You probably shouldn't read this if you're playing in PBEM 6. We're playing with active espionage off, man! Wall of text:

The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed subcategory. He's
got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out his third
mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering
the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber
weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts
through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest. Where his body
has bony extremities, the suit has sintered armorgel: feels like gritty
jello, protects like a stack of telephone books.
When they gave him the job, they gave him a gun. The Deliverator never
deals in cash, but someone might come after him anyway - might want his car,
or his cargo. The gun is tiny, aero-styled, lightweight, the kind of a gun a
fashion designer would carry; it fires teensy darts that fly at five times
the velocity of an SR-71 spy plane, and when you get done using it, you have
to plug it into the cigarette lighter, because it runs on electricity.
The Deliverator never pulled that gun in anger, or in fear. He pulled
it once in Gila Highlands. Some punks in Gila Highlands, a fancy Burbclave,
wanted themselves a delivery, and they didn't want to pay for it. Thought
they would impress the Deliverator with a baseball bat. The Deliverator took
out his gun, centered its laser doohickey on that poised Louisville Slugger,
fired it. The recoil was immense, as though the weapon had blown up in his
hand. The middle third of the baseball bat turned into a column of burning
sawdust accelerating in all directions like a bursting star. Punk ended up
holding this bat handle with milky smoke pouring out the end. Stupid look on
his face. Didn't get nothing but trouble from the Deliverator.
Since then the Deliverator has kept the gun in the glove compartment
and relied, instead, on a matched set of samurai swords, which have always
been his weapon of choice anyhow. The punks in Gila Highlands weren't afraid
of the gun, so the Deliverator was forced to use it. But swords need no
demonstrations.

All right, that's it. I'm not going to include the full text of Snow Crash in my thread; you'll just have to go acquire the book if you want to read it. Which you should. Not the best book in the world by any means, but fairly excellent. Anyway...

Welcome to the home of my journey through RB PBEM #6!

Leading this great Babylonian civilization to glory is the mighty Suryavarman II. Who, if google image search is to be believed, looked like this.




Kick back and enjoy the ride, that guy sure is!

Unless of course you're one of the heathen civilizations I'll be conquering. If so, please return after said events have occurred.

So, any teasers regarding the map, Sunrise?

If you're a player bugger off until I kill you (in game)!

And because putting some random pics seems the thing to do:

There we go for my first RB PBEM game.

I know Jowy and Athlete from RBPB2, so this should be fun!

*Spoilers follow*

If this man looks unfamiliar to you, you're in the wrong place.

Hello All,

I would like to host an Ironman (full) game this Sunday or next Sunday. I was thinking 2v2v2v2(v2?), always war, Green Wheel map. So basically, bring a teammate and play until we have a victory condition, or everyone concedes victory to one team.

Preference will be given to players from PB2 because I feel like there is some unfinished business there.

Or to any outspoken lurkers who don't like Sullla and I, and want to "put us in our place."

If we have more than 8 (or 10) players interested, we can host another game as well.

Also, I will most likely be running a Livestream of the game as we play, assuming my internet connection can handle it, and providing access to a teamspeak server, for anyone who would like to listen in as we play.

So, who wants to play?

Clearly all these players suck, so my money is on the Barbs to win.


(Yes that'll teach you for mousing over).

Silence is a text easy to misread. --A.A. Attanasio

Nothing is more useful than silence. --Menander of Athens

Silence is the mother of truth. --Benjamin Disraeli

Silence is the true friend that never betrays. --Confucius

Silence is a source of great strength. --Lao Tzu

In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. --Mahatma Gandhi

,--o--'

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined;
Till at his second bidding darkness fled,
Light shone, and order from disorder sprung. --John Milton

Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not yet understood. --Henry Miller

History and experience tell us that moral progress comes not in comfortable and complacent times, but out of trial and confusion. --Gerald R. Ford

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. --Jack Kerouac

I used to go away for weeks in a state of confusion. --Albert Einstein

,--o--'

And our final quotation for this post to sum it all up:

[SIZE="4"]In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word. --Walt Whitman[/SIZE]

If you're still reading this hopefully you are not one of my opponents in this game. If you are, take the wisdom and leave.

Hey there. This is my spoiler thread for PBEM7. Feel free to have a look around and poke fun at my moves. If you're another PBEM7 player, please hit the back button on your browser now, or feel the wrath of my guardian lolcat.