Kit_fox
Colonel
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Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
#144247 - 01/31/07 05:44 PM (129.138.30.201)
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Because I am quitting I need to get rid of my empire. Rather than go through the headache of selling it I have decided to give it away as a reward to the person who wins this contest.
The Prize –
The person who wins this contest will get my main empire. It is currently level 7, but is quite literally on the verge of being of level 8. Currently the empire has 3.5B funds on hand, and over 100 vehicles in the armory. Daily income is around 1.7M per Nevday, but with factory production this can easily be increased to around 2.5M per Nevday.
As far as its military goes, it is pretty good but nothing overly special. This is not a DP empire. There are a total of 21 mechs in the empire (Including a HGN-732, MAD-4A, CNV-2005) with an average skill of around 1, with a good number of skill 0’s and a couple of -1’s in there. There is a SNP batt, though that is nothing special. Over 200 people currently stored, though the majority of them are probably only ok skill.
As far as research goes, this empire has a pretty good amount finished. Currently the empire has a single TC, with a few research facilities. Has up to level 3 repair bays and some of the more basic vehicles researched, and could easily get a bunch more researched in short order with a zone doubler for research.
Whoever wins the contest will get the empire as is and unfactioned (I will remove it from the current faction before handing it over) so make sure you have a home for it. Otherwise, it will be yours to do with as you please.
Contest Rules –
People who wish to enter will have approximately 7 RL days to come up with a short story. Ideally these stories will be 10 pages or less in length when typed up in MS word (12 point font, Times New Roman). There are two restrictions. First on is that the story MUST be BattleTech related, and take place either in the Classic BattleTech universe, or on Neveron. Second, the story should be no more than PG-13 (so no excessive blood and gore, or sex).
All stories must either be posted in this thread, or have a post in this thread linking to the story. After the 7 day time limit has passed I will take a few days to read the stories and decide which one I like best. That story will be the winner, and I will make arrangements with the writer to transfer the empire to them as soon as possible.
That is everything people who wish to enter need to know. I hope to see a bunch of good entries in the next couple days. Good luck.
-Kit_fox
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The RNG mugged me in a dark street, killed my dog, and cancled Christmas.
When the winds of change blow hard enough the most trivial of things can become deadly projectials.
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.
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Eddey
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Reged: 03/06/06
Posts: 196
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Kit_fox]
#144265 - 01/31/07 11:35 PM (64.59.144.87)
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Kit what, what are you saying.... Your quitting Nev? No really your actualy quitting.... If you are ill try to turn somthing... But just no.....
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May the rng smile on you and smite your enemies... -Commander Tal Gladys
Im currently going to try and make an introductory guide for newbies from lvls 1-7 any suggestions
just pm me thx you xD
http://mattbuck.irongalaxy.com/neveron/faq-irc.html
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HLC
Sergeant
Reged: 10/10/05
Posts: 177
Loc: UK
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Eddey]
#144270 - 02/01/07 03:19 AM (213.83.117.170)
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Kit why not just choose one of the stories on the forums already, in which case Dee wins...
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Kit_fox
Colonel
Reged: 09/16/02
Posts: 3054
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: HLC]
#144289 - 02/01/07 09:23 AM (129.138.30.201)
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Because, I want to read something new and give people who haven't tried their hand at writing fiction an excuse to give it a try. Also, it is my empire so I can give it away any way I like. :P
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The RNG mugged me in a dark street, killed my dog, and cancled Christmas.
When the winds of change blow hard enough the most trivial of things can become deadly projectials.
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.
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cbtgod
Lieutenant Colonel
Reged: 12/14/05
Posts: 1812
Loc: IN A BOX UNDER A HOUSE
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Kit_fox]
#144290 - 02/01/07 11:05 AM (70.126.173.120)
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i think its a great idea and if i have time will write something. 
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yes its a toad, if you didnt know that you dont know anything about cbt
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rantamplan
Sergeant Major
Reged: 03/26/03
Posts: 341
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: cbtgod]
#144298 - 02/01/07 04:18 PM (80.34.38.230)
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Here is the first history in teh contest (or at least I think it is) it was written a while ago, (like 3 months) but i forgot to post it ( ^_^ ) then one month later KD convinced me to post it but.... ¿do you know what? I forgot to post it ( ^_^ ), now its a bit out of date since for having real sense it should have been posted then ( ups ) but.... here it is.
Its dedicated (if that word exists in english) to katrar, my FL wich returned from irak like 3 months ago (more or less).
13 Years…
3 months…
13 days…
18 hours…
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It was a silent night in the bast comunications center room of chaos2, currently only a small guard was keeping the computers running and making sure none of the red lights started to flash, nothing to do with the over 200 people that were there during the last war against NC.
Sudently a flashing yellow light in a forgotten and old comunications center.
“Sir! whats that?”
“... eehhh dont know... check the manual...”
“Fuck! Corporal!! Fast!!! Relay the following message to the high command...”
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The Drop ship finally landed and started to deploy the deadly forces it transported inside, the first unit crossing its doors was a mighty stone rhinno, an outstanding war machine able to kill on his own a bast number of enemy vehicles and mechs if piloted by the apropiate man, behind him a non less deadly scort formed by severall assault mechs, most of them ussing clan technology.
Inside the city severall batallions of mechs awaited their arrival, soon all the quite peace that chaos2 had over the last 2 years was going to end.
“Sir, their pass code its old but still correct”
“thanks, shut down the automated defence towers and let them come, give them a warm wellcome”
Slowlly the assault batallion closed around the city main entrance, raising a small cloud of dust around them, to their encounter severall mechs formed and closed lines around a NEM-HoC.
“This is Battle Commander Mantis, we are here to scort you to the palace... wellcome back Katrar we have missed you”
The slow comitive crossed the city to the palace,
In the head War Chief Katrar piloting STR-WIE-1 “Chaos Theory II”
Following him:
- Battle Commander Mantis with his NEM-HoC “la colera de mantis”
- Colonel Mechjman piloting AS7-D - Atlas “king of pain”
- Colonel Storm aboard of his “HGN-732 Storm Giant I”
- Major Fallstar aboard of his Phoneix Hawk “Dead-line”
- Major HLC piloting “PLD-SLY02– Fruitloop”
- Capitain Teros in command of the First HoC Privateers
- And closing the march Capitain Gunther piloting WHR-6D “Deliverance”
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(Male chorus representing all the faction empires)
For the land
for the seas
for the mountains
for the green valleys where birds fly
for the glory
and the power
To defeat the nevlord
I will defend this empire.
