__________ __________/ \__________ <__________ Turn 1 __________> \__________/ _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 1 Gamefile Sent To: Bottom Burp (Orange) (timmy@multiline.com.au) Date Sent: Tuesday February 24, 1998 at 07:18 PM EST Date Gamefile Due: Thursday February 26, 1998 at 7:18 PM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Tuesday February 24, 1998 at 07:51 PM EST by Dark Lord Pi to all players; *********************** Official Turn Report Template ****************** REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME 12, TURN 1, SIDE 1. ======================================================================== Krys Oline picked up her pack, examining the dust that had accumilated on the bottom of it. Three priests huddled around their leader who lay on the ground, rubbing his bloodied nose. She huffed the pack over one shoulder, turning to leave. "Wait!" Krys' eyes spoke of fire as she glared down at the zealots. Their leader had his hand raised toward her, blood dripping from it to the loose soil. He rose, brushing off his weaker associates. "Go hang thyself over a bumpkin fire," Krys intoned, her tiny body trembling with the words. "Please. We need your assistance, Ms. Oline," the leader begged, but his voice remained deep and soothing. Krys sneared. She looked carfully at these zealots. The wore long, white robes over tunics -- the leader's purple, the other's blue. The leader was different than the others, less pure and stronger physically, but nonetheless strange. They claimed to be of a new religion, one that Krys had never heard of in her travels, and had been following her ever since she left The Citadel, a large free-town that was a hub for local mercenary activity. "I do not believe in you so-called god, Mister, and I do not like to be followed." The leader walked forward, Krys braced her right arm to prepare another punch. "My name is Politician Jones, and I do not care what you believe in for that will not make the Master any less real." Politician Jones removed a sack from under his robes and tossed it at Krys' feet. The bag spilled open, spreading gold coins around the floor. Krys weighed the bag with her eyes, it was more than a year's work. "I don't believe in your god..." "You do not have to. We just want your services. The Master only needs you to find some lost goods of ours." Krys backed up. The words of her teacher, Dragon Knight Philip, came to her quickly: 'If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is.' "All this is mine?" she said, pointing a bony finger at the bag. "This is your down payment. The same will be given for each of goods that you find." Krys looked at the money one last time, then extended her hand. "It's a deal." The priests all turned to leave. "But what exactly am I looking for?" As Politician Jones' next words came out, the sky darkened and lightning echoed his words: "The five great items of DOOM!" The other priests dropped to the ground, humbled by the words. * * * Krys reached the dark cave known by the inhabitants as Cave Fear, her long sword wavered in her right hand. It magically lit up the air surrounding it. The air stank of burnt flesh. A flash of lightning from outside showed the remains of a dead knight, still dressed in full plate-mail armour. Krys dropped to the ground at the bones, crying. She jumped as a hand touched her shoulder. Turning, she saw the Ghost of the man that lay before her. "Dragon Knight Philip?" she coughed, amazed. "Yes my favorite pupil. I have decided to protect you in your journey. As old as I was I could not in life, and so I have released my spirit to guard you." Tears, rare for Krys, trickled down her cheeks. "They've made me a Leftenant to lead their forces should the need arise, but I do not trust them." "Do not fear. I shall protect you as long as I am able, Krys." Krys gulped as more thunder and lightning began outside, bringing with it the downpour of rain. -- SO begins B12. wahahaahaha Gold at Start of Turn: 13039 Lt. Oline frees an Elemental from NW Ghost. Lt. Oline frees a Ghost from NW Ghost. Elemental pillages Scout(175 gold) at 12. Spiders bought at 12 for 700 gold. Griffins bought at 01 for 1700 gold. 01 renamed The Citadel 01. 