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    I came up with this idea while driving in my car to go get food just now.

    We need to do some propaganda and I was trying to figure out what we can do as a long-term propaganda campaign to keep our lives interesting during the war and perhaps build some sympathy for the team abroad.

    The answer is simple: We're the roleplay team. It was our intention to roleplay every aspect of our history, good and bad, and perhaps even share parts of that roleplay with the public at large.

    A war means death, pain, torment, loss, and grieving. It also can mean pride and bravery even in the face of certain defeat, valour, glory.

    We need to do what we can to evoke those emotions.

    I was thinking about the various ways we can do that. It's unfortunate that the most effective means (music) is closed to us because of the nature of this site. That said, the written word can be rather effective.

    As a group of dedicated roleplayers, I fully expect that we can wipe the floor with GoW in this department if we have the resolve to do so.

    That said, all stories should in some way pertain to in-game events, just roleplayed. So if Glory of War or Neu Demogyptica attack and kill a unit, we can talk about any relatives of ours that were killed with the unit, their widows and other surviving relatives, the eulogies for their funerals, etc. If an enemy attacks a city and the pop falls by one, we can decry the loss of life, pray to god for salvation and forgiveness for our sins, give descriptions of the efforts by the city administration to clear away the dead bodies and prevent disease, etc. If a city is razed, we can talk about refugees and prayers to god, all looking for salvation.

    We should not, however, display too overt a level of bitterness toward the other teams. We can have characters we write about doing so, but WE should not. Characters should instead focus upon the virtues of Spain, that we are sorry to god for whatever sins we have committed, and that we continue to pray fo our salvation from this wretched war.

    As for me, I think I've found my new role on the team. I've been looking for one since I got back. I'm going to do a similar job for this team that I once did for the DIA in the SPDG. If someone wants to give me an official title for that, fine, but I don't need one. I won't be the only one participating anyhow.

    Now... given the above, we NEED everyone to come up with a list of relatives and their locations with various units in the game. That way when any unit falls in battle, various nobles of Spain will be able to eulogize their fallen brethren and speak of the valour and bravery of the unit.

    Cardinals and Pope, we need some work done by the House of Cardinals along the lines of santifying this war a legitimate holy crusade (of a sort) to defend the Catholic faith from assault. No need to go on about the infadel status of the enemy TOO much, just the need to defend Catholicism from extinction. Praise the glory of god and ask for forgiveness of our sins and to be blessed with his righteousness in battle, that type of stuff.

    Togas... I'm sure you can come up with some good ideas for what to do as "King".

    As for me, I've got some idea already and I know where to get my inspiration from (though the places I'm taking material from will need to be heavily altered ).

    It might also be good to write the lyrics to music. Requiems and other latin masses would be appropriate. I've already started thinking about how we could create a composer who was writing exceptionally moving requiems in honor of the fallen soldiers of Spain and the glory of God to bring life even after death, etc, etc, etc.

    The more, the better.

    Please pass any ideas you have in this regard through this thread before posting them publicly, however (unless it's the type of thing we've already said should be posted).

    The goal is that we will be a civilization that people will FEEL for. The fall of every Spanish soldier felt with sadness, the victory of every Spanish unit with pride. Even the defeat of Spanish units with a sort of pride that cannot be achieved in victory: that we are fighting to the last man standing. We will fight with honour and valour to the end... no surrendering to the enemy, no exodes. Our people will fight with every drop of blood they have to show their spirit and their resolve.

    There is respect to be had for such a stance, especially if we're keeping a stiff upper lip in the face of defeat.

    And that, my friends, is my aim.
    Long-time poster on Apolyton and WePlayCiv
    Consul of Apolyton from the 1st Civ3 Inter-Site Democracy Game (ISDG)
    7th President of Apolyton in the 1st Civ3 Democracy Game

  • #2
    Nice.

    We can get WhiteBandit to write a song and put music to is and sing it and then post it in the forum.

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    • #3
      Amen.

      As King, I would be somewhat removed from harm's way, although I have already committed myself to the Eastern/Toledo front and will remain there with Dejon until we are forced to retreat or relocate.

      My family will remain in Pamplona --

      Queen Penelope stays to watch over the children. She will be marginally involved at best, but may lead some sort of women's crusade and tend to the refugees if we have them.

      Rodrigo Togas (24) -- Has spent several years in the Monestary and has avoided the politics and business of running the Kingdom. He is interested in education and writing, one of the few educated people in all of Spain. He secretly hates this war but blames no one but our neighbors for this nightmare.

      Anabella (23) stays with her mother, the queen, and keeps her sadness to herself. She has fallen in love with the son of a great Spanish noble (any volunteers?) who is going off to war. She fears that she may never see him again.

      Marisa (19) is currently not speaking to me as I nearly sent her to China for an arranged marriage

      Alberto (11). He thinks this war is a grand idea. He runs about the palace with a wooden sword "smiteing" Ruffians and Moors. He thinks his daddy is a hero and is off saving all of Spain.

      --Togas
      Greatest Moments in ISDG chat:"(12/02/2003) <notyoueither> the moon is blue. hell is cold. quote me, but i agree with ET. "
      Member of the Mercenary Team in the Civ 4 Team Democracy Game.
      Former Consul for the Apolyton C3C Intersite Tournament Team.
      Heir to the lost throne of Spain of the Roleplay Team in the PTW Democracy Multiplayer Team Game.

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      • #4
        Who's the Pope? Was there an election? Why was I not called from Castile?

        Cardinal Calamari
        --

        [ooc]

        Not a bad idea. However, I think we should also impress upon the minds of our foreign friends that China is breaking an MPP, that should be made perfectly clear. Even the Chinese don't know it.

        As for characters...

        Don Iago de History Guy Calamari, Lord Toledo, the head of the family and chief squid merchant. Commander of the forces from Toledo. He is preparing defenses on the mountain now. He fears that we shall lose, but he wants to die fighting.

        Captain Headwig Calamari, the next in line, the nephew of Don Iago by the third son of Fernand I (the three are Iago, Cardinal Fernand II, and Alfonse, who is dead). He is in command of all the troops in Toledo.

        Lady Toledo, the aging wife of Iago. She stays in Toledo, but remains locked in her chapel praying for her husband's safety.

        Alfonse Calamari, eldest son of Lord Toledo. In control of the squid business. Not in the military.

        Hernan Calamari III, second son of Lord Toledo, military aide to His Lordship.

        Father Colomba Calamari, military chaplain, second son of the late Alfonse.
        Empire growing,
        Pleasures flowing,
        Fortune smiles and so should you.

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        • #5
          History, my good man, I believe Aidun appointed YOU as the new Pope of the Church.

          Unless the Cardinals disagree, you should serve as our Pope.

          --Togas
          Greatest Moments in ISDG chat:"(12/02/2003) <notyoueither> the moon is blue. hell is cold. quote me, but i agree with ET. "
          Member of the Mercenary Team in the Civ 4 Team Democracy Game.
          Former Consul for the Apolyton C3C Intersite Tournament Team.
          Heir to the lost throne of Spain of the Roleplay Team in the PTW Democracy Multiplayer Team Game.

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          • #6
            In this case, I thank Pope Aidun, Your Majesty, and most importantly, the Lord God Almighty, who has allowed this insignificant person to assume this important role.

            I only hope that, through the Providence of God Almighty, that I may prove equal to this task.

            Cardinal Calamari
            Empire growing,
            Pleasures flowing,
            Fortune smiles and so should you.

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            • #7
              As i said in the other thread:

              Stufpos Ingasmeat Mitchell and Sewfa Kengretardo Mitchell shall remain in Sevilla, Stufpos being its emergency governor and Sewfa joining the military forces there keeping it safe. I imagine I could cough up some **** about supply shortages if I had to.

              Spamish Mitchell, even though he is well over 3000 years old, is going to defend Spain until his death, in a unit at the front line. I'd prefer him to go down thrusting his sword into the stomach of the Chinese Emperor, but failing this, something mournful and reflective that will cause all Blockheads, Stormians, and even a few Chinese and Arabs to shed a tear.

              We could also ship a regiment of former serfs to the line and create a heartwarming story about how they valiantly defended their homeland, rags-to-riches-to-brave death style.
              meet the new boss, same as the old boss

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              • #8
                I'm probably breaking every rule at Apolyton. But BEHOLD, our WAR SONG!

                It is kinda weak I know, and my singing is ass, hehe.

                Regardless. Save this file as an MP3 File. It is NOT a Text FILE. It is an MP3

                http://apolyton.net/upload/files/Whi...-RPWarSong.txt

                LYRICS:

                We were trecherously attacked,
                and brutally stabbed in the back,
                by the ones we thought
                we could call our friends.

                But that's okay...

                We'll turn those Riders back! (x3)
                Glory of War Be Damned!

                ND's Ansars are pretty lame,
                It's sad the war team has them gamed!
                And they better
                watch their back

                But that's okay, because together...

                We'll turn those Rider back! (x3)
                Glory of War Be Damned.
                Last edited by WhiteBandit; July 16, 2003, 23:13.
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                • #9
                  This is VERY long, but try to finish through and comment on it. I'm trying to be factual and make some emotional impact here; however, most of the emotion will come toward the end I presume as we write down the history of war.

                  The Memoirs of Spamish Mitchell
                  Businessman, Farmer, Noble of Spain

                  Introduction
                  It's been some ride, yes it has. Now, on the eve of war, with who I am not so sure of, I decide I must write my memoirs and put in stone (paper) what is my story. My memory has bits of forgetfulness (being the world's oldest person is not exactly a good thing for your mind) and there are probably some parts where I embellish, but you cannot blame me for glorifying if at all possible any story so intertwined with the history of the Great Nation, Spain.

                  I do not wish for people to awe at me once I have left this earthly world, for I am only a mere mortal; we should revere the God that made it all possible for us. His existence in the minds of the world is in danger, because it is only in the mind where religion exists when it comes down to the end. It is not so much as whether He did create the world--there are many foreigners who beleive otherwise--so much as you believe in an upper being to give you support and a reason to live. The knowledge that there is a better life in the end for those who give their lives to the Glory of God is the driving force behind good in all of the world. All horrors that plague us can be traced to a lack of faith.

                  Oh, wait, you want to read about me instead of God, don't you? Well, go right ahead and do so. Just remember what I have told you about Him, because it is good for your soul if you live in His vision. (I'm talking to you, unwashed foreign heathens. )

                  I don't really have much more to say in an "Introduction" and should get on with the story...grab some fried Squid and sit back and relax, it's going to be a good read.

                  (And oh yeah, one last thing--support the legacy of the Spanish delicacy of Squid! Learn to make some. Cook it up for your families today. If this is the last thing that Spain contributes to the world, all will be well. They say pure happiness can be found in the soft, moist center of a Squid.)

                  Part I - My Origins
                  Surprisingly enough, I am not a native of Spain. I have written in the old Spanish scrolls and I remember deeply still that I did not come from Spain. I was born in a far-off land...it is not known of to this world, or has been absorbed by a larger civilisation as a tribe, but I can only say that I feel very emotional when I see pictures of the areas far north of Madrid. I do not know why, but my heart wells up with pride and I cannot speak, for I am torn between a mourn for losing my homeland and a knowledge that that's my homeland.

                  It was a gleeful place. I had picked a wife (back then the women were much less whiny) and birthed many a child. They were all brave, feirce hunters...got it from their pop I guess. The elders would take them along on hunting expeditions, and occasionally one of them would land a rock-spear straight in a gigantic deer's heart. It was good times.

                  Then, one night...well...way back when, an interesting young chap came around wanting to interview me. He published the interview along with a bit of a history, and though I don't believe it has yet to go outside of Spain, I'm sure Togas wouldn't mind me copying it here.

                  Spamish Mitchell was born in a faraway land about 4050 B.C. He led a nomadic life, alone except for a few wives and children. One night he was lifted out of his sleeping blanket and saw a bright light. His memory of the event is clouded, he says.

                  "A short, fat thing or something...maybe it was a god or a spirit or something...I dunno...led me to a bed where they gently put me in it and strapped me down. They stuck all sorts of sharp pointy things in me and looked at these windows nearby that had changing pictures on them. They mumbled amongst themselves and decided to stick another pointy thing in me. Then they lowered me back out of their craft and, gently as they tried to do it, I landed in your campfire. I remember that. It hurt like [expletives deleted]."
                  It was a terrifying thing. On the bed, I had all my senses, but I couldn't seem to move. Even my finger...I felt it too real as they continued to stab me and cut me. I've been scarred ever since, although I try not to let it show.

                  Then, they didn't even bother to drop me back to my old tribe...they just dumped me out onto your campfire, as I remember. That burn took weeks to heal, and my ass still doesn't have any feel in it. (Makes using the chamberpot somewhat easier though.)

                  I think my new tribe (the founders of Spain) believed me to be some kind of drop from their pagan spirits, so they let me off the hook for ruining their fire and gave me time to heal. Then, once I was fully recovered, I realised I was never going back. All seventeen children...All six wives...the whole tribe...it was behind me. I was never going to see it again. I've recovered since then, but it's like the unearthly operation on me...I never let myself forget it.

                  PART II - The Squid Wars
                  This was probably one of my most active times. It was a hell of a ride.

                  After adapting to Spanish society, I discovered a delicacy that a Señor Hernan Calamari was selling out of a stall on the road. Squid. It was heavenly, and could be cooked up any way one wanted...I knew what I wanted to do in Spain.

                  I immediately commisioned my slave, Thug, to build a fishing boat. Then, the next day, we were to sail the coasts hunting for Squid.

                  Our first day had unbelievable results. The Squid continually practically jumped up on the deck, and in fact at one point we had so many aboard that the ship was slowly sinking...we had to ditch our emergency supplies to make it home. (Rather ironic, don't you think?)

                  Once we got in Madrid, we noticed that Señor Hernan Calamari was running a fine business selling his Squid at ridiculously high prices, and sought to end this monopoly on food. We unloaded our entire catch of Squid on the market for less than half of what Calamari was asking, and made enough profit to buy a professionally made Squid ship.

                  Of course, Señor Calamari could not see his business collapse, so he, too, cut prices and did a number of things. He became the sole advertiser in the Stone of Spain, he started a campaign about how much better quality the El Squid were than my own Spam Brand Squid, and he started catching more Squid. A price war that was of great benefit to the people of Spain erupted, and the Mitchell-Calamari rivalry hit its peak.

                  The El Squid company, Hernan's, was formalised and became sole supplier to the Tavern. However, Spam Brand Squid Company delivered decent Squid to the hardworking middle and lower classes of Spain for MUCH less than El Squid ever did.

                  At this point, Señor Calamari was getting nervous at his growing competition. He started to profusely offer to buy Spam Brand out, even though a hundred times over, I refused. No!

                  Around this time, unbelievable news came about. Señor Calamari reported that Spam Brand Squid rationed to the civil workers of Spain had given 3 food poisoning. I immediately did the honest thing--close down Squid production and distribution. I recommended to Señor Oliverius, leader of the workers of Spain at that time, to turn to Calamari for food.

                  However, once I determined the problem and fixed it, Hernan was outraged. In a fit of blind terror and rage he threw my best slave, Thug, down a waterfall not far outside Madrid. This started the first trial in Madrid. It happened to go in civil court, because at the time, slaves were property.

                  I contended that Señor Calamari was conspiring to use immoral and illegal actions to gain control over the Squid market, and that he had murdered Thug. The trial had several witnesses. However, Calamari couldn't seem to cover up the truth...his story kept changing, and with as much weight as it carried, the ruling was in my favor. Out of the trial, however, came the unfortunate ruling that no matter how educated and intelligent a slave was on the inside, a slave was a slave and just mere property, like a meal of Squid or a table would be.

                  Then, in a breaking news update, we discovered that Calamari had been dumping his wastes in our Squid fishing area, which had poisoned the Squid and subsequently poisoned the workers...I don't think I pressed charges on that one too but his reputation hit on his own was bad enough.

                  As punishment for his crimes, Togas issued a novel command on creating a 7-day "Waterfall Festival" where Hernan was thrown down the waterfall each night for 7 days. This is where the world gets its 7 day calendar from. He survived every time and was exiled from Spain.

                  However, since then I and the Calamari clan have made up. There is the occasional jab here and there, but it is now all in good humour. In the end, we all agree that Spam Brand's Squid really is kinda funny tasting but it doesn't matter so much. Hernan could have won the Squid Wars without a blemish to his name if he wasn't so nervous of my friendly competition...oh well. There are no longer any hard feelings.

                  PART III - Post Squid Era

                  After that, yes, Spain became a monarchy and King Togas led us in defeating the Republican countercounterwhateverrevolutionaries and the Despotists who wanted to remain in worship of false idols. And I retreated to my home again, becoming older (and wiser! ).

                  I led an aging business in a shrinking Squid market, and as Spain grew tired of Squid, it became useful for military purposes--Warsquids that could strangle an enemy, feeding the troops, etc.

                  I had lots of good times with my sons, Stufpos Ingasmeat Mitchell and Sewfa Kengretardo Mitchell.

                  I continued to age, and have become an anomaly of the order of the world, I should by all means and purposes be 100% dead, but I go on just fine after three thousand years. In fact, Stufpos and Sewfa seem to be getting old themselves...it seems my family has a knack at being last on God's hit list.

                  King Togas gave me the Dukedom of Sevilla, a remote city with plenty of luxuries for all of Spain to enjoy. I enjoy being governor...I'm far enough away to not be constantly hounded by my uppers, but it is still a beautiful place.

                  We changed to a more free Republican-type form of government, where we do have a house where the nobles can vote (eek!) but the Church remains all-powerful.

                  There's not really been too much. A nice settling down to the rest of my life. Seems good enough.

                  But I do not encourage my old age. It has become sad, in a way, to see my society change barely beyond my grasp, to see my friends die time and time again...it is almost enough to make it not worth living, were it not for my faith in our Creator to show the way.

                  PART IV - War

                  Now, Spain comes to war. I must prepare myself, and hope that these are enough words to record my meager impact on the history of the Great Nation of Spain. If the Northerners had faith in a diety as we do, they would have more inclination to build and less to destroy...alas. I will attempt to complete these writings up to my last days, but if it cannot be so, I request that Stufpos and/or Sewfa or one of the great nobles of this great nation release this autobiography as it is...the world needs to know as much of Spanish history as possible, for it is most certainly the greatest story since the story of our Creator and our Saviour.

                  Spamish
                  Hunter, Farmer, Squid Merchant, Noble, Duke, Lord, Citizen of Spain, Subject of the King, Worshipper of God Almighty

                  (the end, until further notice...please post all you want about it. will release it with the finished up to the end as soon as he's dead, or, if he's not dead, then just put it on hold or something.)
                  meet the new boss, same as the old boss

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                  • #10
                    bump

                    (It's easier to get the story parts from a thread on the first page than one on the last )
                    meet the new boss, same as the old boss

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