(female solo representing the union and ideals of the faction itself with low music in crescendo)
Because its in my hands
To defeat their plans
So we will fight our fears
and help in the needed hour
to defeat the enemies power
Their only remains will be their tears
When their mechs fall
Against our honored walls
(male solo representing katrar, with music)
I crossed the valleys, the dusty wastelands
Searching for wisdom to guide my hands
It finally happened and the sun lit my eyes
Thanks to that wisdom I'm freed from my ties
(male chorus representing katrar men that followed him outside neveron with loud music)
On the way to glory I`ll honor my mech
Looking into the past searching for tech
In a long bloody battle that prophecies told
That light will prevail and wisdom is gold
(male solo representing Katrar)
Into the ray of the sun
Marches our hero hunting his foe
Reborn through the blood he won
Ride for the fall of his power
Fighting the storm, the roar of the thunder
Ally of the sun and the moon
He will be back soon
HAIL HAIL!!!
Brave mechwarriors
MARCH MARCH!!!
Great Mechwarriors
(all togheter representing the new gained union of the faction)
For the land
for the seas
for the mountains
for the green valleys where birds fly
for the glory
and the power
To defeat the nevlord
I will defend this empire.
(Hope its just "good enough" Im spanish and its quite hard writte in a foreign lenguaje, thanks to all the people that helped me to writte the text specially the song since you dont know how many english words match in my mind but when you ask to a native they sound completelly different.
Note that the himn was created before the department of katrar so there is a reference to defeating nev lord wich now is senseless since its allied)
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KingDiamond
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Loc: Germany
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: rantamplan]
#144317 - 02/02/07 04:06 AM (128.176.216.116)
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Let me shoot a guess, Mantis. Those lyrics are modified after 'Rhapsody'? First song on their debut album, right? makes me wanna whet my Sword and charge a dragon/rhino/whatever :-)
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cbtgod
Lieutenant Colonel
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: rantamplan]
#144319 - 02/02/07 05:01 AM (70.126.173.120)
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man when am i going to see some action" max thought to himself sitting in his powered down p-hawk. he had heard all night long over the coms of battles reports, and sightings of pirates all over the planet. max has had no such luck today. he is yet to be tested in battle, and this has taken a toll on his own confidence as a mech pilot. day in, and day out same old thing stuck on ambush duty."dam when am i going to get in the fight" he blurted aloud. "stalker, this is viper over" came out a over the comm channel vipers voice was stressed. another comm came out "viper watch your 6". max got his head set on as fast as he could, and turned the passive night vision on in his cockpit. "viper this is stalker?"nothing but static came to maxs ears. "viper this is stalker over?" he replied again. "what the hells going on" he said to himself. he quickly checked his radio, and comm channel. everything was fine, was set to 132.34.
then the comm crackled and then stopped. "stalker ...god dammit ranis get that guy off my ass now!". the radio went silent again. "that wasnt vipers voice" max said aloud. if max knew anything it was his old drill instructers voice, and that wasnt it .that was sgt landis all day. then an odd sound came out over all channels. only a mech warrior would know this. the comm system was being jammed. max started to do a frantic but needed pilot check before starting his mech up. he started to sweat. his hand started to shake some."get it together max,get it together" he said to himself. then the comm made a few odd noises like test tones. "stal...vi down" the voice trailed, and then came back "st...k....s.t landis engage at will!". for a moment max just sat in awe, almost in shock. it seemed to last forever. then as fast at it came, it ended. he turned his sensors from passive to active.he knew that making his sensors active also meant others could find him to.
thats what he wanted maxs talent was ambush tactics. he was top of his class in this, and in hand to hand mech combat. he knew this layout better than any one.blip blip went his sensors. max did an emergency power up and moved his mech to a better vantage point. blip blip blip "its a mover whatever it is" he thought to himself. max moved his mech to a set ambush spot. it was just an old warehouse that had been destroyed in a previous war. but max knew the amount of metal and debris in it would act as a sensor buffer. but he wouldnt be able to hide his heat signature. but i would give him that little edge he needed. blip blip blip max crouched his mech down on one knee and waited. he put him self inside the warehouse in the middle of some machinery. the main problem with this is it had no roof.but they had no reports of vtols in the area. and its better to get some cover than none. blip blip blip 2 clicks showed his sensors. max flipped his weapons to armed.
then a mech broke through the forest. max didnt even wait to see what kind he was popping of shot, after shot with his large laser. his first hit the mech in the left arm, and sent the arm flying off into the forest. his second hit it in the chest and sent it staggering back a few steps. sparks were dropping all over the ground from the armless spot. with out a thought max was already lunging his mech forward."a stinger" he said aloud. the stinger had regained its footing and fired a short burst from his med laser. "dam that was close"he thought. and it was, max could tell this guy wasnt a rookie. but max reacted faster than his foe and nailed his jump jets. sailing through the air he shot 2 well aimed shots with his large laser. one was aimed at the cockpit, the other the left leg. he hit the left leg square on and blew it to shreads the inner workings of the leg sparked and shutterd. the leg was crippled. the other shot aimed at the cockpit didnt come close. but the stinger pilot didnt know this and threw his arm up to block the shot. the arm was hit hard, and its hand was blown off. then the rest of the arm went limp. max landed his mech about 30 yards away point blank range. he didnt break a beat lowerd his large laser took aim at the stingers cock pit. the stinger pilot knew what was coming and ejected the minute max started to aim. the stinger pilot just made it out before max hit the mech in the head. the stinger rained sparks, and smoke and fell to the ground limp with a loud crash.