12 renamed Fort True 12. Final Cities: 2 Gold: 10814 Income: 112 Expenses: 0. Lt. Oline Experience: 6 Change from last turn: +6 *** File Transfer: Round R=B Game xx=12. Next Player's Turn yy=1 Side z=2 _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Wednesday February 25, 1998 at 01:03 AM EST by Justin Nafziger to all players; I guess I was a little hasty in sending my turn report. Besides the numerous spelling errors in the role-play, I have also erorred in listing NW Ghost twice instead of attributing the Elemental's freedom from NW Elemental. Sorry about that. _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Wednesday February 25, 1998 at 10:21 AM EST by Tim Lethbridge to all players; Round B, Turn 01, Side 2 (Bottom Burp, Blue) Initial Change Final Hero 1 exp 0 +6 6 Hero 1 lev 1 0 1 Cities 1 0 1 Gold 13039 -1200 11839 Income 64 0 64 Expenses 25 -25 0 In the feisty town of 02, a pair of lovers watch as their son swings his sword in the front yard. The son yells, jumps in the air and at a speed inaccessible to the human eye, slices the head off an old lady who is walking by. "Oh dear," his mother says, a grave look on her face. "Calm down, Bill," his father calls to him. But by this time Bill has forgotten about the sword, and has proceeded to crawl around in the grass as if he is a snake. Normally this sight would cause the townspeople to stare. Any other townspeople. But the people of 02 are used to Bill's erratic, nay, lunatic behaviour. It was said that the marriage of brother and sister would bring nought but evil, but Bill's parents had ignored him. Yet although Bill is a raving maniac, he has grown up strong and powerful, with the intelligence to fight battles, despite often believing he is fighting a race of jelly creatures. It is for this reason that, upon the founding of the new beliefs, Bill is approached, cautiously, by the mayor of the town. "Bill," the mayor says. Bill sits up, staring. "We were wondering if you would like to be the hero of our new religion?" Bill grins stupidly, then replies, in a rare moment of clarity, "What is the religion?" "Well," the mayor replies. "Quite frankly, it's about getting large amounts of money to increase our own leisure at the expense of others. And we think you're the perfect person to be a missionary for our cause." Bill frowns. "Okay," he finally says, clapping his hands together like a seal. "But first, let's rename the town." "Oh, okay," the Mayor says. "To something like, Victory City?" "I was thinking more of, Bread Basket 02." The mayor lets out a deep sigh. "I see." After ordering heavy cavalary to be built in the newly named, Bread Basket 02 (for a cost of 1200), Bill sets out of the main gates of the village. As he is leaving, a scout approaches him. "Please sir," the scout says. "I am coming with you." Bill stares at the scout, looking briefly confused. Suddenly his face fills with fear, and he retracts his sword from its sheath. The scout turns to run, but is cut down before he has taken a step. Bill smiles, turns and walks off. It has long been debated exactly what went through his mind at that moment. If anything. Deciding which way to go by throwing his sword in the air and seeing which way it ended up facing, Bill heads off into the forest. He explores some deep ruins, finding an Elemental and a Ghost in NE Elemental and NE Ghost respectively. An extra ghost attempted to follow him, but he sent it straight back to hell. "I hear enough voices in my own head," Bill was heard to remark. "I don't need ghosts hanging around too." Next: Turn 01, Side 3. ************************************************* "This orange juice is wonderfully cold." "Is it, really?" _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 1 Gamefile Sent To: Mikey182 (Green) (wookie@picknowl.com.au) Date Sent: Wednesday February 25, 1998 at 10:21 AM EST Date Gamefile Due: Friday February 27, 1998 at 10:21 AM EST (In GMT+0930: Saturday February 28, 1998 at 12:51 AM) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Thursday February 26, 1998 at 07:39 AM EST by Tim Lethbridge to all players; Round B, Turn 01, Side 2 (Bottom Burp, Blue) Initial Change Final Hero 1 exp 0 +6 6 Hero 1 lev 1 0 1 Cities 1 0 1 Gold 13039 -1200 11839 Income 64 0 64 Expenses 25 -25 0 02 renamed to Bread Basket 02. Heavy Cavalry built in Bread Basket 02 for 1200 gold. Bill explores NE Elemental, finds one Elemental. Bill explores NE Ghost, finds two ghosts, disbands one. ********************************************************* In the feisty town of 02, a pair of lovers watch as their son swings his sword in the front yard. The son yells, jumps in the air and at a speed inaccessible to the human eye, slices the head off an old lady who is walking by. "Oh dear," his mother says, a grave look on her face. "Calm down, Bill," his father calls to him. But by this time Bill has forgotten about the sword, and has proceeded to crawl around in the grass as if he is a snake. Normally this sight would cause the townspeople to stare. Any other townspeople. But the people of 02 are used to Bill's erratic, nay, lunatic behaviour. It was said that the marriage of brother and sister would bring nought but evil, but Bill's parents had ignored him. Yet although Bill is a raving maniac, he has grown up strong and powerful, with the intelligence to fight battles, despite often believing he is fighting a race