UPDATE IS TOMORROW GET YOUR COMMANDS IN BEFORE I BLOW UP THE FUSION REACTORS OF YOUR CRASHED SHIPS
“Citizens of this fair country; it has come to my attention that some of you are considering my recent measures as fascist. Rest assured, my intention is not to turn this land into a dictatorship, but to make sure every single one of my people is safe. Every single one of my actions is for the good of this country. I hope we will be able to strive throughout the years without the fear of being assaulted or raped. Have hope in your country and hope in yourselves, because this is the only thing that can make us better.”
Best. Rp. Ever.
Director Alderman leafed through the documents, all handwritten on green-tinted paper. They were making do with what they had, which was not enough. He looked out of the window overlooking the settlement, once again noting with a sense of accomplishment the advantages the mass stone reconstruction had wrought against the dark forces of damp wooden walls.
At the bottom of the pile of papers was a report, written by an astronomer. The astronomer had at last completed his project, which had taken nearly all year - a mighty length of time on this long-year world. It detailed the movement of the moons, the days of the year, the seasons and months, all carefully charted and observed. A day was exactly 37 hours here, and a year usually contained 1184 of these long days. The report went on to list deviations and calculations, then went into the main body of the proposition it represented - a new calendar, specifically designed for the long years of this world. He looked at the brief overview of the specifics.
After further analysis, Alderman was still a bit skeptical of the new calendar, but it seemed to work. The calculations looked solid and the months would be recognizable to Bronimans. The system worked, and was certainly a lot better than counting Broniman time, which did not fit the rhythm of the planet at all.
Very well, thought Alderman, a new calendar there shall be. He began making the preparations to spread it all across New Aialenburg.
Wipe off your boots and tread bravely forward, friend.
I'm about head into a week of bullshit myself, so, trust me, you have my sympathy. I'm just glad this isn't dead. That would have been a shame.
WELL YOU'RE DEAD TO ME, GALLO
(Seriously, though, man, at least shoot us an update on how you're doing every five days or so. XD )
King Layolit XXIX takes a drag off of his cigarette and rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses.
"I was asking Gallo to update BEFORE it was popular."
He then gets a swift kick to the side of the head
Last edited by Protoman; 03-21-2012 at 09:03 AM.
Chatroom: Clicky clicky
Asides from a good harvest, Kretaria has basically failed in most of its advance attempts this year
YEAR 3 OF THE EXILIUM AGE
10 Earth years have past
Despite formalising a national anthem and motivating their nation, a civil war has broken out on provocation of subversive cultists.
Guthinia develops inocculation against many of the diseases its population faces in the Bayou, however, riots wreck the country.
Tealings expands its capital and settles beyond its crampt conditions and founds a harbour and a number of fishing villages, but its population is still haunted by crippling paranoia.
Vinculisia sorts out its hydration issues with unexpected hallucinagetic side effects. Reports are awesome. But its government faces opposition from a pretender for the presidency.
Affale's Sisterhood begins domesticating giant lizards as a food resource and is dealing with progressive reforms in its military. It has also become aware of the Republic of New Cerephus.
The Method CC continues being the industrial powerhouse of the world, it... it has looms... yeah. Well... do YOU have looms? Didn't think so.
The New Cerephus Republic's development is being severely hampered by lack of wood and fresh water, but is aggressively attempting to sort the issue.
New Gorgan Expands it borders and conducts powerup sessions of its giant cannon instead of firing it every time a League championship finishes.
New Alianburg Changes continues blowing shit up
The A.S.S. got its shit together.
Please get your commands in by Next Sunday.
UPDATE IS TODAY GET YOUR COMMANDS IN BEFORE I BLOW UP THE FUSION REACTORS OF YOUR CRASHED SHIPS
can i have a 12 hour extension please? unfortunately real life isnt giving me much spare time lately
NO EXPLODE HIM.
Don't actually though, that could be seen as oppressive.
but...but i thought we were friends, pala ;_;
Oh don't worry Tea, you know I don't mean it.
Fine, 12 hour extension.
Hey, Tea, if you're ever worried that you may end up missing a future turn, then I can always give suggestions on where to move your ship's reactor core down the line...
Hey guys, i hate to do this (have never replaced out of a game before), but i think its time to be realistic...with exams right around the corner and my final year at uni, i dont really have time for this game anymore. I'll just end up holding it back. I really wish i could play cos its a very very fun game, with people who have cool ideas and a mod who puts one hell of a lot of effort into the game. Seriously. Have you seen the PMs he sends? F'kin huge! Kudos, Gallo, i'm sorry i couldnt be better
So...yea...this is me asking to be replaced...or at the very least have something blow me up xD