max moved away from the downed mech fast. even at this distance an unstable engine core could still hurt him. he also knew the pilot ejecting prompted a homing beacon for his safe return. he pulled back to his secondary spot. this spot was really nothing more than a large mech sized hole. but like the warhouse it acts like a sensor buffer,and it also sheilds his heat a little. max did another not needed pilot check. his hands were not shaking as much,but he was sweating like a dog. he could hear his heart beat in his ears now. then the comm barked"st......landis.......hea....y mover" the radio broke up, and chimed in again. "st..p him at all costs". then the sensor panel lit up. blip.......blip.......blip....... "dam its big" max mumbled. he could tell from the readings it was a 70 ton mech. minutes passed which seemed like hours. max took aim with his large laser at the spot it should come through. he felt the vibrations on his throttle before it broke through the woods.
broke through was not what happend it crashed through the trees with ease. smaller mechs like maxs would have taken damage. this thing plowed through like water. "my god"max said silently, as if the enemy mech might hear him."its a warhammer". the warhammer stood and waited. he was battle damaged but nothing looked bad, and it appeared all his weapons were still good. "stop at all costs" he said quitely. then as if the warhammer heard him it turned his way. then his sensor blurted "alert missle lock alert". max punched the jump jets as the warhammers srms hit the hole he has in. max had no time to aim he shot off one small burst with his med lasers. his shots were off and hit the ground around the warhammer. but he manged to land in a good spot so he thought. the minute he landed 2 well aimed ppcs shatterd the trees he was using for cover. max shot off another panic shot with his med lasers which missed wildly."get it together" max yelled. "alert missle lock alert" barked the sensor panel. max was under a tree canopy, no way he could jump out of this. he spun around and ran to the nearest large patch of trees. he was hit by a few srms but nothing to worry about, if he hadnt used the trees it could have been worse. max was deeper in the forest now, and the trees were much larger also. the warhammer rang out with ppc shot after ppc shot. max knew this would happen his mech was painted in forest camo. wham a bunch of trees splinterd about 20 yards away. max knew sooner or later if he stayed here he would get hit, he had to move.
he could hear the warhammer moving, and his sensors showed him moving left . max got his mech down on one knee a took aim. but the same forest that was helping him, was helping the warhammer also. all max could see was an arm , and part of a shoulder. he aimed what felt like ages. then he let a short burst out with his large laser. to his total surprise he hit all 3 shots. the first hit the arm, followed by another hitting the shoulder area. the third hit the torso area after the warhammer turned. max noted no real damage to him, but did see the new blackned areas on the mech. almost in a fraction of a second the warhammer let loose with everything in his general area. max was hit by 2 med lasers one in the right leg another in the left torso."dam"max yelled. max heard the damage con loading . he scanned the info as fast as he could armor damage only is all it showed. the warhammer stopped firing and was standing still. max could see smoke coming from the massive arm mounted ppcs." yep he did it"max said to himself. max knew the warhammer pilot had overheated his ppcs, and now was his chance.
with out a flinch max charged the warhammer. the warhammer was surprised to say the least with this bold move. the warhammer fired burst after burst with his med lasers. but either couldnt get a lock or hit a tree. maxs aiming was better.shot after shot hit the beast of a mech, and yet it still stands. it seemed where ever max hit the warhammer it had plenty or armor. max was now almost out of the woods, when the warhammer fired a ppc at him. the shot missed badly but still his main weapons were coming back online."not today, today you are my bitch" growled max. he stopped firing his weapons. he charged full force into the warhammers left arm and left torso area. the warhammer saw this coming but could do nothing but brace for the impact. maxs p-hawk slammed at full speed into the warhammer. the collision sound like a thunder clap. "warning mech collision" blurted the damage control. "warning med laser weapon failer","warning arm movement failure". the warhammer took the damage and was still standing but didnt look good at all. max had aimed for the ppc it self in his charge and hit it right at the sweet spot. the elbow, the warhammers ppc was crushed and the arm hung limp. its left torso had a gaping hole in it. max had seconds if he was to get the upper hand. he threw a kick at the warhammers right leg,and hit it full force. the warhammer fell to one knee. the warhammer had no way to fight back it was using its only good arm to help it self up. but maxs over confidence was his error. the warhammer let loose with a full volley of every thing he had. and he hit with almost all of it. maxs mech was rocked off its feet and he knew what was coming he braced for the impact as best he could. the p-hawk slammed into the ground hard, but it sounded worse than it was.
as max was getting up his damage control no longer worked, nor his radio or targetting system. as max got his mech up it made all kinds of grinding noises. he knew what it was his gyro."god dammit"he barked. at this time to maxs disbelief the warhammer was on its back. he didnt really care how it happened he had to use it to his advantage now. he quickly looked at his back up damage control system his mech was a mess. internal damage, weapons failure and the worst movement failures. his left arm was gone, his left leg was locked up. he had armor damage and internal frame damage in his torsos and legs. he looked in disbelief as the warhammer got up. "stop it at all costs"he said in a somber voice. max was never a religous person but he said a prayer now. then as soon as the warhammer was standing. he punched his jump jets, but he didnt jump up. he aimed his mech at the warhammer. the mechs smashed into each other again, this time it was worst then the prior time. the warhammer was pushed back and off its feet. it fell hard to the ground metal could be heard bending . maxs mech was decimated. it had no arms or left torso. on of its legs was gone at the knee. the gyro was shot. he could hear once again to his disbelief the warhammer get up. but he couldnt prop his mech to see his enemy. the warhammer didnt fare well either it had systems out all over and massive armor damage. but it was still mobile.as max lay in his battered mech he could hear the warhammer walking towards him. max found the eject button and pressed it gladly. but it failed to work."man not like this" he pleaded. then he noticed his hands,they were coverd in blood. he didnt feel any pain at all."maybe im already dead" he thought. he found the source of his wound a large peice of shrapnel in his chest. as he tried to fumble with a med kit darkness took him.
the warhammer walked over to maxs broken mech and stood for a few minutes, looking down at the mech. the warhammer pilot placed his remaining ppc on the cockpit. but he couldnt pull the trigger."no you faught brave and well, and deserve better than this" he said quitely. he then backed away from the mech and turned his radio to the emergency band.
"may day may day pilot needs a medical evac at cords 237g51"boomed the warhammer pilot ."identify your self please" retorted a radio operator. " a man of honor" replied the warhammer pilot. "its in gods hands now" he said quitely. he then turned his mech and headed back to his unit.
