Land of the Brave: The Celt's tale

[SKILORD]

Now the 2 stories are even on chapter #'s

[ChrisiusMaximus]

EDIT Im just glad Squark's allright, phew what a relief.

[vovan]

Very nice. I thought Turkey would get arrested for preaching in subways, but speeding violation is also fine, I guess

Keep 'em coming

[SKILORD]

It occurs to me that i took most of what is referred to as Oceana in the book 1984.

how appropos for the civilized to Barbarian game.

[steamthunk]

Hmmm, let me guess, you're not of the peaceful builder school of civ playing? I like the defeated Xerces chapter the best. He's always attacking me in the game.

[vovan]

Heh, I like that chapter, too. Though Xerxes very rarely attacks me in my games, as I usually play as the Persians

[SKILORD]

Originally posted by steamthunk
Hmmm, let me guess, you're not of the peaceful builder school of civ playing? I like the defeated Xerces chapter the best. He's always attacking me in the game.

I am actually. I fought here so i could write about it. I fought in the Frostbite game because i had no choice whatsoever, i was limited to 4 cities until i wiped out some Russian and English border towns and grabbed London. Sadly that got the AI all excited and it kept fighting.

I also almost never use nukes .

[vovan]

Originally posted by SKILORD
I also almost never use nukes

I don't usually use nukes, either. In fact, I think I only used them once, though I remember that game as if I played it yesterday:

In this one game, I was playing as the Persians, and I did some fighting in the early and middle stages of the game, but by the Industrial age I switched to Democracy, and stopped fighting. I had the largest nation in the world by then, though the Babylonians had a comparable chunk of land. I figured I'd go for the space victory, since the scientific progress was pretty good, and a lot of my cities were located in very productive spots. Now, the Babylonians were the only nation that could compete with me in that race. They were one or two blocks behind all the time, though. So, when I had built eight of them, and started researching the technology required for the last two, the Babylonians attacked, as they probably realized that they wouldn't be able to stop me otherwise. They took a couple of my cities, then I took them back, and the war pretty much grinded to a halt: they were bombing my border cities, I was bombing theirs; our forces met at the border every once in a while, and the action switched between me actually sending my troops against their cities, and them sending their troops towards mine. Needless to say, even though I wasn't loosing anything in terms of land and forces, my people didn't like the war too much, and were generally giving me a hard time. At the same, time I tried everything to stop the war, as it was totally useless for me, but the Babylonians wouldn’t even answer my requests for audience. I could have switched to communism, but I didn't want to loose all the production capabilities for so many turns, since Persians are not religious. So, I just produced a bunch of ICBM's and bombed Babylon itself. After which action, Hammurabbi crawled to me on his knees pleading for peace. He got it, and I won soon thereafter.

PS: Sorry for putting this little story into your thread, SKILORD

[SKILORD]

Chapter 6: Chains

I'll forgive you vova.

The Chains were heavy on his neck. He was dragged before the television.
"The day of the Civilized man is past. The warrior has come to rule.." The gaurds turned it off.
"Do you know why you are here?"
"Probably for trying to escape from lesser prisons."
"Lucky guess. It has been said that anticipation can be painful. You are here to be shown what has become of your people, what will become of you." The gaurd was solemn.
The television was turned on again, the president's speech on the threat of China continued though a tape was placed in the rusty VCR. The VCR came on. A man in chains was being whipped. Gas chambers were built and used. A mysterious word was repeated. Genocide.
Mass graves were built by those who would inhabit them. Tears graced Turkey's cheek, no selfish thought of foreboding in his head. The Television was turned off.
He was dragged to a huge complex of buildings. directed to a bed. The emaciated figure beside him said, almost wispered.
"Green Rivers died yesterday. You replace him. Are you as wise as he?"
Squarking Turkey was perplexed, and gave the man an odd look.
"He refused to help me. Would you like to escape?"
Looking around the room Turkey remembered that escape had landed him this deep so far. What would become of them if they were caught.
"Yes."

sorry if it's a little dark, i'm in a bad mood.

[vovan]

Well, it is a little gloomy, but I like it. I'm thinking our new hero will escape and revenge his countrymen, eventually becoming their leader.

[SKILORD]

You must be psychic. It's true.

There must be such gloom to make the glory of triumph glittler more.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

SKILORD Dont forgive anyone, never weaken to those namby pamby leftist liberal ideals!. No instead NUKE THEM ALL yes NUKE THE BASTARDS Muh ha ha ha!!

My god I dont know whats come over me!

[vovan]

You are starting to scare me, Chrisius

[SKILORD]

PAH Shooba Shooba

[SKILORD]

Chapter 7: Breaking away

The Gaurds slept peacefully, unaware. Squarking Turkey dragged his slender frame through the yard, his new companion, Floating Porpoise close behind. Barbed wire fences sliced their backs, chemicals on the ground burned their stomachs as they discovered why shoes were taken from the inmates. The Chemicals had been spread for about a mile of treacherous ground, rocks strewn as well. Superhuman effort was exerted not to shout out in pain, it was excrutiating but they conqured. Sirens rang out as they passed the first layer of forests. High atop a tree, hidden amongst foilage the freinds watched as helicoters reigned death down on the trees. Floating Porpise was hit in the arm with a bullet, the blood let from that as it dribled down the tree was noticed and a second round of shots left Porpoise a corpse of the ground. Turkey wept to see his freind lifeless on the ground, but continued his trek to freedom alone.

-

The cities of Northern asia were in Celtic control. Forces the likes of which the chinese had thought legendary had taken them and prepared to move south, across the fertile lands. Airports stood, hurriedly built, on the Northern ports and airlifted reinforcements hoped to help the job become finished.

Mao sat in his palace, waiting for the Celts to sweep, unstoppable to the south. Reports began to come rushing in from the emergency fax set up in his office.
"What's that?" he asked his minister in the room.
The man picked up the sheets and his face paled as he read his own eulogy.
"ICBM's are raining"
The blast shook the palace though it had been built to stand against it. A second hit left the palace in ruins, Mao's wealth littering the streets.