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    Scandal Rocks the UN

    Or rather it might...if we could talk about it.

    snoopy enterred the empty hall, built in preparation for a time when nations could air their grievances against each other, and settle raging debates like civilized parties. And asked for a reprieve, a team vote to allow public discussion even without requiring in game contact.

    The dust swirled as he apparantly spoke to the walls alone...

    3 Teams have answered, and Team Merc sits aside awaiting to see if there is profit to be made. No word has been heard from teams Horde, Gathering Storm, or Sarantium. And it is feared they may have succumbed to barbarians.

    With the issue deadlocked, one could wonder how a paper could be published prior to such an agreement.

    "The greater conundrum is at this point in the game, does anyone have the technology to READ it?" responded UnOrthOdOx.

    - UnOrthOdOx

    A Demogame Yule

    Merry Yule we wish the players
    of this Civ 4 Demo Game
    From the team who seeks
    For fortune more than fame

    As the days grow darker
    The winter, cold sets in
    We hope your days are happy
    as you compete to win

    To Vox, the Voice, we wish
    To you a microphone;
    That this voice may be heard,
    And you not feel alone.

    And out there is a team
    That calls themselves the Horde.
    We wish for them some wassail
    Into their glass be poured.

    And where the Storm does Gather
    The discussion surely intense
    We wish for them, this time
    A start that's more immense

    To Alpha Centauri we pray
    For them a laser, perhaps a few;
    Just make sure they recall
    It's an attack strength of only two.

    And for the Team Banana
    In that holy yellow peel;
    We truly wish that they
    Not become someone's meal.

    And finally Sarantium
    I wish I could get a sense,
    But I'm afraid of their name
    I just don't catch the reference.

    To snoopy and his "sausages"
    He does profess to eat
    We wish him a nice quiche
    For a real and "manly" treat.

    And so this Yuletide evening
    As I sit down to write;
    Merry Christmas to all,
    And to all a good night.

    -UnOrthOdOx


    Iron CHEF!!!

    This weeks theme: Manly dishes.


    Contestant snoopy:
    Snoopy's Modelicious Recipes - cooking for the busy gamer

    Quiche:

    Base:
    1 box of egg beaters/egg whites, or 8 eggs, beaten.
    1/2 cup sour cream (4 oz, or 110g)
    1/2 cup milk or light cream (4 oz, or 110g)
    4 oz cream cheese, or other 'soft' cheese (for texture), diced (110g)
    1 cup hard cheese (cheddar, colby jack, etc.), shredded (not sure the grams, probably about 250g)

    Fillings: Quantities can vary to your taste, but don't use more than 1 1/2 cups in total.
    * Sausage and Apple (diced, both)- makes a great combination.
    * Basil, Sun-dried Tomatoes (1/2 cup) diced, garlic
    * Lemon oil (1-2 tsp), oregano, thyme, one large or two small tomatoes, diced
    * Salmon (poached is best, that's cooked in simmering water or broth), diced, along with some combination of green spices such as oregano, tarragon, etc.
    * Spinach, whole leaf or chopped, cooked in water and vinegar first
    * Most meats can work, cooked ahead of time, but oily fried meats don't work very well (except sausage, for some reason). Boiled or poached works best.

    Combine the 'basic' ingredients except for the hard cheese with a spoon or a mixer, beat them until well combined. Add the filling, mix just until combined. Pour into either an 8x8 square pan (silicon is easiest to clean, or glass, or nonstick metal) or a 9" pie pan. Add the shredded hard cheese on top.

    Put into a 325ºF (for you euros that's about 150ºC or so) oven for about 40 minutes, depending on the amount of filling and on the pan used (Some pans cook more warm).

    This can also be made in a pie crust if you want, just buy a premade pie crust, if it's raw then bake it according to directions (usually at 400ºF or 210ºC for a short time) before adding the quiche ingredients. But I never use the crust, too much extra work

    It takes all of 5 to 10 minutes to prepare, depending on the filling, plus 40 minutes of cooking while you go play Civ (though make sure to set a timer!) ... it's done when it's pretty solid, it will solidify more when it coools. It's not that easy to overcook though, so don't worry about perfection.