Edited by cbtgod (02/02/07 05:25 AM)
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rantamplan
Sergeant Major
Reged: 03/26/03
Posts: 341
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: cbtgod]
#144326 - 02/02/07 07:57 AM (80.34.38.230)
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Exactly KD 
in deed only real based is first and last paragraphts the rest are took from here and there modifying more or less, but basically yes, i wanted to make an himn and checked for rhapsody becouse of their epics songs, then choose parts from here and there, changed words and sentences so they make sense in neveron and mixed them quite a bit, then i added a bit of pepper, 30 minutes boiling and let it rest for 3 months.
Basically thats the recipe .
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Katrar
Major
Reged: 09/15/02
Posts: 1312
Loc: Seattle, WA USA, Terra
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: rantamplan]
#144347 - 02/02/07 03:48 PM (69.178.97.208)
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I think we found a new addition to the HoC archive, Mantis. =P
And thanks to Mantis and cbtgod for some cool reading, and to anyone else that decides to flex their creative muscles in the epic quest for Kit's empire. =)
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bohmerov
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Reged: 02/24/04
Posts: 89
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Kit_fox]
#144441 - 02/05/07 11:11 PM (220.94.152.8)
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Excessive Losses
Klaxons blazed as explosions rocked the massive machine. The heat inside the cockpit of the HGN-732 was hardly bearable, the sweat sizzling as it landed on the control panels. Tigre swore under his breath. This was going to be a long hard fight he knew, and all these missiles flying about were beginning to make him a bit nervous. He backed his mech back behind the cover of a hill. Hunter tanks were not known for being terribly accurate, but if they hit, they always seemed to strike at the most vulnerable locations. He had seen more than his fair share of mech commanders have their mechs shot out from under them, but it was quite another thing seeing comrades being blown out of their mechs altogether. It was a messy fate he didn’t want to imagine for himself.
His fire-support team was doing what they could to make a hole for the lance of mechs charging ahead. All around him were the burning chunks of metal that used to be tanks, the craggy remains of towers, and smoldering corpses. Ahead, lay the target area, a SLDF repair bay, surrounded by a lance of warhammers and at least another battalion of those pesky hunter tanks. At least that is what the scouts had been able to him before they had lost their lives. He thought to himself about how cheap life had become in the last 20 years or so, with galaxy commanders sending wave after wave of tank battalions against hard targets, rather than risk losing their precious mechs. He had become guilty of using the same tactic in this battle, but hopefully, he could make sure they hadn’t died in vain.
Through the smoke, he could see the top of the mech repair bay. His HUD indicated that SLDF must have brought in a couple dropships worth of reinforcements, or the last skirmish group had been destroyed before getting in sensor range of the repair bay. “Dee, if we go over that hill, things are gonna get messy. Call for DT to send in the battalion of beemers we’ve been sitting on.”
“Roger that, sir,” Dee replied. Dee had been recently promoted to Tigre’s second in command. He had been distinguishing himself on the battlefield recently as a great tactician. Of course, all the tactical planning in the world never held up in battle and that was the main reason that Tigre had brought him along on this assault, to see first hand if this guy was really as good under fire as the stories had said.
Dee took his CP-10-Q into a position directly to the right and slightly ahead of Tigre’s mech, using his sensors to scan through the interference so that the artillery in the rear could bring down accurate fire on the installation’s defenses. Part of him wanted to charge over the hill and blast away at the mechs that were headed towards him, but he knew that doing so would expose him to a staggering amount of firepower. He watched impatiently as the screen showed the mechs moving slightly ahead of the tanks. Any moment now those Warhammers would come into range and nervous tension would be splattered with blasts of PPC fire, gauss slugs, and missiles. This was the part of battle he hated most, the waiting.
Pulling up alongside Dee was Gobi, in his WHM-6D. He liked to keep it clean, and always had the techs shine up the bare metal finish. He had once been asked by Tigre why he requested not to have it painted in the faction colors. “I like to stand out on the battlefield, so they know who it is they are fighting. And besides,” he’d ask, “how many other pilots in the galaxy have you heard of that come up with ridiculous looking flashy paint jobs to identify themselves to the enemy? Something about bare steel is much more intimidating in my opinion.” Fortunately, his eccentricity would certainly pay off in this battle with all the IFF jamming coming from the installation.
At the back of the formation was mattbuck in his MAD-3L. He was not only a good mech pilot, he was also a very good technician. He had redesigned his mech with an ERPPC and some extra heat sinks himself. He pulled up to the ridge and waited for the word to go over firing.
Tigre addressed the troops over the comm. system, “As soon as Murphy brings in those beemers from DT, we go up the hill and engage the mechs.”
He watched the HUD for information on the approaching mechs. They were nearly there, and had pulled away from the hunter tank and most of the repair bay’s stationary defenses. “Looks like we’ll have a couple of minutes to tangle with those mechs before we need to start dodging LRM’s from those hunters,” Tigre added as an artillery shell exploded at his mech’s feet. “So much for them being out of ammo,” he added.
“Anyone here order some assault tanks?” A new voice popped in over the static.
“Heya, Murph, get those things up here, we are gonna arrange a little surprise for these boys,” said Tigre.
“On it boss,” Murphy replied. “Get those tanks into position boys, lets give those mechs a rude welcome!”
The BEH-IDF’s lumbered slowly into position behind the mech line just as SLDF’s WHM-6D’s came up over the ridge, guns blazing. A blast from one of the PPC’s cut a deep gash into one of the tanks, hitting the ammo box and setting off the tank like a bomb.
“RETURN FIRE!” shouted Tigre over the comm. system. Gobi and Tigre both fired alpha strikes at the leading warhammer, blowing chunks of armor away from the legs and torso. Dee fired a salvo of missiles at the nearest enemy, blasting armor plating from the right arm and torso. Mattbuck’s ERPPC blast hit mech number three squaring in the head, blasting a hole in the cockpit armor. The tanks started in firing a withering attack of missiles and artillery. Shells exploded all around the mechs fighting in front of them, and missiles stripped armor away from the enemy mechs. Everything was going according to plan, and then the hunters came over the hilltop.
The small tanks fired into the mass of larger units, creating total chaos on the battlefield. Missiles were flying in all directions now, with the occasional laser blast knifing through the hail. Tigre’s HGN-732 seemed to be the focal point of their attack, and his mech was rocked by explosions, stripping away tons of armor in a single salvo.