of jelly creatures. It is for this reason that, upon the founding of the new beliefs, Bill is approached, cautiously, by the mayor of the town. "Bill," the mayor says. Bill sits up, staring. "We were wondering if you would like to be the hero of our new religion?" Bill grins stupidly, then replies, in a rare moment of clarity, "What is the religion?" "Well," the mayor replies. "Quite frankly, it's about getting large amounts of money to increase our own leisure at the expense of others. And we think you're the perfect person to be a missionary for our cause." Bill frowns. "Okay," he finally says, clapping his hands together like a seal. "But first, let's rename the town." "Oh, okay," the Mayor says. "To something like, Victory City?" "I was thinking more of, Bread Basket 02." The mayor lets out a deep sigh. "I see." After ordering heavy cavalary to be built in the newly named, Bread Basket 02 (for a cost of 1200), Bill sets out of the main gates of the village. As he is leaving, a scout approaches him. "Please sir," the scout says. "I am coming with you." Bill stares at the scout, looking briefly confused. Suddenly his face fills with fear, and he retracts his sword from its sheath. The scout turns to run, but is cut down before he has taken a step. Bill smiles, turns and walks off. It has long been debated exactly what went through his mind at that moment. If anything. Deciding which way to go by throwing his sword in the air and seeing which way it ended up facing, Bill heads off into the forest. He explores some deep ruins, finding an Elemental and a Ghost in NE Elemental and NE Ghost respectively. An extra ghost attempted to follow him, but he sent it straight back to hell. "I hear enough voices in my own head," Bill was heard to remark. "I don't need ghosts hanging around too." Next: Turn 01, Side 3. ************************************************* "This orange juice is wonderfully cold." "Is it, really?" _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 1 Gamefile Sent To: ShirKhan (Blue) (jwtatom@mindspring.com) Date Sent: Saturday February 28, 1998 at 11:13 PM EST Date Gamefile Due: Tuesday March 3, 1998 at 11:13 PM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Saturday February 28, 1998 at 11:13 PM EST by wookie@picknowl.com.au to all players; Round B, Turn 01, Side 3 (mikey182, Red) Initial Change Final Hero 1 exp 0 +6 6 Hero 1 lev 1 0 1 Cities 1 +1 2 Gold 13039 -1975 11064 Income 64 +64 112 Expenses 25 -25 0 03 renamed to "03 - The New World Order" [because of internal game limitations, it is '03 - NWO'] 33 renamed to "33 - The city of Dwarves" ['33 - DC'] Griffons built in 03 - The New World Order for 1700 gold. Dwarven warriors built in 33 - the city of Dwarves for 450 gold. Roberts explores SE Elemental, finds one Elemental. Roberts explores SE Ghost, finds two ghosts, disbands one. ********************************************************* "It is done." remarked the man in black. The mayor of the imaginatively named town 03 looked up from his desk. "You have the map ?" "Yes. It has taken many months, and my time is valuable." His mask hid any emotion not carried with his words. "Then you must be compensated. But thankyou. The whole town thanks you. We do, however, have one more thing to ask." "Don't you always ?" It wasn't impatience creeping into his voice, it was his growing excitement. He loved to feel needed, so he would do whatever it took. "This map - the one that you have made of the areas around our North-West - we must control it." "Why ?" The man in black knew it was within his ability, but something disturbed him. "What is this need to conquer ?" The mayor had not seen this coming. How could his mercenary be playing moral games with *him* ? He did not know what it was like to rule - the power, the responsibility. But mostly the power, it was intoxicating, it fed his starving soul. He did not know that power could not provide the true sustainence he needed. It was just empty calories - the sugar rush of the soul. Still he wanted more. "Do you trust my judgement ?" "Yes mayor, you have done well for me and my hometown." "Then believe me when I say our town, in order to survive, must expand to the northwest. It cannot be helped. We must do it as peacefully as we can - but we MUST do it. I will try to explain when I can, but for now just take my word for it. We have no time to waste." The plan was laid out. The conquest would begin. The man in black bid farewell to the mayor, perhaps for the last time. "You do well for your home. But before you go, I never did know your name." "Roberts." "No, that won't do. Not nearly menacing enough. That's it! I have it - from now on you are to be known as 'The dread pirate Roberts'. I will start the rumours. The mere sound of your name will make grown men and women quiver