    -snoopy

    UnO's Unusual creations:

    Double Bypass Chex Mix

    2 bags Cheetos puffs
    1 box Rice Chex
    2 bags Fritos corn chips
    2 bags pretzles
    large can peanuts
    large can cashews
    large can mixed nuts

    ~3/4 lb butter. (more is fine...less, not so good)
    11/2 Tbls Beau Monde (good luck finding..)
    11/2 Tbls Hickory smoke salt
    1 tsp Marjoram
    1 tsp Savory
    1/2 tsp cayenne pepper
    2 tsp garlic powder
    2 tsp onion powder

    Mix seasoning in seperate bowl, melt butter in microwave, throw everything else in a pan, pour 1/3 the butter on evenly, sprinkle 1/3 seasoning, stir, repeat till butter and seasoning gone. Bake at 250 for 30 min.

    -UnOrthOdOx
    One who has a surplus of the unorthodox shall attain surpassing victories. - Sun Pin
    You're wierd. - Krill

    An UnOrthOdOx Hobby

  • #2
    Ghosts of Christmas Past...

    HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS
    by Dr. Suess

    Every Who
    Down in Who-ville
    Liked Christmas a lot...

    But the Grinch,
    Who lived just North of Who-ville,
    Did NOT!

    The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
    Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
    It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
    It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
    But I think that the most likely reason of all
    May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

    But,
    Whatever the reason,
    His heart or his shoes,
    He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos,
    Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown
    At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
    For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneath
    Was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath.

    "And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer.
    "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
    Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
    "I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"
    For, tomorrow, he knew...

    ...All the Who girls and boys
    Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
    And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
    That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

    Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
    And they'd feast! And they'd feast!
    And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
    They would start on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast-beast
    Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least!

    And THEN
    They'd do something he liked least of all!
    Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
    Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
    They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing!

    They'd sing! And they'd sing!
    AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!
    And the more the Grinch thought of the Who-Christmas-Sing
    The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
    "Why for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!
    I MUST stop Christmas from coming!
    ...But HOW?"

    Then he got an idea!
    An awful idea!
    THE GRINCH
    GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

    "I know just what to do!" The Grinch Laughed in his throat.
    And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
    And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grinchy trick!
    "With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!"

    "All I need is a reindeer..."
    The Grinch looked around.
    But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
    Did that stop the old Grinch...?
    No! The Grinch simply said,
    "If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
    So he called his dog Max. Then he took some red thread
    And he tied a big horn on top of his head.

    THEN
    He loaded some bags
    And some old empty sacks
    On a ramshakle sleigh
    And he hitched up old Max.

    Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!"
    And the sleigh started down
    Toward the homes where the Whos
    Lay a-snooze in their town.

    All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
    All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
    When he came to the first house in the square.
    "This is stop number one," The old Grinchy Claus hissed
    And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.

    Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
    But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
    He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
    Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
    Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row.
    "These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"

    Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
    Around the whole room, and he took every present!
    Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
    Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
    And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
    Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!

    Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos' feast!
    He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast!
    He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
    Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash!

    Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
    "And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will stuff up the tree!"

    And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
    When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
    He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!
    Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two.

    The Grinch had been caught by this little Who daughter
    Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
    She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why,
    "Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"

    But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick
    He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
    "Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,
    "There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side.
    "So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear.
    "I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."

    And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
    And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed.
    And when Cindy-Lou Who went to bed with her cup,
    HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!

    Then the last thing he took
    Was the log for their fire.
    Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
    On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.

    And the one speck of food
    The he left in the house
    Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.


    Then
    He did the same thing
    To the other Whos' houses

    Leaving crumbs
    Much too small
    For the other Whos' mouses!

    It was quarter past dawn...
    All the Whos, still a-bed
    All the Whos, still a-snooze
    When he packed up his sled,
    Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
    The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

    Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mount Crumpit,
    He rode to the tiptop to dump it!
    "Pooh-pooh to the Whos!" he was grinch-ish-ly humming.
    "They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
    "They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
    "Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
    "The all the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!"

    "That's a noise," grinned the Grinch,
    "That I simply must hear!"
    So he paused. And the Grinch put a hand to his ear.
    And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
    It started in low. Then it started to grow...

    But the sound wasn't sad!
    Why, this sound sounded merry!
    It couldn't be so!
    But it WAS merry! VERY!

    He stared down at Who-ville!
    The Grinch popped his eyes!
    Then he shook!
    What he saw was a shocking surprise!

    Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
    Was singing! Without any presents at all!
    He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
    IT CAME!
    Somehow or other, it came just the same!

    And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
    Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
    It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
    "It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
    And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
    Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
    "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
    "Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"

    And what happened then...?
    Well...in Who-ville they say
    That the Grinch's small heart
    Grew three sizes that day!
    And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
    He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
    And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
    And he...