“All tanks! Fire on those hunters, lets give those mechs some protection!” barked Captain Murphy. The front line of hunter tanks was decimated under the attack of the behemoths. Just 15 seconds into battle, and already half a battalion of hunters were destroyed. But they hadn’t died without putting up a fight. Legion had already lost 3 tanks and Tigre’s mech was stripped nearly bare.
Dee charged his mech ahead, trying to get in between the four enemy mechs and Tigre, blasting away with the medium lasers and srm4’s, doing cosmetic damage to the center torso. The warhammer in front of him fired an alpha strike in return, melting the left leg of Dee’s Cyclops, his mech crumbling to the ground in a pile.
Mattbuck fired a second blast at the mech he had hit previously, blowing out its right torso, as he was hit by a blast from that mech as well. Mattbuck’s HUD showed an alert telling him what he had already assumed from the sudden lurch back to the left, that his right arm and ERPPC had just been blown off.
Gobi maneuvered his shiny mech, now sporting more than a few black spots, into position for a shot on the fourth warhammer. The tanks had really done a number on this one, as servos and what looked like melted wires hung out of the knees and left hip. This mech was about to go down for count. He blasted away with the PPC’s, hitting the right arm and vaporizing the remaining internal structure of the upper left leg. The mech balanced for a split second as it limped forward on its right leg, then, as though it were a cripple that had just had a crutch kicked out from under it, it plummeted to the ground chest first with a thud.
Tigre sighted in on the mech he had hit first, and let fly with the gauss rifle and the LRM’s. The gauss slug punched a hole through the center torso of the lead mech, blowing out a large portion of the fusion reactor containment system. A single missle from the LRM20 salvo found its way inside the hole and hit the fusion reactor, blowing the warhammer to pieces with an explosion brighter than the sun.
The tanks fired another volley toward to top of the hill. Hunter tanks exploded like popcorn kernels under the intense barrage, but not before those that were left were able to get off a final shot.
Tigre’s highlander rocked from the impact. Inside the cockpit, Tigre struggled with the controls, trying to keep the mech from falling over. A gyro had just been hit, and he had lost jump controls. He moved slowly backward, trying to put some more distance between himself and the top of the hill. Sensors indicated that the second battalion of hunters was closing in fast, and if he didn’t find some cover, his mech wouldn’t survive a second assault.
The tanks stepped up their assault as they moved forward to engage the hunter tanks, blasting artillery fire over the hill as they went. Tigre examined his sensor display and smiled as a number of the icons depicting hunter tanks stopped moving or winked out altogether. “Dee, you alright?” Tigre asked.
A dazed voice answered, “Huh? What happened? Why can’t I see anything? Tigre? Is that you?”
“Dee, focus! Can you roll that thing over and give some fire support?” Tigre asked.
There was a moment of quiet, then a slightly more composed voice answered the call, “I’m on it.” The prone mech at the base of the hill rolled over onto its side, weapons pointed to the top of the hill.
Mattbuck fired his remaining weaponry at the mech he had been dueling with, an AC5 burst tearing through the hole in the cockpit, as he was rocked by another PPC blast on the right side. “YEAH!” cheered mattbuck as a pink mist floated out of the hole in the cockpit and the mech fell lifelessly to the ground. “Two more to go!”
Standing over the mech he had just dropped, Gobi fired an alpha strike at point blank range, blowing off both arms and the other leg. The mech fell back onto its chest and lay there motionless, unable to prop itself up for another shot. He then kicked it for good measure and turned to face the last mech.
The last mech was coming in to finish off Dee, and doing so at an angle that Dee was helpless to defend from. The remaining warhammer blasted with both PPC’s, hitting Dee’s mech it the damaged leg, completely destroying it, and causing massive secondary damage in the torso.
Tigre and the others opened fire on the last mech, the lasers, particles, and gauss slugs tearing away large chunks of armor just before the slower moving missiles impacted it. The mech shook for a moment and fell unceremoniously to the ground. It seemed to try to roll over, but the gyroscopic stabilizers had apparently been destroyed, so it just lay there, impotent.
The hunter tanks rolled over the hill now, and they met the behemoths at close range. Ignoring the larger tanks, they made a suicide charge at the mechs toward the middle of the formation, blasting LRM’s as they passed through the behemoths. The assault tanks made short work of the hunters, but the behemoths couldn’t prevent the remaining hunters from launching a last ditch salvo at the mechs.
As Tigre turned to face the new attackers, he saw the white trails of the missiles headed straight for him. He watched as the missiles tracked, and braced for impact as they started to hit the mech. The cockpit went dark as the missiles exploded around him, then suddenly it was bright and hot, and then there was nothing.
The assault tanks rolled over the hill and brought their massive firepower to bear on the remaining base defenses. Gobi, Dee, and mattbuck were speechless as they looked on the remains of the Highlander standing there, black smoke pouring out of the cockpit. The battle was won. The war between Legion and SLDF would go on, but it would do so without Tigre.
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Kit_fox]
#144466 - 02/07/07 12:41 AM (129.138.30.201)
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Just a reminder to everyone. There is only ~24 hours left to post a story before the time limit is up. I will make a post when no new stories will be accepted, so if you come up with something and I have not made a post saying that time is up you should post it.
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Kit_fox]
#144471 - 02/07/07 04:09 AM (69.221.55.233)
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It all began on that cold September morning. Capt. Hayes came into my office, with a sour look on his face. As he held his icy stare I knew something was wrong. “Looks like you got what you wanted” he said, as he glanced back over his shoulder toward the radar room. “We got contacts” I asked. “Yeah, multiple contacts” he mumbled as he looked down at the floor. “They came in through a pirate jump point. Three medium dropships are burning hard for this continent. It looks like they are on a trajectory to land several clicks north of here.” Hayes said. I could tell that the bad part was still coming. “Transponders say that they are Hoc” Hayes finally added, as he turned to leave my office as abruptly as he entered.
Now it’s true, I was looking for a little action. My men were getting a little soft. HoC’s kind of action was the last thing I wanted. On this backwater rock we would be hard pressed to mount any kind of defense, let alone hope for survival. They were on their way, that was a fact. Why they were on their way had yet to be discovered. My intel on this world said there was nothing here of value, but they had to be here for a reason.
