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DeletedUser25625

Legionnaire Looking

Do you ever feel like you're frozen in time? That the world has passed you by? Your resume just doesn't cut it anymore [what's a resume?].

As a legionnaire in Parasite the Simbiote (PS) city on Odhrorvar - that's exactly what happened to me.

My life was pretty good. I had just moved into a Clapboard House in the bottom right corner of the city. It was a long walk along the path to get to PS Legionnaire Barrack. But, there were plenty of places to stop along the way.

My favorite was the PS Tavern in the bottom left corner. So many Happy memories. We'd all stop in after conquering (okay mostly standing around looking menacing while the PS emissary negotiated) sectors on the Continent Map. Of course, we'd also take a steam and relax at PS Public Bath house after each "battle."

To keep us busy during some down time, and for the prestige of hosting the junior FOE Soccer Cup - we built 2 Stadiums.

I couldn't bear to watch, so I covered my eyes [disabled animation] every time my son shot. I'd listen for the roar of the crowd. But, all too often it was jeers and disappointment. The nerve of some of those "soccer moms."

Not long after, we started going on Guild Expeditions. More fighting- no negotiation. To improve our battle tactics - we erected a Castel de Monte and a Statue of Zeus. We worked with the rest of Valiant Heart to battle weekly. We even won 5000 goods for our Guild Treasury. Any time we could, we'd take on Unattached survivor units.

*Sigh* That was the beginning of the end for me. Life moved on.

I was replaced by newer more skilled Heavy Units. First, Armored Infantry then Imperial Guards. My son just finished Grenadier training - at a place called Alcatraz. He has hinted that he wants to Hideout with a bunch of Rogue units.

The family is cramped into an Apartment House. That's what happens when you're unemployable - and your kids are racking up student loans.

So many Great Buildings (GBs) have gone up, that the city is completely changed. PS Tavern is gone - replaced by a Royal Albert Hall. Fishing Huts and Oasis plots have replaced Basalt, Talc, and Brick factories. With quite a few shiny new GBs and other Special Buildings - we had a referendum on keeping St. Mark's Basilica, Hagia Sophia, Tower of Babel, and/or Notre Dame [r.i.p.].

And the shrines, so many Shrines of Knowledge and Awe. You didn't hear it from me, but they were built because of the city's gambling problem. I wonder if Greva Darn should be persona non grata - or hailed as a savior.

As for me, I still have some hope. I hear there are some old "Iron Age" guild fighting lands ...



[editor's note: I went from EMA to LMA over the course of the summer]
 
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Once upon a summers break, a long long time ago like at the beginning of the summer, I accepted a position of a city planner. I was given a glorious city of stone which I most instantly tore down in favor of a city of bronze. Troops of spearmen were raised and sent off to war against all they could find. With pointy sticks they scouted and conquered territories, sacked and pillaged neighbors, and did what soldiers did best, they died. The land became an unruly and hostile place in need of community and friends. Under my tutelage the ever expanding city joined a guild, and by visiting all its members plans for great buildings were gathered together piece by piece until such marvels as lighthouses, basilicas, and even a war statue of Zeus were erected. With Zeus's mighty erection the population swelled and strong became the city as an age of iron was entered. Troops became archers and won all sorts of awards and medals as their prestige brought in more and more lands. Roads were built, and houses for those roads, and farms for the houses, and all types of goods and supplies were produced. Sure, some did complain as they worked, sat at home, and played with their balls. So the city played soccer and brought home tons of prizes that added more and more to the city of Zeus's every inch. With happier soccer playing citizens playing with their balls and being as gay as could be the city transformed into the middle ages as all the citizens made lifestyle choices. Strong were we then, or so we had thought. Our town hall became a castle, our archers obsessed with size developed the longbow. They protected the land, and conquered, terrorized, and fertilized everyone and everything as goat/sheep farms opened up and spread and became popular. Then one day, tanks rolled in and shot and plundered everyone. From this we learned that no matter how long and good an arrow is, an arrow is simply no match for a division of armored tanks. So not knowing what to do, we poured all our resources into discovering and learning more and more technologies, from which the city entered a colonial type of age full of plantations and estates. Soccer lost its allure a bit so everyone turned to summertime roulette gambling. That is how the summer went, and how the next part of the story begins.
 
Algona

Algona

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“Yes, Princess Myciena?”

“All-mighty-slayer-of-the-meek-benevolent-despot-for-life-Algona, the peasants are revolting!”

“Tell me something I don’t know. They’ve always been disgusting.”

“But foot-poised-upon-…” “Sire will do, Princess.” “…Yes, Sire. The peasants are unhappy and nonproductive.” “Council meeting!”

Minutes later. “Go ahead, Princess.” “The peasants are revolting!”

A moment’s silence then blather: “Hear, hear! Down right nauseating.” “This is news? They’re perpetually repulsive.” “Agreed! Stomach-churning beggars.”