    ...HE HIMSELF...!
    The Grinch carved the roast beast!
    Past revision:

    How the Glory of War Stole the Peace Deal
    By the Glory of War

    Every Stormian
    Down in Estonia
    Liked their peace deal a lot...

    But the Warmongers,
    Who lived just West of Estonia,
    Did NOT!

    The Warmongers hated Peace Deals! The whole peaceful posting!
    No, they all liked their wars, and War Chickens for Roasting.
    It could be that their heads weren't screwed on quite right.
    It could be, perhaps, that their armor was too tight.
    But I think that the most likely reason to date
    May have been that their stomachs lacked food on their plate.

    But,
    Whatever the reason,
    Whether armor or tummy,
    They went riding for chicken, it looking quite yummy,
    Staring out from their hills with rumbling belly
    At the plump clucking War Chickens and Stormian jelly.
    For they knew that the enemy shared similar vices:
    Honor, Pride, original herbs and spices.

    And they've called for a meeting!" Aggie proclaimed with a grin.
    "Claiming a wish to ally, to help us to win!"
    Then he growled with a curse mocking this greeting,
    "I MUST find a poor soul, perhaps two, to attend to this meeting!"
    For, the meeting, he knew...

    ...All those attending, Stormians or not
    Would be stuck in the chatroom. Patiently awaiting to talk.
    And then! Oh, the Talk! Oh, the Talk! Talk! Talk! Talk!
    That's one thing he hated! The TALK! TALK! TALK! TALK!

    Then the Stormians, and Warmongers alike, would sit down to hash.
    And they'd hash! And they'd hash!
    And they'd HASH! HASH! HASH! HASH!
    They would start on the border, and who got the west or the east!
    A concept that he knew some warmongers would not stand for, at least!

    And THEN
    They'd do something most appalling of all!
    All Stormians present, or active at all
    Would stand firm in their stance, no sign of bowing.
    They'd stand so steadfast. "Roleplay must live" they'ld be vowing!

    They'd vow! And they'd vow!
    AND they'd VOW! VOW! VOW! VOW!
    And the more King Aggie thought of the Stormian-Roleplay-Vow.
    The more that he thought, "Why is this happening now?
    "Why twas not long ago we gave them a chance or two!
    I MUST send someone to keep their cool
    ...But WHO?"

    Then he got an idea!
    An awful idea!
    KING AGGIE
    GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

    "I know just who to send!" King Aggie grinned making for his PM box.
    And he made a quick message to Master Zen and to 'dOx.
    And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Warmonger team!
    "With UnOrthOdOx and Zen, what info we could ream!"

    "I'll make up the outline..."
    UnO exclaimed with some pride.
    Believing in his heart, on organization all would ride.
    And they sat there for hours....
    when UnOrthOdOx finally said,
    "Can we get to a point, I need to get to bed!"
    For several hours he sat, digesting all that he read
    Where GS took hours, UnO took five minutes instead.

    THEN
    With the chat all finished
    The proposals wrote up
    The Warmongers went home
    And they slapped a vote up.

    Then Ghengis cried out
    "I can't live with this junk!
    Just look over at Roleplay,
    All Spain smells like skunk!"

    It was outside of Pamplona, down in some trees
    GS forces had gathered, responding to Spain's pleas
    But soon ND forces ran down and slaughtered with ease.
    "Look down on all those chickens" Old King Aggie spat
    "They're ripe for the plucking, we can't miss on that."

    The warmongers flew from the Alamo with glee.
    And joined in with ND in the mass killing spree.
    They fought possessed, spurred on with hunger pain,
    and soon the WarChickens were falling like rain.
    Donegeal looked over the carnage, he knew what to do.
    "These Chickens," he grinned, "Will be just great in a stew!"

    They felt not but respect, as the War Chickens they plucked.
    GS had fought hard, their choice of allies just sucked!
    Nuggets! And Stews! Ratatouille! Buffalo Wings!
    They ate Curry! Marsalla! Dijon! a la King!
    And they stuffed all their faces. It all tasting quite yummy.
    And they went to bed that night, each one with a full tummy!

    And Darekill went out to the forum, with a poem he wrote.
    He posted it up, not of ND meaning to gloat.
    But OPD was watching and as quick as a flash.
    "Why" he replied "do you guys keep posting this trash!"

    This angered UnOrthOdOx, enough to make his lips quiver.
    "Oh GS!" He went and shouted, "Go cry me a River!"

    And GS gathered 'round OPD, perhaps some thought it a sport
    And soon sides were exchanging each in fiery retort.
    As the forum errupted for all out there to see!
    It gained the attention of all, even the one known as NYE.

