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To answer Classical Hero's request, a thread to make your civilization's achievement even more publicly known - and to express them in literally form, I guess wink. Have double-fun!
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Quote:"I have a dream." he said, looking over his listeners. They stared at him. "Another?" said the first listener in a tired voice. "Was man flying like bird again?" said another with a leer, getting chuckles for his witty comment. A dull *thud* brought him facedown in the dirt by the club of the dreamspeaker. "I do not have a dream so you laugh when I share. I have a dream for all of us. For many of us. Many like the skyglitter at night. Many like sand in hand." They looked at him. Some with reverence, others with envy, still others kept on eating, indifferent to the speaker while they could feed. As dreamspeaker made his tale it was clear that this was no ordinary dream. This was a hint of something larger, grander, bigger even than the stone phallus they revered as their god. Some laughed, some listened. In the end, he had a following. A small group that he led onwards for many moonturns. One day, they came to the long grass by the sea.

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Quote:"Here." said the dreamspeaker. "Here we will dream together. Live together. See tomorrow together. This is the place from my dream. This is where we build our home."
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MASTER AND MARGARITA
by Mikhail Bulgakov

Chapter 1: Never talk with strangers

At the hour of the hot spring sunset two citizens appeared at the Patriarch's Ponds. One of them, approximately forty years old, dressed in a grey summer suit, was short, dark-haired, plump, bald, and carried his respectable fedora hat in his hand. His neatly shaven face was adorned with black horn-rimmed glasses of a supernatural size. The other, a broad-shouldered young man with a tousled reddish hair, his checkered cap cocked back on his head, was wearing a cowboy shirt, wrinkled white trousers and black sneakers.

The first was none other than Mikhail Alexandrovich Berlioz, editor of a fat literary journal [...] and his young companion was the poet Ivan Nikolayevich Ponyrev, who wrote under the pseudonym of Homeless. [...]

Ah, yes, note must be made of the first oddity of this dreadful May evening. There was not a single person to be seen, not only by the stand, but also along the whole walk parallel to Malaya Bronnaya Street ...
to be continued wink.
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ANYONE ELSE WANT TO DENY I EXIST? OR SHALL I FETCH MY PRIMUS?
"A writer is defined not by any identity card, but by what he writes"
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(August 20th, 2013, 23:34)Behemoth Wrote: ANYONE ELSE WANT TO DENY I EXIST? OR SHALL I FETCH MY PRIMUS?

Dear Behemoth, relax, you ain't misbehaving, ain't bothering anybody, just reparating your primus lol, we get it at team M&M. You are safe - at least here wink. As I said, we know that the cat is an ancient and inviolable animal.

I also see more of Messire's retinue showing up biggrin - does it mean that the ball is approaching? jive. Please remind Messire to send me the cream - so I will not ... disappoint wink.
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Welcome my Queen, Margarita Nikolaevna! Indeed, there will be ball - though in this story all are invited, and all will be transformed. Expect my call!
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(August 21st, 2013, 02:19)Azazello Wrote: Welcome my Queen, Margarita Nikolaevna! Indeed, there will be ball - though in this story all are invited, and all will be transformed. Expect my call!

Very nice to see also you here, Azazello! I am Margarita Andreevna, btw, but glad to hear that i will be invited to the ball anyway smile.

Annushka has bought and spilled the oil already, more and more of Messire's associates appearing - looks like not only the great ball approaching, but black magic shows should start soon ... I also wonder whose head will be cut (first)? I guess in our story, it maybe whoever will be unlucky enough to be a neighbor of an aggresive Rome wink. What are the stars telling you, Azazello?


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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....
Team 'we will eat you heart while its still beating and we are just lying to you to keep you calm before we attack you' Pitboss 14
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(August 21st, 2013, 18:48)Magno_uy Wrote: 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? cry As Azazello and others said, everybody will be invite to the Great Ball! I will be Queen and hostess of that ball and will be make sure that you have a great time, I promise! There will be a fountain full of wine ... a cut man's head talking ... and some blood ... I am sure you will love it biggrin.

And how I am supposed to stay calm before you consume my heart - with the notes like that? Unless I am over-racting and he only reason you want to find my civ first is to say "Hello"? That must be it, you want to pay your respects to the lady first smile.

BTW, I think you team name should be changed to INDynized - or your longer team name should be changed to 'we will eat you heart while its still beating and we are just lying to you to keep you calm before we attack and are blatantly misleading you about our leader traits with our team name'
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