The Princess explains the problem. “Suggestions?”

“Spend 2073 FP nudging my memory!” “Give me a bazillion coins and supplies!” “Build 10 cars, 2 turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree!”

“No, no, no! We’ve been doing those all summer. Repeatedly.”

“Start plundering your neighbors!”

I ponder plunder. It’s been Ages. Beaucoup troops with the new tank production. Attack who? I remember advice from the smartest Rulers (aside from me, of course) in the world, Inestimable Glarg and Incomparable JennyButler. Bully weak non-Aiders. Hey, I gotta live up to my titles.

Other attempts: Build a Temple and do GE. Chop off the head of royalty, an awful precedent. A fun month playing Soccer; watchfires may soothe the masses.. Troll the forums. Expand and remodel the city, the new apartments look good. Continue to supply Goods for Guildies’ Trazzes, 17 and counting. Chase Arc BPs and FE Goods. A few weeks later, I recall the Council.

“Update, Princess?” “The peasants are still revolting!” Babble ensues. “Make them bathe more often!” “No more US election news!” “Outlaw garlic and onion sandwiches!” “Potty training!” “Give them something to be happy about?”

Pffft, like that last would work. Maybe?

“Rinbin, take these ticket’s to Greva’s Casino. Win a Zeppelin. What did you say? We already have enough hot air?” “I said, let me tell you the one about the traveling salesman and the farmer’s daughter.”

“Sire! I won all sorts of cruddy, err, I mean, great prizes!” “Nice sunglasses, but I don’t see a Zeppelin. Maybe the peasants will enjoy seeing your head on a pole next to Mary’s? Executioner!” “Sire, I’ll try again. Did I tell you the one about Painting Custer’s Last Stand?” “It’ll be your last stand if you return sans Zeppelin.”

“Sire! Amazing success! 9 SoKs!” “No Zeppelin? I think I’ll rename an SoK Shrine of No-Head.” “Ulp. Well, I always try to get ahead.” “I suggest you head back to the Casino while you still have one…” “Have I told you the one about the Pirate and the Parrot?”

“Sire. success! You have a Zeppelin and a place for all your hot air!”

The Zeppelin did the job or maybe it was Rinbin’s head next to Mary’s. Morale is higher than ever. Next Council Meeting.

“Report, Princess!” “The peasants are revolting!”

“WHAT? I spent the summer rebuilding the city, plundering neighbors, playing soccer, winning a Zeppelin and the ungrateful mob is still unhappy?”

“No, Sire, they are quite happy. But they still make me sick.”
 
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DeletedUser22004

My Summertime with Rinbin! :cool::p:cool:​

This was me taking a deep bath in the public bath in Tuulech with some people who were previously animated from the grandstand in the previous FoE Soccer Event :cool:. While making fun of soccer players who were still hoping in scoring more next event, Rinbin appeared looking all sweaty and lost. As I approached him to offer him some of the drink from the beach bar, I noticed he had a map in hands. As nosy as I am, I got closer and asked him if he needed some help. Rinbin mentioned that he was looking for Noarsil, but for some reason he has been getting lost from world to world. He immediately asked me if he was right this time. I told him: “Well…it depends…:rolleyes:” “on what?” he replied. If you give things worthy on quests I can tell you. :D It brings back to my memory that silly quest where I paid like 111 coins and got 1 coin back. :mad: Jeez!

He offered me to send a ticket to inno or proposal in the forums. o_O Meh! Anyways, I decided to give him a hand for him to complete his mission for that summer. While singing some rap songs with Rinbin :cool:, we were looking at those messy cities around – seriously….some people have hard time with roads :eek:

Once reaching Noarsil, Rinbin looked hesitating :confused:. I took off my phone and offered him a selfie in that Temple of Relics right in the middle of the city, so he could chilled out a bit ;). As we were walking around those wishing wells, and shrines of knowledges, Rinbin seemed nervous….this was getting intriguing for me….the more we advanced, the more worried he seemed to get. I asked him…face to face…in a very polite and respectful way: “What`s itching you behind man, jeez! :mad:” He told me the truth…While spinning the wheel for players not to get the good prizes, he had lost his precious…yeah..his precious “rabbit disguise…the one Greva loves.:oops:” Oh boy! If I knew it was about the rabbit thing, I would have kept myself deep into the bath :(. Since I was in that hole, I had to finish with the quest. As we move forward over the city through the Holo – holiday park, we saw an Innovation tower where we could take a look on it. And nope…nothing there…I was getting mad about the fact that poor Rinbin didn’t remember where the rabbit thing was. :mad:

