"
Military Strongman Turned Fatally Wounded Leader: "Naive! But you're too late! My attack orders have already been issued against..." *dies*
Brutus: "Yoink!"
Cassius: "Et tu, Brute?" *dies*
Undead Caesar: "Yoink!" [aside] "I'm pretty sure I could keep this up for quite some time, with each line becoming more intolerable than the last, so you'd better tell me what I'm supposed to be, tuit de suite."

Awesome! Beware all. Big "C" Rocks!
-SSJ

calmon · #4 April 4th, 2009, 05:04 PM

Hi Don,

please extend the hosting for 4 hours.

Thanks!

DonCorazon · #5 March 31st, 2009, 11:27 PM

Welcome Cleveland! Chronicle players, through great personal sacrifices, your beloved admin has managed to recruit one of the most humorous and talented writers of the Dom community. Author of the great Lord of the Dai's here among other works of art. If anyone can spark life back into the Chronicles part of this game, its Cleveland (no pressure Cleve). Please PM him if you have any treaties etc.

Executor · #6 April 6th, 2009, 12:19 PM

I think this game has lost all its meaning.
It was about writing chronicles as you play along but more than half the players stopped, lost interest I guess.
This game became just another slow pace game with not a whole lot going on, constant delays, people staling, dropping out...

DonCorazon · #7 April 6th, 2009, 03:05 PM

I stopped writing since most others were not writing and it was like giving away free intel to players who seemed to treat it like a regular game. It's surprising how people were excited to sign up but flaked almost immediately on the Chronicles part.

rdonj · #8 April 7th, 2009, 03:22 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by DonCorazon

I stopped writing since most others were not writing and it was like giving away free intel to players who seemed to treat it like a regular game. It's surprising how people were excited to sign up but flaked almost immediately on the Chronicles part.

This is why I didn't sign up to join one of the games in the first place. It's a great idea on paper, but it's so easy to not do the actual work and produce something. And once you start losing it can be very easy to get discouraged and stop writing altogether. I would have really liked to see it work out, but I think you'd need a particularly dedicated group of writers to make it.

Executor · #9 April 6th, 2009, 03:54 PM

Yeah, I was thinking at giving up the whole thing at one moment, this game is rather boring and unbalanced, but how often do you have a chance to play a mod nation.

cleveland · #10 April 6th, 2009, 09:40 PM

Sitting in your Golden Throne, atop your High Citadel, in your Forbidden City, you yawn drearily as the hours pass.

You glance around...in the far corner sits your War Minister, who has his finger (or is it fingers?) buried deep inside his ear, scratching at something which - by the contortions of his face - seems to be the facial control center of his brain...a bit nearer, your Royal Guards stand at, er, slouch at attention, and you note with silent surprise that only 2 of the 4 are actively drooling on themselves...to your immediate left, the High Concubine is slumped over an empty jug of fermented *snif, snif* is that garlic? toenails, possibly? Whatever it was, at least she'll be out for a while...

How DID I end up here? you wonder to yourself. I'm supposed to be a ****ING PRETENDER TO THE CROWN OF CIVILIZATION! What have I done to deserve this nation of filthy half-wits!?!

High on your daily bump of self-pity, you intentionally fail to acknowledge the entry of your Espionage Chief as he hurriedly scurries across chamber with a thin, weasily looking bafoon in tow.

"Beg'ur pard'on, Lo-rd?" Imbicle. "Ahem, beg'ur pard'on, Lo-rd?"

Rolling your eyes, you sigh long and painfully, finally settling your gaze on him. Sweet mercy, he's ugly! Does he even have any teeth? "Beg'ur pard'on?" Nope, just the one.

Without saying a word, you make a slight gesture indicating that you'll hear what he has to say.

"Si-ar! Tis 'oung scout ha' jus' retur'd from b'hind en'my lines!" You watch the fine mist of spittle he just ejected dance playfully in the sunlight. "E ha' NEWS! 'rom the n'tion a MARIGNON!"

Marignon! Your brow perks up. Oh! If I could only lead Marignon... The familar fantasy scrolls in front of your eyes... Thier men, all so brave! So handsome! Such great conversationalists! And their women...the vision is abruptly dissolved by an unconscious garlic-toenail belch.

Sure enough, the scout does indeed have news from within the Great Nation of Marignon, which had fallen silent in recent months, and was feared (by you, mainly) to be lost forever. But as it turns out, the entire nation collectively decided to take an extended, 3-month holiday, out of fairness to all the other nations. Those sportsmen! But the holiday is now over, and the Marignon government is back up and running, albeit with a super tan.

As the blubbering mess wraps up his story, you find yourself already dreaming up ways to welcome Marignon back. Gold? Gems? A Ring of Sorcery or really any other booster though we're pretty good on Astral and Fire at the moment but would certainly appreciate a Moonvine Bracelet? So many options!

Your gathered minions wince as you rise swiftly from your throne - the Concubine and Guards being exceptions - and stride quickly to your private quarters where you nervously scribble on a parchment:

My Dearest Marignon,

Who says this game is boring? That it can't be revived?...

You agonize over it for hours, though you know you'll never send it...