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Jul 2000
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"Dumb Mountain no move. Move Mountain Move."
Warrior BetaHound laid into the mountain's side with all his strength, straining to push the immovable barrier further back. "Big Mountain no good for city. Good for defense, but no good for troop movement, settler movement, city placement. Move mountain." Warrior BetaHound strained harder.
After a few minutes of sustained action, he ceased pushing and began to curse, drawing his club. "Die dumb Mountain." He hit the mountain with his club, smashing into its dirt. The mountain rumbled.
"I beat mountain into molehill!" He screamed, and smashed the mountain again.
... Meanwhile, at the capital
"What do you think our warrior is doing?" Togas, foreign minister of Apolyton gazed into the distance, a strange expression on his face.
"I'm not sure." Regally robed Consul Ninot squinted through his monocle. "It appears he is striking that mountain with his club."
"That's what I thought." Togas nodded.
The two stared at the spectacle strangely.
"Should I fetch Trip?" Ninot asked, removing his monocle to polish it.
"Yes, I think so." Togas nodded, eyes rivetted to the distant warrior.
Ninot swirled and left the chamber.
*
"What? I can't have that damnabbit!"
"I am sorry, but it is true." Ninot flourished his greetings.
War Minister Trip scowled. "Why that damnable idiot! Get me a rider- the best!"
"When do you wish this rider to arrive? In two days with a live horse, or one day with a dead horse?"
"A horse! What do we know of horses! Has some fool scientist discovered horseback riding yet!"
"No, but I truly thought it might be easier- nay, faster if-"
"We don't have time to invent horsebackriding- just send our fastest trooper- and get him out there now- we can't have Betahound wasting his time under the damnable mountains-"
"Yes Minister, I will relay that information." Ninot flourished his exit, red and purple robes flowing as he left Trip's office.
Trip went back to considering the troop movement board.
"Lessee. I move this piece here." He picked up the second warrior and moved him toward the south, near the river. "And we'll conquer the jungle. Yeah, travel'll be faster by river- hopefully no charlies'll be present down at the head. But if there are, I bet that bigfree1 can deal with them appropriately." Trip spat on the wood floor. "Slingshots, clubs, the best equipment that money can buy. He'll whup tha motha*******."
Back to Betahound
"I move nor-west?"
"Y-Y-Yessssss." Sighed the runner.
"Nor-west move I?"
"Y-Y-Yesssss." Sighed the runner, still catching his breath.
BetaHound picked up his club, smacking it against his open palm. "I not able to move mountain."
"N-Nooooooo...." The runner replied.
"This better be good." BetaHound growled and sheathed his club, heading in a north-westerly direction."
The runner collapsed with exhaustion.
Production
"Production Production Production. We must emphasise production." Markos, Emperor of the second Mightiest Empire on Earth tapped his hand on the table.
"Yes, I certainly agree." Dominae, Minister of Internal Affairs declared, nodding his head.
"I agree." Consul Vondrack said succintly.
"If 'et be a goot idea- I'll follow it." Consul notyoueither nodded his approval. "And 'et will be a good idea, or I'll depose ye sometime in tha future, 'eh?" He smiled wickedly.
"Yes, I understand that quite well." Markos regarded notyoueither with a somewhat
disturbed sideways glance. Notyoueither laughed.
"I too would be glad to voice my agreement on this matter." Consul Ninot declared.
"We are agreed then?" Markos asked.
All present nodded.
"Then onto the next order of business... What should we produce next?"
"A warrior! We must be prepared for war!" Trip declared in his strong, military, ringing voice.
"I concur, times of uncertainty demand desperate measures." Ninot spread his hands in agreement.
"We must be prepared for predatory nations." Consul vondrack glared around the table. "And we must be prepared to prevent coup'd'etats. His eye lingered on notyoueither's boisterous frame.
"Oh, I wouldn't be a'ferd." Notyoueither laughed. "I pose no threat to ye. Just some kind joking, it all be."
"I third the motion- any against." Markos quickly broke in, eager to interrupt the disagreement among his consuls.
"Very well then, the motion passes." Markos announced, hearing no voices of dissent.
FILES/POSTS OF NOTE
http://apolyton.net/upload/files/vo...0out_Map800.gif (NATION MAP)
http://apolyton.net/forums/showthre...593#post1780593 (VONDRACKS POST)
http://apolyton.net/forums/showthre...159#post1779159 (BEST CITIES)
http://apolyton.net/upload/files/vo...0out_Scores.gif (BEST CITIES)
http://apolyton.net/forums/showthre...&threadid=79056 (TURN 10 THREAD)
http://apolyton.net/forums/showthre...733#post1779733 (UNIT ORDERS)
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