Well after choking down my coffee, the preparations began. SRM teams were sent to protect the perimeter of Oxala, the largest city on this continent. They would not last long before routing but I had to at least try to defend the city. With RavinDark’s Locust out with a gyro problem, I couldn’t even field a full company against them. My Battlemaster “Jumbo” packed a punch, but not nearly what we needed. The only chance we had was to use short, hit and run attacks. Guerilla warfare was not my specialty, but I would need to learn fast if the Ravagers were to survive this. After some thought, I decided on a three pronged attack.
Lacking orbital defenses, the dropships would land unscathed. The damage would need to be done on the ground. I figured their primary target must be Oxala, so the ambush would be laid along their route from their landing zone to Oxala. I sent DragonBait north with his medium lance. He said that he had a great idea, but sharing it would spoil the fun. “Great, this is fun?” I said. “Sir, yes sir” he said with a smirk. “Ok, I trust you. But this better be good” I yelled across the coms. His Griffin Saluted, which is not easy to do with a mech, and turned to the north to head for the Argen forest.
“Levonne” I called across the scout lance channel. “Where to sir” he answered back promptly. “I want you on the far side of that ridge. “When the Horde comes knockin on our front door, I want you to answer it!” I said, trying my best to sound like I knew what I was doing. “You got it sir. When the hostile force engages, we will hit their right flank”
The trap was set, now if only these vibrabomb’s we set along the highway could be brought in to play. The swamps around Oxala made me almost certain any heavy elements they had would be coming that way. Hover craft would be able to skirt the swamps, making life miserable for the cities defenders. They would be cut off and on their own but as long as I could keep the main force away they just might hold.
I looked around to take in the view, feeling that might be the last peaceful moment of my very short life. “Stop your grinnin and drop your linen. I’ve got contacts 3 kilometers to the east” Sgt. Wild burst across the secure channel. “Looks like a reinforced light lance trailed by a company” Sgt. Wild added. “Roger that, move into attack positions. Keep working that Cyclops’s sensors Wild, they may be our ace in the hole today.” I barked. Across the plain I could now see them, standard 6 abreast scout pattern. “Looks like they have a Hollander” said Sgt. Wild, the rapid pulse of the radar display pinging in the background. “Concentrate fire on him” I ordered.
Capt. SilentChyld’s Archer let go of a full volley of lrm’s catching the Hollander by surprise. A ppc from Capt. Vlad’s Thunderbolt finishing it off by sending it’s left leg flying from under it. In the midst of the prairie, it keeled over. “One down” I cried “What’s the status of that company Wild?” ” They should be hitting the…” was all Wild managed to say before the shock wave hit us. Two seconds later there was a blinding flash and a second wave of vibration. “Ammo hit sir. Looks like we got em good” Wild chimed in.
As the pyrotechnic display dimmed, I could hear Levonne barking orders to his lance. “Under heavy fire, what should we do sir?” he asked. “We can’t take this kind of pounding much longer.” So the order was given to fall back to our position. “When you link up with us, we’ll withdraw to the north along the Argen forest.” Get DragonBait on the line Wild, tell him were bringing the party to him.”
“Damn it, Lopez, punch out!” I screamed. “I can get that Victor sir. If I can just......” Lopez yelled back as I turned the com off. A Zeus’s large laser Splashed across his Crusaders right hip, creating a stream of molten steel that poured down the mech welding the hip joint solid. As the Crusader turned and fell, the Victor delivered the final insult. “My god” Wild shrieked, “Lopez just took an ac20 to the torso. He’s fighting a reactor containment breech” “Fall back now” I barked, sweat pouring down my body from the heat of my repeated ppc fire. “Where the hell is DragonBait?” I yelped to Wild. “Four reactors coming on line as we speak sir. Moving fast now from right behind us.” Wild answered.
“Where” I yelled as I saw the jump jet flairs of Dragonbait’s Griffin pass just over my head. Bounding once off the ground, then back high into the air. Despite heavy incoming fire he never flinched while aiming his death from above attack. Like a ninja, he smashed his right knee into the cockpit of the deadly Victor. It was a perfect strike, right through the cockpit glass. Like a headless giant it listed to the right, and then fell backwards. With the demise of the Victor, everything seemed to stop. “Sir, that Victor must have been the leader. All Hoc forces are pulling back.” Wild said across my private channel “It seems they did not find what they were looking for sir” “Well what ever it is, I hope they don’t come back lookin for it again”I said, relieved that it was over. “A point of interest sir, my sensors say that the Victors pilot ejected right before impact.” Wild added. “A hover car is retrieving him as we speak.” "Ahab to all troops, stand down!"
The damage was horrific, especially in Oxala, but the HoC warriors had fought with honor. Upon their departure, they beamed down a message saying their business here was done. They never did return. I guess they eventually found what ever it was they were looking for somewhere else. If they had found what they were looking for here, I doubt we would have won that day.
That was the last time I ever piloted Jumbo. She’s parked in the hanger down by the lake in a museum. I said “I’ll take you down to see her one day Bobby.” “That would be cool grandpa, but I really want to go over to Uncle Lopez’s house tomorrow”. “Ok Bobby, Ok. Time for bed. Goodnite.” I said.
Ahab out.....................
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: AhabDarab]
#144505 - 02/07/07 09:55 AM (4.244.165.108)
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I took a slightly different approach, more of a quick History Channel featurette.
En Empire's History - The NNC
A Brave New World
In the beginning, two hundred and twelve settlers came to a small patch of land they named Strana Mechty and formed the basis of our society. This group of stalwart explorers had created a society which has lasted to this day approximately sixty years according to the local calander on Neveron. Gathered from scraps of information found in obscure locations have revealed glimpses into our past that otherwise would never have been available to the public. Warfare in a dangerous land that should have brought us to extiction numerous times have destroyed many records and as such we will never be able to reconstuct our entire history. However, from what we have gathered so far, this is our story.