alike - but for altogether different reasons." Roberts did not blush. "Fare thee well, Roberts. You have nearly all the gold of the town at your disposal - please use it wisely." Roberts left and the mayor set the wheels in motion. His first act being the renaming of the capital city to "03 - The New World Order". He would succeed, of that he had no doubt. At the back of his mind though, a tiny voice was struggling to be heard. He was too busy to listen.... The dread pirate Roberts was, in fact, quite sick of the sea by now. But how else to expand but to navigate the treacherous straits ? Rumours abounded about the use of supernatural allies, and where better to find out than the old temple ruins to the South..... Next: Turn 01, Side 4. **************************************************** "Authorised representative of Kimba the White Lion." _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Saturday February 28, 1998 at 11:21 PM EST by wookie@picknowl.com.au to all players; Round B, Turn 01, Side 3 (mikey182, Red) ** addition to turn report ** ... forgot to mention : An elemental defeated the NEUTRAL city 33, and pillaged the scouts for 175 gold. _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Monday March 02, 1998 at 02:11 PM EST by "John W. Tatom" to all players; REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME B12, TURN 1, SIDE 04 (Blue) Start of Turn: Gold =13039, Hero (Famine) Experience=0 Hero Action: Famine searches SW Elemental and recruits Elemental. Famine searches SW Ghost and recruits Ghost. Battles: Elemental defeats nuetral scout at City 42. Income: Outflow: Elephants purchased at City 04 for 1500 gp. Orcish Mobs purchased at City 42 for 300 gp. Other Action: City 04 renamed Logica. City 42 renamed LessResistance. Final Results: Cities: 2 Gold: 11414 Income: 112 Expenses: 0 Final Hero Experience: 6 Change from last turn: +6 *** The Science and Engineering Organization had no formal authority to hire an outside consultant, but they had grown weary of the red-tape associated with making requests through traditional channels. After hearing of a Mongolian speaker who espoused the benefits of logic and reason, they invited him to speak to their assembled officials. Though they had been skeptical when they heard that this speaker, ShirKhan, had no formal training in the sciences, they had resolved to keep an open mind until they had heard his speech. Now that ShirKhan had spoken, they stared at each other with mouths hanging open and minds trying to grasp the full impact of what had just been said. "Well, you are supposed to be logical people. Is there some flaw you find in my statements?" ShirKhan asked, looking around the room. "I repeat, you must initiate a cull of the human population as soon as possible." Struggling to find his voice, the Mathematics Representative managed to say "Many theories are logical in a pure sense, but are impossible to implement due to practical constraints..." "True perhaps, but not applicable in this case. I can handle the implementation side of things, given adequate funding," ShirKhan replied without hesitation. The Biology Representative finally overcame his reluctance to disagree with the imposing speaker. "But the people will not go for it. They are accustomed to an ever-improving standard of living --" "And are thereby destroying it," ShirKhan said quickly with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You should know that nature does not operate without limits. What happens when you run out of resources, or more realistically, room to live? In the absence of a natural restriction on human life -- a situation which science has created -- artificial means must be used. It is no different than with any other animal population." "What about birth control?" someone asked. "Ineffective at this point. If your sum is too large, adding more slowly is not a solution. You must subtract -- that should be obvious." The Astronautics Representative, trembling with fear as much as anger, stood up and shouted,"There is a solution, and you know it! We only have to increase funding to our Space Program and convince the people of its importance. Then we simply move people to other places. Admittedly, we don't have any candidate planets yet..." "Ahh, the Scout among you has spoken," scoffed ShirKhan. "You may have a solution, or you may be merely repeating the problem on a larger scale. But at any rate, you do not have enough popular support. Your services are no longer required." Before anyone else could move or even speak, ShirKhan's hand made a single fluid motion of producing a knife from his sleeve and hurling it at the Astronautics Representative. Even if he had been alive, which he was not, he would have been unable to continue speaking with the knife in his throat. ShirKhan