Heh, heh, heh... we will launch a wave of drop-bears at the pirate scum, we will make them live in fear, and we will have them walking around with their heads always tilted towards the sky. Then, they won't see the suicide sheep on their next charge... Btw, as for making stars, etc., it's just a tease so far. Maybe something to look forward to in GalCiv 2. :)
I'm not worried. As I recall, froggy kicked some major pirate butt by the end. I'm going to enjoy watching this re-run. :)
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It might make things a bit slow if you're trading lots of tech, and every time you want to check it, you have to click through to a seperate tech info screen, then back to the trade screen, then click through to the next tech you're not sure about... How about a little info window like what you get (bonuses and new buildings) when you hold your mouse over an icon in a net browser? e.g. hold it over genetic mapping and you see: "Research +10, Tir-Quan Training (Soldiering +2
Well, I'm running it on a p2/450 with (gasp) 64 megs of ram. The only annoying thing is it hangs for a couple minutes when quitting, but the wait between turns isn't too bad, even on medium. Better than Moo3 at least, I always had to bring a book when playing that. I did try a gigantic map on galciv one time, but I took one look at the map, and quit. I'm a gutless wonder. LOL So, who thinks I'm mad, then? Come on! (quack starts shadow boxing) :)
As a public service, ANZAC spies have obtained a picture of this pirate ship's crew. Join them at your own risk :p http://www.cse.unsw.edu.au/~s2251294/gross-crew.jpg
My character has a flasher's coat with fifty thousand pockets inside, to keep all his monster giblets. He's a delicatessen on legs. :) Hehe... I'm trying to imagine a peaceful, passive, killing rampage, but I'm not having much luck. That pure good face isn't helping :p
(quack feeds the threadzilla) here, thready, thready, want a boom-boom baa-baa? Yeah, you need to eat baa-baa to grow big and strong, and boom-boom baa-baas are , um, SPICY! (boom-boom baa-baa goes BOOOOOOOMMMMMM) :SURPRISED: [Message Edited]
Whoa... this place has gone pretty quiet. It must be the eye of the storm :)
I didn't have much time to play cause of uni, but I thought this wouldn't take up much of my time. I was wrong, of course :p Don't worry, sir, I'll start playing right away!
Christopher Packer was in a good mood. He started doing a little jig. He saw a few grenades on the table, and eagerly grabbed them. Then, he pulled the pins all at once, and started juggling them with all the skill of a circus performer. One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand, BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!! . . . he said, as he tossed the dummy grenades to some of the Secret Order recruits in the lecture hall. "And the moral o
Gotta head off (almost afraid to find what'll be here when i get back, though :) ) One thing I forgot to mention: I'm having a blast here, really. Forget restricted stories, if we use a bit of common sense (and don't kill each other off), we can have everyone pulling on the same tale and bet on where it goes...
doh, new posts all the time. Nice to see everyone's online at least :)
1) "Completely irresistible powers" - what, like your guy blowing away Quack before I even knew he existed? 2) "Strength of another character" - my right hand man, responsible for TRAINING NEW RECRUITS as bodyguards, drivers, and PILOTS, to name a few, suddenly realizes he doesn't know how to fly after all. (For the record, the real-life I.M.Hard is surprisingly smart.) Is that two strikes for you, then? :notsure: How would you have liked "BlueOcean was knifed by a rand
Argh, now you've made me get off my arse and start playing again...
Tranquility Governor Blue Ocean smiled, and lit up a cigar. The planets assigned to his direction had finally been given some social grants, so they could build what he told them to for once. He had been assigned with turning a group of backwater planets into major research centers. He did not decide what to research, for that was not his place. But even so, he was one of the most powerful peons in his galaxy. He even reported once a month to an overlord. What prestige! He
Balance of Power Seventeen million survivors. It was a tiny number in cosmic terms, but enough to make the search for Blue Ocean among them difficult. The agents had already manipulated the local military to hunt down Blue, but they could only track his progress on the planet by the reports of loyalist soldiers turning their weapons on each other and recon pilots crashing into the ground. Quack watched from his battle-ship in frustration - he could protect all the people in his tas
Insurrection The young leader was having a tough time. He had chosen a quiet galaxy to prove himself and claim the title of Overlord, but his biggest difficulty was from his own people. His economic management had been disastrous, and several planets had defected to the League of Non-Aligned Worlds. He got a report that Cassius Prime had been added to that list. He paid little attention to this, he simply sent a light transport of a billion loyalist soldiers there and moved on to t
No Place Like Home The initiate nervously climbed up the temple steps and opened the door. He bowed down before MM77. "Excuse me, um, Mr President..." "hey, a NEW FAN! you made the rite choic, betcha glad your here hunh?" "Absolutely, sir! I was wondering if you could show me around the temple?" "oh YEAH, its a gr8 place, you gota see all this..." MM77 started walking towards a room full of CariElf artifacts when he felt the initiate gra
lol, chris - death is just an inconvenience... Dark Forces Sargeant Hard thought for a moment about what that antimatter shotgun had done to his boss, and his friend. Then, he slowly nodded. He would enjoy this hunt. He was a calculating man, and had coordinated many operations for his overlord. He had been an admiral and a general, a governor and a judge, a man of all hats. And, of course, he had seen combat in every form imaginable. Every overlord had many admirals and g
CHISSLIDB? Hmm... she's lit up! Hehe, I can read your secret messages you don't even know you wrote. Being psychic has its advantages :-p Btw, have any of you played half-life and the expansion packs (opfor and blue shift)? In those, the first one told a story, and the expansions added some extra storyline, but also fleshed out each other's stories from a different perspective. That'd be fun to do with this imo :) [Message Edited]
"But it wouldn't be very neighborly if we didn't visit our fine Euro friends once in a while." Yeah, scouting out new pirating spots in the Mediterranean... checking out the seaside resort bars for easy marks... it must be a hard job, huh? :p I've got a few distant relatives in Europe - I might even go spying there next year myself, heh heh heh... "Still at least you guys don'y play 'Aussie Rules' football with a ton of padding and full face helmet like the
You're the prez - just get this recognized as an official religion, and the government'll HAVE to cut us some slack :)
Security Breach Sargeant Hard was on his way to the recruits' morning lesson, and saluted one of the VP's as he staggered past. The VP was too drunk to see who it was, but just carried on. "Must've been some party", he thought to himself. As he walked past the temple, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. Something didn't feel right. Hard went up the stairs, deftly avoiding the shattered statues, and opened the door. As soon as he saw the usual guards were missin
The Party The party, put simply, was going off. Many of the most powerful vice-presidents in the Fan Club (all overlords) were there, including the famous Christopher Packer, and their incredible wealth meant no luxury was spared. Secret Order members were serving drinks, and W.C.a.r.i.E.l.f. was blaring out on massive speakers all through the temple. Many human overlords wNot all of these overlords were human, since some aliens had managed to convince humans to work for them,
Initiation The swamps of Skowbo II were particularly nasty this time of year, but the small group of uniformed men who were looking up in the sky were not bothered. They had worked here for years. As one of them pinpointed the approaching shuttle, they walked to the landing pad. "Well, here we go again." The men approached the landing pad, and stood to attention as the shuttle landed. As the door opened, one of the men stepped forward, cleared his throat, and screamed: