The Altera Centauri collection has been brought up to date by Darsnan. It comprises every decent scenario he's been able to find anywhere on the web, going back over 20 years.
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Call To Power 2 Cradle 3+ mod in progress: https://apolyton.net/forum/other-games/call-to-power-2/ctp2-creation/9437883-making-cradle-3-fully-compatible-with-the-apolyton-edition
their proud literature and wonders forgotten, the Greek empire degenerated into anarchy. News came from the frontier: France had signed an alliance with America. Fighting a war on three sides - against the French, the Americans and from within - all seemed lost.
I hate anarchy so, so much. Anarchy and hippies....
How is this short story of heroism that finally enabled me to lose a tank to a spearman in a 3 size city.
As Manchester stood defiant with its two lonely spearman regiment, defending the last english city on the Northern island, the eight tank regiment of the Persion army disembarked from transports onto the border of the lone city.
"Let us fight like the English football team!" screamed Owen, the vetern spearman.
"Yeah sure, whatever," retorted the regular spearman with the name of Seaman.
"We only have spears you moron!!!", yelled Seaman.
"Who cares, lets just give it all," Owen exclaimed as he charged the first Persian tank as it began to open fire.
Owen dodged and weaved as he approached the speeding metal giant.
Blast after blast missed Owen as he side stepped and kept his feet and weaved through the destruction. Waiting his for his chance Owen saw that the first tank had made a terribly error and hit a ditch in the ground which bogged the tank momentary. That was all the time he needed.
Using his skill and prowess he leapt on the tank with a flying kick and proceeded to the hatch with his trusty spear. None of the other tanks could catch him as he flipped open the hatch and ramned and thrusted his spear through the shocked tank crew. As Owen celebrated his victory and with Seaman who was back at the city walls the tank somehow, by itself, exploded!!!
Obviously the brave Owen would not survive long in his celebration as the Persian second tank, nicknamed Rivaldi, was accurate in its shot leaving only Owen's famous shoes behind.
The Rivaldi tank, after celebrating the victory soon stopped and "pretended" to be damaged as it couldn't continue. That left the third tank named RONALDINHO, which caught the unfocused Seaman unawares and the only remaining reminant left of Seaman was his long ponytail of hair.
The remaining Persian tank divisions rolled into Manchester capturing the Englishs' last remaining hope.
The Persian high council however were still pondering how a man with a spear could make a metal tank exploded!!!!
The end
Couldn't help the football references as everyone here is following the world cup like mad. But the spearman destroying tank was true, and so was the number of tanks and English city with its 2 spearman.
Upon the mountain, locked safely in a fortress, lived the Phalanx. The Phalanx, first trained in 3000 BC, remained to guard the fortress at a choke point for several thousand years. Generation after generation of Phalanxese were born and replenished the ranks. These Phalanx members became adept at weilding the spear and shield. Soon their skills would be put to the test.
The SS Death, pride of the Persian battleship fleet, was sailing off to crush the insignificant Phalanx people. The great sixteen inch guns aimed at the fortress and fired a magnificent volley that pushed the battleship a few inches back.
The Phalanx jumped into action. Using their super-secret skills, they quickly plotted the course and velocity of each shell fired from the battleship's guns. Then, carefully aligning their shields, they deflected the shells and made them shoot skyward instead of obliterating the fortress.
The battleship's captian was wonderstruck. He ordered that the ship close in on the shore and fire directly into the fortress' supports. He did not know, however, that his ship's life could be measured in seconds from then on.
The lead Phalanx member lept into action as the battleship closed in. He threw his spear at...a crab on the beach. The crab ran towards the water, disturbing a small piece of rock sticking out of the sand. The tap on the rock resonated perfectly with the sand, causing it to rush forth and envelop the battleship.
He threw another spear.
This spear was aimed...precisely two inches away from the stern of the battleship. It disappeared underwater and was swollowed by a great whale. The whale was killed by the spear and fell towards a large rock dome. Underneath the dome was a vast store of oil under extreme pressure. The whale's titanic body broke the rock barrier, sending a plume of oil skyward. The oil engulfed the battleship's deck.
The rest of the Phalanx threw all of their spears directly at the battleship and took cover.
The metal tips of the spears hit the metal deck of the battleship just right, causing several sparks which ignited the oil. The ship burnt and then exploded. The Phalanx was victorious and their people were saved.
THE END
"I agree with everything i've heard you recently say-I hereby applaud Christantine The Great's rapid succession of good calls."-isaac brock
"This has to be one of the most impressive accomplishments in the history of Apolyton, well done Chris"-monkspider (Refering to my Megamix summary)
"You are redoing history by replaying the civs that made history."-Me
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