Okay, Cotal, seriously. Are you going to rejoin ANZAC Republic? Because if you aren't, this is serious Metaverse Review material! The number two player overall jumping ship and joining a kittycat empire! Just imagine the tabloids...

Theoden has been possessed by the Lord of one word at a time.... Arrrrrrgh....

The Doom was cruising along one day when.


Pontius, the A.R.S.E, Ass has disappeared fromt he Radar..

WTF? Seems it fell down a gravity well. Score is only 89k now....

NOOOOO IT'S THE DREADED SCORE NERF GRAVITY WELL..... FULL ENGINES!!!!!!!!!!!

LMAO someone has to form a dog empire.

What's going on ANZAC's?

All these people leaving has placed you behind us. What happened?

This is all veeerrrryyyy interesting!!

I am still here Blueee.

Strokes his fevered brow and pours him a drink.

Just submitted a game too. Not up to Cotal's standard, but it's a start.

Hey, at least it wasn't pontius's magic stripes of gaudy death like were in that one thread....

apart from cotal (who iz havin' some fun), has anyone else left?

FriendJosh has returned to the Fellowship.

~SDC~

The Anzacs were all gathered at the listening outpost to find their flagship.

WHAT!!! OUR FLAGSHIP WENT DOWN A GRAVITY WELL!!!! AHHHH. Oh wait, there it is.

So intent on the space board, the Anzacs failed to notice a shadow enter the background. The transmorgifrier is activated. Zzzzzzzt.

Cotal :AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I've been turned into a cat!!!!! OOOh my nose!!!!!


The shadowy figure slips away and beams up to the defiant. His mission is accomplished.


Mwahahahaha, now to find our good recruiting friends in the kitty empire. Here Kitty Kitty Here Kitty Kitty Here Kitty Kitty SMACK!!!! Mwahahahahha. But not yet, thought the shadowy figure.

aah, right. oh well, he only committed to parking his ARse here for his holidays...



well at least, as per usual, it's the ARses that are creatin' ALL the metadrama.....

you can't say we're borin'

What's going on with the republic???

After a much delayed game submission, (delayed due to a severe bout of chickenpox!), I find the republic's down to 7th place

This was my first submission using the expansion pack, and I got a funny message (something like - I can't remember exactly - code 1), but anyway on checking the empire, it seemed to have registered :notsure:

Stupot

PS I suppose I can blame my chickenpox on being demoted (:(

Hey Stupot,

The message you got is ok, we all get it now. For me it also takes longer to submit a game.
As for our points going down a gravity well.... well Cotal's tripped out and left us all wondering whats going on and the other one defected back to his empire.

Hope you get over them chicken pox's! itchy, itchy! hope you arn't selling the puss from those chicken pox to aliens (sorry had to...) .

~SDC~

Evil Steve: did you check your Bex stockpile?? I think you should consider two things:

1. Has Cotal (or is that now Catol)...no, wait...she's with the Irkan empire now...anyway - has she got into the Bex big time??!!?!?

2. Does Blue now NEED the Bex big time??

Hey - and the girl that tickles my fancy has reappeared (hooray!)...mmm...shake that tailfeather, Rainbird...

The Metaverse Review is updated!

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Theoden of Rohan I've explained fully the why, what and wherefors of my apparent insanity in the Cotal's gone totally Nuts thread . . . lol.

Dearest ANZAC Republicans please read this sad account as well, I hope you understand . . .

Welcome back Cotal LOL

I'm guessing with all that empire hopping your going to rest your legs now right? .

~SDC~

For sure, no more wandering around for me . . .

Just played another giant maso for 60k, found a new speed tactic some of you might find interesting. I only research about 20 core techs through-out the whole game (most at the start) and managed to get most of the rest via trading . . . only had four planets (really bad start, so I could't have had much of a chance to keep up with the computer mid-game anyway).

Anyway basicaly I had social spending at 95% for most of the game, left the stats table open for all the AIs after I got Alliances and just watched for the TG/Wonders Techs to come up as 'being researched', then just brought the tech from the AI in question when they finished their research and stole the TG etc.

Not having to do any research (esp Evolution Control and Capital Millitary Ships) probably took about 45 minutes off the game. It doesn't seem to effect the score either on Maso which is a big suprize (always assumed buying techs reduced your score?) . . .

thought i'd better pull some weight, but can't submit without a dhelp exemption (?) which crashes galciv.



secret agent raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy

ditto........
[Message Edited]

iz ok now........

but submission has become hediously painful. or is it just me

hedious - an alarming reaction to hedonism

LOL

The Matrix alerted me to a call for help. Seems like a false alarm.

~SDC~

The last few days had been unnerving for the poor minion, not only because of the incident with the giant cat. But also when the Lord Orpon, in a fit of rage at the damage caused by the collision (minion would have called it hiding his fear, but wouldn't dare say that to his face) he had taken to searching the crewmens quarters. Of course he'd found the G.R.O.S.S. porn, minion had been demoted on the spot, but also kept the porn! Lord Orpon had denounced it as being... well... gross.

And now the damn cat was back, a large figure looming on the scope, gaining rapidly.
Ehm... Sir?

Yes, what is it now?

It's back sir?

What's back?

The cat, sir?

WHAT! Holy mother of kanelbullar! Sound general quarters! Alert the emperor! Secure the instruments! Hide!!!

But, sir.

WHAAAT!!??!

It's passing over us, sir.

Oh... Well, just monitor it then.


Meanwhile, back at the ANZAC ship.

Private Foster looked gloomily on the great big patch of fresh steel. Not only had it taken days to put up this haphazard repair across the tear in the hull, now he had to paint it. This was not his best day. Just as he set the brush to the wall he hearda scrathing noise, like something scraping across the outside hull... The entire ship reverberated with a great CLANG! Then the intercom crackled to life.

Foster.. zxzkrptrz... Get the hell outa there! It's back!!

Oh bugger.

Those were Private Fosters last words as he was sucked out into the void of space, right beside the giant cat crawling into it again. His final thought before his head exploded was: Now someone's gonna have to do all that work all over again. Well at least in won't be me. :notsure:

Rainbird watched through a viewing port,as Private Foster splattered all over the Universe.

Well, at least I managed to get him to write down the formula for his wonderful beer, during his last night of ecstasy.

Rainbird then wlaked away, Swaying her hips in practice for her next meeting with dear Wombie.