Story thread

[Maga_R]

Magno take a little black block of notes... and write "Find Maga's civ first..." put it back to his pocket and looks around as if nothing had happened....

Et tu, Magno, contra me? Why, why, why?

hmm? me?

Magno, if your desire to find my civ first has nothing to do with your team predilection for eating other's heart while they are still beating - then I sincerely apologize.

If you just want to say hello and exchange some gossip and dirt on our neighbors , then let us meet asap! Set a date! Set a place! I will be there - I will soon acquire kinda ... Mobility promotion ... but

   

[Behemoth]

Orgynized isn't a trait, it's a way of life.

[Maga_R]

Afterwards, when, frankly speaking, it was already too late, various institutions presented reports describing this man. A comparison of them cannot but cause amazement. Thus, the first of them said the man was short, had gold teeth, and limped on his right leg. The second that the man was enormously tall, had platinum crowns, and limped on his left leg. The third laconically averred that the man had no distinguishing marks. It must be acknowledged that none of these reports is of any value .

First of all, the man described did not limp on any leg, and was neither short or enormous, but simply tall. As for his teeth, he had platinum crowns on the left side and gold on the right. He was wearing an expensive grey suit and imported shoes of a matching color. His grey beret was cocked rakishly over one ear; under his arm he carried a stick with a black knob shaped like a poodle's head. He looked to be a little over forty. Mouth somehow twisted. Clean-shaven. Dark-haired. Right eye black, left - for some reason - green. Dark eyebrows, but one higher than the other. In short, a foreigner .

[Halvgud]

These dreams...they were so full of things he did not understand. Talking cats. Men wearing strange garments. Women talking to themselves on walls that reflected like the still sea. Half-naked men using strange signs with a finger. Words he did not understand, flying in the air like so many leaves.. It was enough to make a man go mad and walk into the sea!

But awaking before sunlight, listening to sleeping sounds of his tribe..all was once more calm. Some dreams were not to be shared, or he would lose what faith they placed in him. Talking cats.. hah!

He walked outside and had a morning bath in the cool water, then he walked for a time to reach the nearby animals. He sat down, twisting the branch of a certain tree until it bled. This motion made some of the younger animals step closer. He kept twisting, bringing with it a soft fragrance that made more of the animals perk their heads up. As he sat there, he was soon surrounded by a number of them, until one stepped close enough to actually bite the branch he held in his hands. Slowly, he stood up. Most of them scattered. But one or two stayed close, lured by the smell of a twisted branch. He walked slowly back, stopping now and then to wave the branch behind him. Only one followed him all the way home, and as it bit into the branch, a swift movement locked one arm around its head, and a stone knife plunged into the throat. The animals screamed in fear, trying to run but all too late. It bled until it died, and his tribe had another strong sunlight meal.

[Maga_R]

These dreams...they were so full of things he did not understand. Talking cats. Men wearing strange garments. Women talking to themselves on walls that reflected like the still sea.

http://www.masterandmargarita.eu/en/02th...iding.html

[Satan]

These dreams...they were so full of things he did not understand.

In the words of the immortal Tupac, at his trial before Pontius Pilate, Procurator of Judea:

“Реалността е фалшива. Мечтите са истински.”

[Maga_R]

These dreams...they were so full of things he did not understand.

In the words of the immortal Tupac, at his trial before Pontius Pilate, Procurator of Judea:

“Реалността е фалшива. Мечтите са истински.”

http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/ind...443AAMAtUH

[Satan]

Indeed, such a mystery! Why did Tupac, a Nazarene, who lived two-thousand years ago, speak these words in Bulgarian? I have my personal theologian investigating the matter....

[LowSodium]

Hmmm... looks like the turn's rolled. What do you think of the game so far?

[Shrimp]

Ughh, don't ask. At least they managed to avoid deleting the starting settler!