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Nov 2001 time: 23:22
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I wonder what the lost civs are doing. No, I don't play ahead, but I do dream of things that might be so.
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Tojo looked out over the Shinto shrine just east of the Royal Palace. Thru the mists of morning he thought for a moment that he saw something far off at sea. But no, another mirage.
Reflecting on the known world situation in 430 ad, Tojo was sure that there was atleast one possibly more large land masses unaccounted for. Heck, the rules say there are 16 Civs in the game, and we can only account for ourselves plus China, Zululand, and India.
But which way to look first? And the most recent cartography showed deep water all around the known world.
Sad, thought Tojo, it will be some time before we will be able to venture out. I hope the other Civs are also isolated, for otherwise they will have such a tech trading advantage over us that there will be no hope of finding them first.
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Sheik
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Tojo's story made me laugh, cry, and rediscover myself all over again.
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We probably should start thinking about exploring other lands. Usually doing this is expensive and time consuming , actually it is always expensive and time consuming but in the end if we make some smooth diplo moves we will make a profit.
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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001 time: 23:22
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MEANWHILE...in the city of Beijing...
Mao Zedong, Emperor of China, and super genius, decides to whittle away the time by drawing with his crayons his ideas about what other lands their might be, as he calmly sips his green tea from the little bowl in his free hand. Nodding to his friend, the Buddhist monk Bodhidharma (who not only cut off his eyelids once, but taught the Shaolin monks kung fu), Mao begins to draw the other lands.
"Here, Bodhidharma, is an imaginary place which I shall call the Land of the Southern Geese Who Feast on the Peaches of Immortality."
"It looks...celestial. I would imagine that the land is not simply inhabited by those immortal geese, however."
"Yes, yes, yes...let us say there are these...Persians there. Yes, those Persians. You will recall that the diviner (whom I had executed for some dangerous thoughts the other day) Chuang Su had come to me, saying that he'd had a dream in which he saw a people with that name, choking to death on what he took for an oversized banana. I wondered what his dreams meant, and the other day I received a message from the Japanese Prince Tojo, just blabbering on about how he'd been wondering what other civilizations were out there, so I decided to create my own thoughts about it all, and publish it in my little red book, here..."
"Ohhh...really...nice...Mao. Is this the Persian Emperor?"
"Yes, Bodhidharma...his name is, so the diviner said, Xerxes. Here he is, coming out of his harem...the banana has obviously not become lodged in his throat yet, however..."
"Yes, I see his smiley face..."
"But," says Mao, whipping out his long, ancient blade, known as Green Blade of Truth (which was supposedly once owned by some Taoist god, somewhere), "You know, if I ever do find other civilizations...I'll just have to CONQUER them all to add to my Celestial Empire which stretches from horizon to horizon..." Mao swings his sword around in the air, accidentally slicing one of his guardsmen. "Whoops, sorry about that arm, Huang..."
"Well, sir, if you think it prudent. However, other civilizations have, if you will forgive me, actually defeated you in battle...and you've never conquered anyone..."
"Oh, shut up, Bodhidharma...you are just making me angry. Wouldn't want to have to bump you off, chap. Shape up, OK? I assure you...if anyone wants to mess with old Mao, here, I'll fall upon them like...a wall of bricks upon a surprised duck!" Mao swings the sword, and returns it to it's scabbard...or at least, he tries to...
"What is the matter, Emperor?"
"Bodhidharma...call a doctor...and a couple of young, thin nurses...I kinda hurt myself there..."
Yep. Just another day at the palace of Beijing.
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Reddawg
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Oak Ridge, El Niño, Apolyton
Aug 2001 time: 00:22
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Elsewhere, in the Royal Taj Mahal, Imperial Palace of India since the dawn of Civilization...
"The tension whispers to me through the wind in the trees. Ominous waves crash against our shores. The time is soon at hand, and Nature recognizes it."