    And both sides lobbed volleys by those who were bitter
    Or perhaps from a few not wanting to be dubbed as a quitter.
    Asleepatthewheel attempted to get some sanity back,
    As he called out for peace and to pass the prozac.

    But, you know, that old UnO was just an ornery old grouch
    “Removing GS is my quest” he did vouch
    "I’m tired of them, as they save whereitsat’s life”
    "It’s even come to a point where they’ve pissed off my wife.”
    "I made them an offer I felt fair not long ago.”
    "I wonder if it’s looking better to them yet, or no?"

    And not many seemed to care for this recent upheaval
    Nor of UnOrthOdOx or of his portrayal of evil.
    In the end what they thought he could care less,
    And only the slightest remorse did he feel for starting this mess!

    To the game all minds turned
    The situations to assess.
    And the Glory of War sought at last to progress.
    And the fled from the Alamo praying to the RNG for success.

    And they found forces of GS
    All camped out on a hill
    They went into the fight, hoping for more chickens to grill.


    Then
    They enjoyed once again
    A feast of chickens and jelly

    And they smiled
    And they laughed
    Once again with food in their belly!

    It was back on the forum...
    The old bastard spoke
    MrWhereItsAt, still in hiding
    and he posted a joke,
    A plea to “save roleplay! The Pope! And the squid!
    The stench! And even that woman with beard! Let none forbid!”

    And there in the forum, the one that is secret,
    Ennet rode in wearing his allecret.
    Sounding quite eloquent with his rhymes and his prose.
    And Donegeal there a suggestion did propose
    And Ennet went to the public with a fine dissertation
    And posted it up before every nation
    Then waited to see whether met with contempt or elation.

    "Oh brother," grumbled UnO,
    with a grimace and a growl.
    ”As soon as they see it all of GS will cry foul.”
    And he watched and he waited, looking for any reply.
    That would in some way wrong doing imply...

    But the replies weren’t mocking!
    Why, they sounded quite pleasant!
    It couldn't be so!
    But it WAS, at least from those present!

    He stared down at Estonia!
    Old UnO popped his eyes!
    Then he shook!
    What he saw was a shocking surprise!

    Every Stormian down in Estonia, the short and the grown,
    at least all of those who made themselves known
    They didn’t seem to angry it seemed!
    They laughed!
    And it appeared that they actually sat down for a draft!

    And old ‘dOx, with his brows furrowed in a row,
    Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
    I don’t see complaints! I don’t see any flames!
    "They aren’t so much as calling out names!"
    And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
    Then Old UnO thought of his tattered rapport,
    "Maybe this forum," he thought, "I don’t need to ignore.
    "Maybe...perhaps...I just got a bit too grumpy before!"

    From whence would this poem come...?
    Well...in GoW they say
    That UnO’s bottled anger,
    just seemed to melt right away!
    And when he saw all the others delight,
    He locked himself in the private forum to write.
    Inspired by the likes of WhereItsAt and of Ennet!
    that he...

    ...HE HIMSELF...!
    UnOrthOdOx sat down to pen it!
    One who has a surplus of the unorthodox shall attain surpassing victories. - Sun Pin
    You're wierd. - Krill

    An UnOrthOdOx Hobby

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    • #3
      THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
      by Clement Clarke Moore

      'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
      Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

      The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
      In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

      The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
      While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

      And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
      Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

      When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
      I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

      Away to the window I flew like a flash,
      Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

      The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
      Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

      When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
      But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

      With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
      I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

      More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
      And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

      "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
      On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

      To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
      Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

      As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
      When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

      So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
      With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

      And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
      The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

      As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
      Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

      He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
      And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

      A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
      And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

      His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
      His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

      His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
      And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

      The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
      And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

      He had a broad face and a little round belly,
      That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

      He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
      And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

      A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
      Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

      He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
      And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

      And laying his finger aside of his nose,
      And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

      He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
      And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

      But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
      "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
      And it's butchering:
      The Dawn Before D-Day
      by UnOrthOdOx

      'Twas the Dawn before D-Day, all 'cross the land,
      All of Lego lay dreaming, how space would be grand;

      Their cities were great, their production unmatched,
      All because their island had started detached;

      Their game had been fair, their diplomacy nice,
      If anything, you could say that this was their one vice;

      And Kloreep with his food, Vondrack with his plans,
      Were confident they could defeat all the other clans,

      When off of the shore came GoW planes Bombing,
      Sending all those poor kittens off for embalming.