sighed. "Tragically, there will be others like him in every city. I have no time to debate the issue, so their fate will be the same as his." After pausing long enough to confirm his belief that there was no further opposition, ShirKhan continued as a gaunt figure entered the room. "I would like you all to meet a friend of mine. I believe, in apocalyptic terms, you might refer to him as Famine. He will begin the process we have discussed by closing off the irrigation sytem that brings water from the mountains. Hungry, thirsty people tend to be easier to whip into a frenzy." _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 2 Gamefile Sent To: Dark Lord Pi (White) (nafziger@scf.usc.edu) Date Sent: Monday March 02, 1998 at 02:11 PM EST Date Gamefile Due: Wednesday March 4, 1998 at 2:11 PM EST (In GMT-0800: Wednesday March 4, 1998 at 11:11 AM) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ __________ __________/ \__________ <__________ Turn 2 __________> \__________/ _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 2 Gamefile Sent To: Bottom Burp (Yellow) (timmy@multiline.com.au) Date Sent: Wednesday March 04, 1998 at 11:49 AM EST Date Gamefile Due: Friday March 6, 1998 at 11:49 AM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Wednesday March 04, 1998 at 12:18 PM EST by Dark Lord Pi to all players; *********************** Official Turn Report Template ****************** REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME 12, TURN 2, SIDE 1. ======================================================================== Gold at Start of Turn: 10926 Krys awoke to the sounds of birds chip-churping peacefully outside. The air smelt of fresh, morning dew and the heavenly scent of wildflowers and spring. So when Lt. Oline left the cave she had slept in, she covered her nose with a hankerchief. The road was long and winding on the way to town so Krys just stopped. She turned and looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, Dragon Knight Philip's ghost was still following her. A sigh of relief awashed her body, but hse gave no visible indications with her face. "If I am not mistaken, thou can carryeth me over these mountains, Master Philip." The old ghost chuckled, our at least he would have if he had the vocal cords to. Instead his laugh came off as an eerie hiss. "It shall be my pleasure, Krys. But I am no longer your teacher, only in spirit." Again the ghost tried his eerie chuckle. It did not last long and in no time were they flying south-east. As they arrived back in The Citadel, Krys noticed how much the place had changed. No longer was it known mearly as the one. Also, huge Griffin avairies filled the castle walls and nearby caves. Everyone was in full production, churning out war materials. Most amazingly was the lack of churches to one of the various Pagean gods, only a Church called Education remained. "Let us out," Krys whispered to her ghost, afraid of staying a moment longer. "Not much has changed recently?" Krys furled her eyebrows and rubbed her chin. "It was nothing like this yesterday. Maybe..." "The people who hired you?" Krys tossed a rock at the nearby river. It skimmed twice before sinking. "Have thoust ever come to know of the items of DOOM!?" Dragon Knight Philip froze completely still, or at least as still as a ghost can freeze. His eyes were ablaze with fear, even in death. "Did...", he mumbled, having to repeat each word, "t-thou s-say t-the items of D-DOOM!?" Krys' eyes widened also. "Yes." "Never have such words been to me whispered of them," Philip shrugged and turned away. Krys stared, mouth agape, as Philip started to walk down a path that led south-east. He stopped, "Follow, my child." Krys sighed and followed her old, now dead, teacher. Meanwhilst at Fort True: Politcian Jones stretched his fingers as he watched the townspeople fix up their town. He smiled deviously, to himself, when the door suddenly opened. His secretary, a petite, albiet attractive, woman led a monsterously huge man in the door. The man stood at almost ten feet and was a third as wide from shoulder to shoulder. A smile played on Lazarus Jones' lips as he noticed the two, large wings that were attached to the man's back. "Mr. Archon to see thou," the secretary smiled, closing the door behind herself. "Mr. Archon?" Lazarus laughed. The Archon shrugged, "Quick notice." Politician Jones played in his swivel chair. "Which is why thoust stand before me?" "I have a letter from Master to you. It is about the rate of your progress." Lazarus carefully read the letter. He smiled and sat it down. "That is already in motion. By tonight the twin Valleys of Joy and Day will be ours, by tomorrow their sister, Soy, shall also have fallen." The Archon smiled. "Shalleth we off then? We haveth much work to do, Lazarus Jones." Politician Jones sat up and pushed his chair back in. "That we do, San Mekael. That we do." As he closed the door behind himself, Jones mumbled, "And how little of't doth Lt. Oline knoweth." Politcian Lazarus Jones acquired for 1040 gold in Fort True 02 with an Archon. Plt. Jones pillages Scout(175 gold) at 15. Elemental pillages Scout(175 gold) at 16. Hvy. Infantry bought at 15 for 300 gold. Spiders bought at 16 for 700 gold. 15 renamed Vale of Day 15. 