Mahatma is wise in the ways of the world. His neighbors, the Chinese, the Japanese, and the Zulus, were growing increasingly restless. Rumors spread increasingly far and increasingly fast, of other civilizations, far across the seas. Some rumors spoke of fear: clashes of mighty titans, a Golden giant spreading it's influence across the land. A Green horde, resting comfortably in it's plentiful lands. And a Red dragon, smoldering, waiting for it's chance to strike.
Mahatma was not concerned; when India was ready for the rest of the world, he was confident it would maintain it's sovereignty. No matter what these Western powers did amongst themselves; the Hindu gods would protect their devotees as they saw fit. Gandhi was ready to welcome these strange foreigners with open arms... in return for a few bananas.
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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001 time: 23:22
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[Roleplay]
MEANWHILE!!...in the Great Palace of Zimbabwe, Shaka Zulu, a big gorilla of a man (as well as a very wise leader) stands around in his psychotic little way, proclaiming that all the world is his, while his followers contemplate the best ways of offing him.
"Mooky!" shouts Shaka to his General-in-Chief, "Nooky samba toiky schnit noob! Gummy katastrene! Chimichaunga!"
Roughly translated into Polynesian, you'd understand these words even less (unless you are Polynesian), but in modern Apolytonian, he said, "Mooky, go draw me my bath! I am emperor of the world! Hahahahaha!"
Despite being totally insane (he had been since his mommy passed away), Shaka did like a good bath. Unfortunately for him, the bath tub had not yet been invented, as poor Mooky informed him.
"Mooky," said Shaka, "I thought you were a deaf mute!"
"Then, sir, why did you ask me to draw your bath?"
"Ummm...never mind." This is further proof of the obvious insanity of Shaka, due in part to the loss of mummy.
"Sir, I regret that no one on this entire continent has the ability to build a bathtub...not even the Chinese!!"
"Well...ummm...what must I do to get a bathtub?"
"Our seers suggest that over the ocean lies a giant...a giant..."
"What? A giant what?" cried Shaka, shaking his long impi spear (and the poor little barbarian impaled upon it).
"A GIANT BANANA!! Hahahahahahahahaha!"
"Control yourself, Mooky! You are breaking into paroxsyms of laughter!!"
"I'm sorry, sir...but it just strikes me as funny that the seers are telling me that the only people who can build bathtubs seem to live...in a giant banana..."
"Stranger things have happened, Mooky...like my brother Dingane...now, he acts like a little..."
"Yes, I know, sir. But apparently this banana is far overseas, and any boat we now send to find it will be crushed by waves..."
"Damn. I'll have to hold off on that bath for a while then...one day, though...I WILL TAKE A BATH!!! Ahahahahahhahahahaha!"
And so, for the first time in the history of the Zulu people, the great chief Shaka learned of the existence of Apolytonia.
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pikesfan
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Meanwhile, back in India:
Gandhi stands on his head and murmurs: The mystic numbers of the universe say that there must be 16 civs of varying sizes, some of which are big and yellow, and some of which are small and blue, and some of which grow and some of which shrink. And then there are 8 further civs, two of whom wear turbans, that exist only in the mind of Vishnu the Creator...
One palace flunky whispers to another: The vegetarian curry went off last night.
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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001 time: 23:22
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Yomiiri Chairman Kaga bites a yellow bell pepper, and declares that the Squirrel Battle between Yoshison and Yokimora is about to begin ("Ah, squirrels, if my memory serves me, an aged sage from Kyushu once instructed me that in order to preserve the simplistic delicacy of the squirrel, you must...")...but deep in his heart, he yearns for another man to enter Kitchen Stadium, to take down the Iron Chef, and to gain the adulation of everyone everywhere!!
Iron Chef Chinese looks a little uneasy as he reads Chairman Kaga's mind, as Bodhidharma told him to do...if foreigners come to Kitchen Stadium, he might well be deposed as Iron Chef!! Secretly, he prays that they may never, ever discover Navigation...
Then Emeril Lagasse comes on...
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