The newcommers to this land quickly erected their first structure to house themselves and the new leader whom had claimed the mantle of emporer and an “honorary” title of SCUM which at his innaugural speach said, “It’s an inside joke.”. After much in the way in shaking of heads the Council of Lords, those reponsible for civilian growth and overseeing the government at the time, petitioned the Neveron Gaming Commission for status as an empire to receive the necessary funds for expansion. After the emporer drafted one hundred and twelve of the settlers into the first national guard, they were quickly sent to task to expanding the settlement allowing for natural growth and for additional immigrants to join them. The very next day to unify his people, and because the commission wouldn’t send him funding otherwise, he named his new nation the Not-Named Clan. Unfortunately the Commission didn’t find the name very humerous and “forgot” to send the first couple of checks.
Era of Prosperity
The NNC continued to grow and eventually expanded into the nearby cities of Huntress, Port Arthur, and the site which for many years was their capitol, Terra. At this stage in the empire’s life, it’s people were in relative safety and were not challenged militarily for a period of approximately two to three decades and thus focused on civil expansion, building many research and commercial centers. Near the beginning of this period the NNC joined a loose affiliation of empires led by Rianna’s Roughriders, an equally peacefull group dedicated to trade, cooperative research, and mutual defense through an extensive diplomatic network.
Defences at first were little more than disorganised groups of jeeps, scorpions, and infantry. It is fortunate that they were never challenged due to them being poorly equipped and even more poorly trained. As income grew, so did the defence budget. Jeeps were replaced by scorpions, and scorpions were replaced by larger units until the army consisted of legions of cockatrice missile tanks, three javelins and a brand new firefly. All this protection came at a price, the maintenance choked the empire’s income to the point that the NNC had to begin replacing several of it’s CCT-1As with less expensive MAN-0s or face financial ruin.
Trial by Fire
One evening while Emporer SCUM was on extended vacation four-wheeling in his custom JEP-MG, a new threat emerged. Without warning enemy forces decended and began taking over a large swath of undefended terrain. Unfortunately this undefended terrain was where the late emporer was vacationing. The late emporer’s Jeep was found flatened apearantly by one of the enemy mechs and recognisable only by the unique colors he had his vehicle painted. With the loss of the emporer and enemy battlemechs approaching the capitol, civilians and soldiers alike were in panic. The poorly skilled javelins attempted to engage the approaching mechs, a Drand Dragon, another heavy, and a medium. Particle Cannons, Long Range Missiles, and Lasers hammered the javelins as they attempted to close the distance. Franticly the pilots fired their Medium Lasers and missing more often than not, they knew they were outclassed. One fell before it could score a successful hit, the second after only two, the third fared only slightly better scoring four hits; after felling the javelins like useless timber, the enemy advanced.
A visiting emporer, allied to the NNC, by the name of JamesO arrived on the scene to find support staff and unit commanders either in shock or attempting to flee. James was reported to have backhanded one of the unit commanders and yelled at the rest. After a few minutes of “convincing”, the unit commanders rallied to face the approaching onslought. Anticipating an easy conquest, the enemy mechs casually strolled towards the capitol building destroying the occasional jeep to show itself and stepping on those who got too close. Upon climbing the hill before them, they finnaly met reistance of note, approximately 24 Cockatrice missile tanks perhed atop the next rise. Shocked but not stunned, the attackers ran to close the distance. Wave after wave of missiled rained from the heavens scoring hit after hit. One of those missiles pierced the glass of the Grand Dragon’s cockpit before exploding. As the headless corpse lurched and fell, the last blast from it’s Particle Projection Cannon set hit a CCT’s exposed ammunition bin setting off a tremendous explosion. The determined vehicle drivers continued to fire, they were the line in the sand. The line was to be held at all costs, and it held, the medium battlemech was able to destory one and damage two more Cockatrice before falling. The remaining mech was un recognisable by the time it approached the line; one arm gone and another mere tatters of useless metal, multiple holes large enough to see daylight through the mech and a noticable limp in the left leg as it struggled to close the distance. As it came to the very edge of the firing line, whithering fire from the defenders sheared the remaining armor from the leg. Pulling back it’s good leg for a kick, the beaten Internal Structure finnaly snapped. Unceremonially, it fell on top of the CCT trapping the crew for 8 hours as support techs labored to remove the opponent’s remains.
A new emporer, Emporer SCUM II, was chosen from among the most daring of the remaining unit commanders. Rebuilding was slow and expensive, around this time a new weapon called the InDerect Fire Cannon was introduced. Wanting to take advantage of these new weapons, funds were given to research firms to incorperate these weapons onto tower platforms. A few vehicles supporting this weapons platform were purchased as well. Overall the upgrade program suffered from poor leadership, the cost of these new weapons was crippling the budget. In addition, the commanders had virtually no experience dealing with their new toys.
Years passed and new mechs were purchased. The NNC had aquired a Centurion, a Hoplite, and an Ostsol in addition to the Firefly which did not participate in the previous war because all of it’s weapons were configured for low power use during training. Eventually the NNC’s researchers unlocked the secrets of vehicle production, within a month the “Jihad Squad” edition JEP-MG was rolling off the assembly lines. Not long after this JEP-SRMs replaced them in production. This period of respite did not last.
Impending Doom
Though Rianna’s Roughriders and affiliates remained largly unaffected by the ravages of war, this would not remain the case. A new philosophy of war was sweeping the planet of Neveron, where entire factions were crushed in brutal conflicts started for no other reason other than that you were not in a current conflict. Because of the brutality, the unthinkable would happen, pilots of mechs, vehicles, and even infantry ran from their brothers to join the oppressors for fear of being crushed. As this new way of war was taking hold in the minds of soldier and officer alike, it was inevitable that the way of the peaceful diplomat no longer had a chance.
Have HoC Will Travel
Countless legions of HoC battlemechs and sniper vehicles had begun attacking and destroying the peacefull breatheren of the NNC. It was only a matter of time before we too were attacked.