16 renamed Vale of Joy 16. Final Cities: 4 Gold: 9236 Income: 184 Expenses: 7. Lt. Oline Experience: 6 Change from last turn: 0 Plt Jones Experience: 2 Change from last turn: +2 *** File Transfer: Round R=B Game xx=12. Next Player's Turn yy=2 Side z=2 _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 2 Gamefile Sent To: Mikey182 (Red) (wookie@picknowl.com.au) Date Sent: Friday March 06, 1998 at 08:31 AM EST Date Gamefile Due: Monday March 9, 1998 at 08:31 AM EST (In GMT+0930: Monday March 9, 1998 at 11:01 PM) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Friday March 06, 1998 at 08:31 AM EST by Tim Lethbridge to all players; Round B, Turn 02, Side 2 (Bottom Burp, Blue) Initial Change Final Hero 1 exp 6 0 6 Hero 1 lev 1 0 1 Hero 2 exp 0 2 2 Hero 2 lev 1 0 1 Cities 1 1 2 Gold 11903 -2723 9180 Income 64 48 112 Expenses 0 0 0 Hero for 1198 in Bread Basket 02. Brought along a devil. Named himself Harry. Harry pillaged 22 for 175. Bought Griffins for 1700. Renamed 22 to City of Pain 22. The town of Bread Basket 02 is quiet. Since Bill left the town they had heard no news, and they were beginning to worry his insanity had taken a firmer grip of him. Stories had been told about Bill parading naked through the northern ruins, but these were unable to be confirmed. The town is quiet until a stranger strolls through the city gates. He is six-foot, and although not lrage on the exterior, his limbs are knots of pure muscle. He walks directly into the mayor's house, plants his sword in the floor, and says, "Good morn, fine sir. My name is Harry, and I am a hero." The mayor raises his eyebrows. "Really? We need a hero to... balance... the talents of Bill. What is your price?" "More than a thousand coins," Harry replies. "But I bring with me a devil, who will stay by my side and fight for your cause." "Yes," the mayor says. "I can hear the devil outside. I believe he just sent an entire family to the depths of the underworld." "Sorry about that." Soon the deal is complete. The mayor pays Harry his coins, and Harry leaves town, bringing the devil with him. It takes little more than a harsh look before the town of 22 has surrended to his force, and he is able to swiftly destroy the scout hall and recover 175 coins from its interior. Harry looks around 22, watching the injured fools stumble around as if they still have a chance of defeating him. "The name of this city," he announces. "Will underline my plans for you in the future if you continue to resist. It shall be called, the City of Pain (22)." The townspeople go silent. There is no sound for several minutes, everyone too nervous to speak. Finally, the uncomfortable silence is broken, when the devil grabs the priest from his temple and consumes him whole. And so the rampage continues... Next: Turn 02, Side 3 _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 2 Gamefile Sent To: ShirKhan (Blue) (jwtatom@mindspring.com) Date Sent: Wednesday March 11, 1998 at 06:06 PM EST Date Gamefile Due: Friday March 13, 1998 at 6:06 PM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Wednesday March 11, 1998 at 06:06 PM EST by "Hammer" to all players; REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME B12, TURN 2, SIDE 3 Red (Kamevil). ====================================================================== Game Story (for those who are not interested in reading the story, the turn report details are listed at the end of the report.) Roberts message has been received in DC. The mighty Kissinger has arrived. Though retired for some time, he could not resist the call from NWO. He gathers an archon and flys southwest to find a stashed item. Roberts joins the ghost for a quick flight down the mountains and stops at NWO for a press conference. The ghost, not very photogenic, bypasses the press conference and floats to the north. The elemental quickly enters city 34-NYC, makes a radio/TV broadcast for support for the war effort, then heads south. TURN REPORT DETAILS The second hero is named Kissinger. He appears in city 33-DC with an archon for 1222 gold. No experience points. Roberts travels back to NWO, no experience points. Elemental conquers neutral city 34, pillages 175 gold. City 34 renamed 34-NYC. New build Spiders in 34-NYC for 700 gold. Roberts Kissinger Exp Exp Cities Gold Start 6 0 2 9954 +0 +0 +1 +1x175=175(pillage) -700(new builds) Final 6 0 3 9429 income