As we kept straight I asked Rinbin why he had lost his rabbit disguise in Noarsil. “Norsilians love verbal drama aggression. :rolleyes:” Hitting the corner, we saw the Voyager. Rinbin ran as fast as a rabbit and suddenly I saw he was up there in the Voyager :eek::eek:, I had to call out a Future Champion to help me out in case we see Rinbin falling from that plundering machine :confused:. From the top I could only heard: “I got the….” “JEEZ! :eek:” I shouted. Some paratroopers came just in time Phew! ;):). By being thankful, Rinbin gave me a lucky coin for me to do my wish. I got close to a wishing well, and say: “Please, for this coming summer make my dream real and see the Voyager spinning.” ;);)
 

DeletedUser26154

[Here's my entry. *Edit: I'm from Rugnir*]


"Oh, so you fancy yourself a future Ruler? Well, please come in. Have a seat while the stewards brings us refreshments."

"Comfortable? Good. That's my favorite chair. It offers a view of my entire court. You have to keep your courteasans pretty close.
The Palace of Versailles was designed a certain way for a reason. King Louis the 14th was physically and literally the center of every
circle. The princes and dukes could not plot against him. They were too busy squabbling over who had the honor of pouring their
Sovereign a cup of tea. Keep in mind, the Hall of Mirror's beauty was also it's downfall."

"Yes, thank you for noticing. Praxis was busy during the summer. There was a football sensation, followed up by a Casino Roulette wheel
Festival. We had good times, and the best benefits were the technological advances made by our happy citizens. Their boundless
enthusiasiam not only laid roads down where paths were before, but also put cars onto those roads. And guns on those cars too, for we weaponize every invention we create."

"Oh dear, you looked up. I was hoping you wouldn't do that. Now you see the worst part of being a king. How I can die at any time.
You sit in the best and worst chair the entire kingdom has to offer. If my enemies from outside don't do me in, then one on the inside
might succeed. A fellow had a sword named after him because of this. Victory has a thousand fathers, but failure is an orphan. History
will blame you for every single downfall your society suffers. And there will never be a shortage of those who want to take your place."

"If you feel you still have what it takes to be a Queen or a King, then heed my advise: Keep your roads in good shape, maintain good
neighbors and don't go out looking for trouble. Be ready for war but never fight a battle you don't have to win. Some of the best
agreements are those of mutual advantage. Try to stay current with your production, and strive to collect your goods on time."
 
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DeletedUser11616

The war horn blared it's angry sounds waking corporal Jonstone. He gingerly lifted his bandaged head and opened one eye.

"Dang! Not that time again." he grumbled.

Lately it seemed as if they were constantly in battle or here, in the infirmary, recovering. He considered himself quite lucky. His Anti-Aircraft Vehicle had rolled when hit and sustained a lot of damage but he lived. He tried to sit up but got dizzy and laid back down, dozing off again.

"Hey Gordon. Check out Jonstone." whispered Alexi.

"I saw. Poor guy. Seems he's dreaming again." whispered Gordon.

"Yeah. Never seen a guy with such bad luck!" snorted Alexi.

"I know! This is the fourth time this week he has tripped and hurt himself. Such a clumsy guy! At this rate he will never see battle." snickered Gordon.
 
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DeletedUser10415

What I Did This Summer by Cadet 3rd class Simpkins

This Summer of our Glorious Leader's Always Really Great (GLARG for short) my cadre was instructed in the use of Rogue Teams in advanced military applications. Rogue Teams are employed as a means to distract and thus destroy the enemy. They consist of five subaltern spec-7s, a Captain of Infantry, a Captain of Artillery, a Captain of Sharpshooters, a Captain of Rapid Responders, a Captain of Armor, a Major, a Major General, and a Political Officer. When attacked, they are trained to instantly manifest as any type of unit available to us.

That they can pull this transformation off at all is quite fantastic, but it is not always without difficulties. One such difficulty we learned about is with our Glorious Leader's Awesome Rail Gun (GLARG for short). Well, not a problem with the GLARG, obviously. It's astounding weapon of gloriously lethal artillery - really great (glarg for short). The problem lies with the Rogue Team's ability to quickly and efficiently manifest the GLARG. It's an astonishing complex weapon, and even though Rogues are highly skilled it takes them a bit longer than usual to get it together, and can sometimes (well, most of the time really) utterly fail to return fire in a timely fashion.

Motivation, we learned, seemed to be a factor, so each Rogue Team was augmented by an additional five Political Officers, and each of those five bringing with them four subaltern spec-4s, and two subaltern spec-2s, both of which are trained in the use of Greatly Leveraged Amusing Recreational Grouping (GLARG for short). It is hoped this will go a long way toward lighting a fire under those Rogues to get the ball rolling. Due however to the extra personnel and time it takes to organize everything regarding the Rogue Teams, their order of battle has been changed to second rather than first. The problem was solved.
 

DeletedUser10415

Congrats to all of us. :)

Thanks for the loot we are yet to receive Inno et al.
 
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