A HoC assault battallion rolled across our land, taking Port Arthur, Strana Mechty, and Huntress. The few defenders who were stationed in these cities were crushed by the might of this war machine. Then came the hammer. Attacking from the north, the enemy had begun raining hell from the heavens. A continuous barrage of InDirect Fire cannon rained seemingly from every direction, radio chatter was filled by the shocked howls of crews who could not see where the destruction was coming from. One after another Jeeps and Manticores fell victim to the invisible enemy. A frantic centurion pilot suicidally rushed head on into half a dozen mechs. Valiant as his struggle was, it did not last long, his mech was disected by weapons fire like many a poor frog in highschool biology. Again and again, voices on their radios grew more frantic as after each voice who fell silent. It did not last long, but it broke the empire, immediately after the battle the NNC sued for peace which was approved, granted, and enforced by the Neveron Gaming Commision. Again, the emporer fell in combat, among the capitols refugees he was not found.
New Friends
Newly raised Emporer SCUM III took a hard look at the empire and the current situation and deemed it necessary to find new allies if the empire was to survive this new trend in warfare. Ender and MadMax, members of a faction called the Order of the Terran Knights offered an invitation for NNC to join them and learn their ways of warfare. SCUM III eagerly accepted the invitation and settled in shortly there after. Unfortunately we were not given much time to learn. Shortly after the dust settled from the first conflict, another HoC empire landed taking the colony of Tharkad before we were able to sue for peace again. About a years respite was broken by yet another attack, only this time from two DEST empires. New Avalon fell, and with it the last of the empire’s mechs and our only repair bay. And once again, our emporer fell in battle, Emporer SCUM IV assumed command. Beaten and battered beyond recognition, the survivors began to rebuild yet again.
Learning from his new factionmates Emporer SCUM IV began to build a more efficient and better trained army corp. After years of rebuilding infrastructure and armed forces, leadership decided to be on the attacking side for once. After recon reports found a suitable target, we declared War.
From Researcher to Warrior
-CLASSIFIED- units and -CLASSIFIED- rolled forth disgorging InDirect and Long Range Missile fire destroying the few scorpions and jeeps who stood in their path. The battle was quick, clean and clearly a victory. Soldiers who had recently born the brunt of defeat after humiliating defeat had tasted victory, and victory was addictive.
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Kit_fox
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Kit_fox]
#144532 - 02/08/07 12:02 AM (129.138.30.201)
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And that is the cut off. Give me a few days to read everything.
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mattbuck
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Kit_fox]
#144535 - 02/08/07 01:07 AM (128.243.220.22)
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Good luck Kit.
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: mattbuck]
#144599 - 02/09/07 04:26 PM (199.68.77.235)
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Here's a good story.
Once upon a time there was a really cool and fun game with a very rich community.
Then a great dark cloud decended upon this utopia.
It was......
"The Features"
Then came.....
"The Fwar"
and then.....
"The SOI"
and then.....
more of the same.......
And the bank account of the donee shrank and shrank and shrank, until finally the game died.
quietly.
just as it started.
the end.
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Toscotto]
#144605 - 02/09/07 05:43 PM (142.68.180.137)
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hey toscotto, I see you still have that stick up your ass. Thanks for sharing that story though. I'm sure everyone appreciates you being an asshole. `k, bye.
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Dee]
#144613 - 02/10/07 09:21 AM (128.243.220.22)
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You forgot... the CRAWL.
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Kit_fox
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Kit_fox]
#144635 - 02/11/07 11:58 PM (129.138.30.201)
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bohmerov, your story won so you should have a PM from me to work out transfer details. Congratulations.
To everyone else, thank you very much for entering into the contest. I loved each entry for different reasons. As a result I won't try ranking who gets first, second, third, and so forth because it would be simply too hard for me to decide.
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Kit_fox]
#144639 - 02/12/07 02:54 AM (128.243.220.22)
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Kit, you are and will always be insanely cool. Please don't leave for good.
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: mattbuck]
#144644 - 02/12/07 08:02 AM (12.215.87.252)
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Quote:
hey toscotto, I see you still have that stick up your ass. Thanks for sharing that story though. I'm sure everyone appreciates you being an asshole. `k, bye.
Wow, to think i actually valued your opinion at one time scares me, and makes me question my judge of character.
Kit will always be cool, and dee will, i guess, just a name calling child. If what I said was not true, then by all means show me how it is and I will gladly apologise to all of what remains of Neveron. Please remember that this was a story telling thread, and I merely contributed as instructed. Yes, it was after the cutoff, and yes, I had no hope of winning. So I must bow to your utter domination of the story telling campfire we all sit around, and humbly cower and whimper in your abilities put me in my place by using such big words.
What a tool.
Actually people do appreciate the free and unobstructed exchange of ideas and thoughts, and thanks to you for showing your ability to take sarcastic commentary oh so well dee.
This is an example of why the game is about ready to go. A truely fun person like Kit is finally going (even though it sounds like RL issues and not in game ones) to leave, leaving only the floaters, like Dee in the bowl.
yup, just a bunch of turds floating in the once great toilet made of gold.
well, at least one anyway.
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Kit_fox]
#144645 - 02/12/07 08:34 AM (128.176.216.116)
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a well-deserved win imo.
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Dee
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Toscotto]
#144646 - 02/12/07 09:51 AM (142.68.180.137)
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You see, toscotto, I don't care about your opinion. You have a problem with me? So what. Go blow your smoke somewhere else.
You come into this thread, seemingly trying to hijack it with your bullshit "nev is stoopid and dying" post. Your existence in this thread brought down what is an otherwise very cool way to bow out of the game. Sarcasm and whatever you were trying to accomplish is better left in the places where other people expect to see them.
I find it funny you would even try to insult me at all since you're not very good at it. Unobstructed echange of ideas and whatever else you want to call your post is totally out of line here and you know it. However you want to go off and think of yourself about it doesn't change a thing.
I handle all the other stuff, posted in other places, in stride but why then would you feel it is appropriate to come in here (where Kit was asking for actually serious attempts at story telling) and run your mouth like that, hmm?
Ah yes, but people like you have no other purpose than to try and bring everyone else down. Must be fun for you to do it all the time.
Like I said though, thanks for the story. I'm sure everyone appreciates you being an asshole. 'k bye.
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Re: Story Contest: Level 7 Empire Prize
[Re: Dee]
#144671 - 02/12/07 11:12 PM (68.73.112.63)
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Congratulations Bohmerov, you have written a well crafted story indeed. You deserve the victory and I salute you.
Thank you Kit Fox for a fun contest, I hope one day to see you return to Nev.
Ahab out...................
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"We Set The Standards"
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