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Lightning Strikes!
Here we go. We forgot to decide on one thing, though. Our starting civilization. I hope you all don't mind but I exercised the author's perogative, so to speak, and chose the Sioux. I mainly did that because I hate to play against the Mongol.
Anyway:
1. kcbob (kcbob49@hotmail.com & robert.a.sorter@dfas.mil)
2. John-SJ (jdulleck@pacbell.net)
3. Roman (lajciak@hotmail.com)
4. thoth (dv685@ncf.ca)
5. Julius (julius.brenzaida@infomaniak.ch)
6. Scouse Gits (git1@scousers.net; git2@scousers.net)
7. Ribannah (broeder@bart.nl)
8. DaveV (dave_v9@yahoo.com)
Summary is as follows:
In the beginning, there were two nomads, cast upon a strange land. In a vision, one of them saw three great cities. A great emerald city named Zimbabwe, a deep sapphire blue city named Berlin, and a city as orange as the fiery sunset called Athens.
Upon receiving the vision, the two nomads, Ben and Jerry, decided to found their own cities so as better to protect their loved ones, market their goods, and flourish as one nation. To that end, Little Bighorn was begun. The people were joyous as the site Ben had chosen for there were great fishes called Jonah Swallowers off the coast.
In due time after 50 winters, it was agreed to have a meeting of the people. At the first city council meeting, it was decided to learn how to read and write, for cuneiform reading is a lost art these days. At the same time, Jerry announced that he, too, would found a city. Being slow of foot, it took him another 50 winters to get organized but eventually, Wounded Knee was founded to the west of Little Bighorn.
Some people were fearful as to the close proximity with which Wounded Knee was located but Jerry calmed the people with another vision. Using letters from the partially completed Alphabet research, he began chanting, “I…C…S, I…C…S”. Had only he been given the vision after the Alphabet had been completely researched, who knows what other letters he might have been given in vision?
100 winters later, upon successful completion of the Alphabet, Ben and Jerry both passed away. It was decided to learn the tradition of Ceremonial Burial so as to honor these two noble nomads from the north. Granted, the cities they had founded were in the south but then, no one as yet knew how to read a compass.
As if to carry on in spirit, a warrior was born in Little Bighorn. Where the winds might carry him is not know at this time. And to assist him, it was decided to train another nomad, a settler if you will. In the meantime, a watchful eye was again cast to the visions and behold, a city as bright as the full moon, Moscow, was perceived.
The future is bright, the world is ours if only we’ll take it. Onward and upward. (There’s that compass thing again)
Go get 'em John-SJ.
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Frodo lives!
Anyway:
1. kcbob (kcbob49@hotmail.com & robert.a.sorter@dfas.mil)
2. John-SJ (jdulleck@pacbell.net)
3. Roman (lajciak@hotmail.com)
4. thoth (dv685@ncf.ca)
5. Julius (julius.brenzaida@infomaniak.ch)
6. Scouse Gits (git1@scousers.net; git2@scousers.net)
7. Ribannah (broeder@bart.nl)
8. DaveV (dave_v9@yahoo.com)
Summary is as follows:
In the beginning, there were two nomads, cast upon a strange land. In a vision, one of them saw three great cities. A great emerald city named Zimbabwe, a deep sapphire blue city named Berlin, and a city as orange as the fiery sunset called Athens.
Upon receiving the vision, the two nomads, Ben and Jerry, decided to found their own cities so as better to protect their loved ones, market their goods, and flourish as one nation. To that end, Little Bighorn was begun. The people were joyous as the site Ben had chosen for there were great fishes called Jonah Swallowers off the coast.
In due time after 50 winters, it was agreed to have a meeting of the people. At the first city council meeting, it was decided to learn how to read and write, for cuneiform reading is a lost art these days. At the same time, Jerry announced that he, too, would found a city. Being slow of foot, it took him another 50 winters to get organized but eventually, Wounded Knee was founded to the west of Little Bighorn.
Some people were fearful as to the close proximity with which Wounded Knee was located but Jerry calmed the people with another vision. Using letters from the partially completed Alphabet research, he began chanting, “I…C…S, I…C…S”. Had only he been given the vision after the Alphabet had been completely researched, who knows what other letters he might have been given in vision?
100 winters later, upon successful completion of the Alphabet, Ben and Jerry both passed away. It was decided to learn the tradition of Ceremonial Burial so as to honor these two noble nomads from the north. Granted, the cities they had founded were in the south but then, no one as yet knew how to read a compass.
As if to carry on in spirit, a warrior was born in Little Bighorn. Where the winds might carry him is not know at this time. And to assist him, it was decided to train another nomad, a settler if you will. In the meantime, a watchful eye was again cast to the visions and behold, a city as bright as the full moon, Moscow, was perceived.
The future is bright, the world is ours if only we’ll take it. Onward and upward. (There’s that compass thing again)
Go get 'em John-SJ.
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Frodo lives!
Way to go guys! Up and at 'em, Thoth!
Could you please resend? Thanks.
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