      And Tiberius went to raise the alarm,
      "Won't anyone help save the cows on our farm?"

      When a glorious site showed up on the shore,
      Two mighty navies, with transports galore,

      They rallied the navy, a mighty blow they struck
      though GS still claimed it was all just pure luck,

      With a cunning maneuver, so sneaky and slick,
      A fort city, they hoped, would do just the trick.

      Imposing the site, Lego's army did display,
      But Master Zen was not about to dismay;

      "Now, Crossing! Camp David! Horsefish and Panama!
      Ahhmyfoot! Sharehaven! Kloreep and Zargonia!

      Now into their cities! And over their wall!
      Now Pillage! Now Rampage! They all shall fall!"

      As outside of Fort Stanwix, the GoW army stood,
      Old Aggie smelled blood, and was up to no good,

      So up to the sky the bombers they flew,
      With bombs for the kittens, and Old Aggie too.

      And then, in the distance, a sound as of thunder;
      Ghengis had his artillery firing asunder.

      As the smoke fin'ly cleared, assault began at large,
      With none other than Hot Enamel leading the charge.

      He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
      And his tanks were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

      Waves of Marines, he had at his side,
      Going from house to house, no place to hide.

      His eyes -- how they twinkled! His mouth how it sneered!
      With a wave of his hand, the whole town disappeared!

      With a need for the populace to enamor,
      UnO himself rode into Port Hammer;

      With greed in his eyes and showing no remorse,
      He took over the town still using his sword and his horse;

      GoW moved 'cross the land both lucky and swift,
      Causing Lego to look more than just a little miffed.

      As reality set in, it may have all been in vain,
      Had it not been for a transport, captain insane;

      What a strange twist, I think it must be fate,
      The major wars in this game all end ‘round this date;

      Who knows, perhaps it’s simply my mission,
      A new poem a year, a holiday tradition,

      Of a Play the World Demogame war,
      And all the activity they seem to restore;

      Join with me now as we raise glass in holiday cheer,
      To a fine Lego opponent, in the war of the year!

      But I say to you now, next year I may write,
      How an ICBM finally removes WhereItsAt from my sight!
      One who has a surplus of the unorthodox shall attain surpassing victories. - Sun Pin
      You're wierd. - Krill

      An UnOrthOdOx Hobby

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      • #4
        Merry Christmas (or whatever floats your boat) everyone.
        (\__/)
        (='.'=)
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        • #5
          Good stuff, UnO!

          (except for the sad Lego memories... )
          I make movies. Come check 'em out.

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          • #6
            or RP,...



            E_T
            Come and see me at WePlayCiv
            Worship the Comic here!
            Term IV DFM for Trade, Term V CP & Term VI DM, Term VII SMC of Apolytonia - SPDGI, Minister of the Interior of the PTW InterSite Demo Game

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            • #7
              Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici

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              • #8
                The laser bit

                we're using fusion lasers anyway..
                -- What history has taught us is that people do not learn from history.
                -- Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning.

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                • #9
                  The laser bit was hilarious

                  And I want some of that Chex Mix, but minus the bypass

                  Merry Christmas (or whatever winter holiday you might be celebrating) to my fellow crazy demogamers!
                  But there's no sense crying over every mistake. You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
                  PolyCast | Girl playing Civ + extra added babble! | Yo voté en 2008!

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                  • #10
                    Merry quichemas everybody!

                    /me runs and hides
                    <Reverend> IRC is just multiplayer notepad.
                    I like your SNOOPY POSTER! - While you Wait quote.

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                    • #11
                      Merry Christmas Everyone, and a Happy New Year as well
                      You just wasted six ... no, seven ... seconds of your life reading this sentence.

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                      • #12
                        Merry Xmas to all!!!!
                        Let your every day be full of joy, love the child that holds your hand, let your wife delight in your embrace, for these alone are the concerns of humanity.
                        The BtS Pitboss Team Democracy Game has just started!!!
                        Come and test your metal in the Apolyton Civ4 Beyond the Sword Tri-League Tournament
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                          • #14
                            Great stuff! Can we get a mod to post it as front-page news? A little publicity for the game (and especially the Mercs ) never hurt...
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                            • #15
                              As good a read as ever, if we had the technology to do that i mean.
                              Proud member of the PNY Brigade
                              Also a proud member of the The Glory Of War team on PtW-DG

                              A.D 300, after 5h of playing DonHomer said: "looks like civ2 could be a good way to kill time if i can get the hang of it :P"

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