expenses start 112/4 finish 136/4 *** File Transfer: Round R=_B_ Game xx=12. Next Player's Turn yy=2 Side z=_4_ _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Wednesday March 11, 1998 at 06:17 PM EST by Pat Lang to all players; Welcome to our new Red Warlord Kron -- or is it Hammer? -- or is it Kamevil?? Player 3 ?? What the heck. Enjoy the game! Pat _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Wednesday March 11, 1998 at 06:19 PM EST by Pat Lang to all players; "Welcome to our new Red Warlord Kron -- or is it Hammer? -- or is it Kamevil?? Player 3 ?? What the heck. Enjoy the game!" See what I mean? Now it's Raider. This Warlord has an identity problem. Raider it is! Pat _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Thursday March 12, 1998 at 05:41 PM EST by "John W. Tatom" to all players; REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME B12, TURN 2, SIDE 04 (Blue) Start of Turn: Gold =11526, Hero (Famine) Experience=0 Hero Action: Pestilence (with Archon) hired at Kirchoff 42 for 1094 gp. Battles: Pestilence defeats nuetral scout at City 45. Elemental defeats nuetral scout at City 57. Ghost defeats nuetral scout at City 43. Ghost defeats nuetral scout at City 47. Income: City 45 pillaged for 175 gp. City 57 pillaged for 175 gp. City 43 pillaged for 175 gp. City 47 pillaged for 175 gp. Outflow: Spiders purchased at City 45 for 700 gp. Griffins purchased at City 57 for 1700 gp. Griffins purchased at City 43 for 1700 gp. Spiders purchased at City 47 for 700 gp. Other Action: City Logica renamed Logica 04. City LessResistance renamed Kirchoff 42. City 45 renamed Bogbugs of 45. City 57 renamed Heinz 57. City 43 renamed Drought of 43. City 47 renamed Blight of 47. Final Results: Cities: 6 Gold: 6332 Income: 256 Expenses: 3 Final Hero (Famine) Experience: 6 Change from last turn: +0 Final Hero (Pestilence) Experience: 2 Change from last turn: +2 *** The Science and Engineering Organization (SEO) had never had an individual leader before the arrival of ShirKhan. Therefore, there was no office, title, or equipment to be given to the newcomer. ShirKhan had found the Revenue Officer's computer to be the only suitable way to monitor the progress of his plan. The reports were starting to arrive at his desk. "Summarize the results of the electrical singularity which Famine introduced into the communications grid," Shirkhan said without looking up from his desk. The puzzled and terrified courier managed to speak. "I beg your pardon, sir?" ShirKhan looked at the young messenger and sized him up in a glance. "How much damage has the mighty lightning beast done so far?" "Oh that!" said the relieved courier. "It smashed up the immigration detention camp at Port 57 real good, sir." "I see. But what about that miserable swamp town? The one mining the methane that I ordered seized -- Mine 45, wasn't it?" "Uhhh, well. Hmmm. Oh yeah -- the beast was going to fry the whole town, but then this green-skinned dude came flying down out of nowhere and knocked down the gate himself. Then bugs were swarming all over everywhere, and the whole town surrendered, except for the Astronomer." "Ahh, it would appear that Pestilence has arrived," mused ShirKhan. "I guess that Dr. Archon's jet-pack project was a success after all. And what about the automated-fertilizing cloud -- were Famine's modifcations as effective as he predicted?" "Sir?" ShirKhan sighed heavily. "You know the evil spirit that Famine sent to the farmers? What happened?" "Sir, you should have seen it! The first farm, 43, was already dried up, so they didn't put up much of a fight. But then at Farm 47, all the potatoes started rotting right when this dark cloud got overhead. It was gross! So they gave up, too." "Good. Well, that's all for now -- get back to your monitoring screen," ShirKhan ordered, wishing that he had asked Famine himself when he came back through headquarters. It was time he turned his attention back to the reports concerning the sudden military build-ups to his immediate east and north. The Astronautic Scouts were too weak and disorganized to pose any threat, but if the initial reports were accurate, ShirKhan had other opposition to worry about. _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 3 Gamefile Sent To: Dark Lord Pi (White) (nafziger@scf.usc.edu) Date Sent: Thursday March 12, 1998 at 05:41 PM EST Date Gamefile Due: Sunday March 15, 1998 at 5:41 PM EST (In GMT-0800: Sunday March 15, 1998 at 2:41 PM) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Sunday March 15, 1998 at 04:27 AM EST by Dark Lord Pi to all players; *********************** Official Turn Report Template ****************** REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME 12, TURN 3, SIDE 1. ======================================================================== Gold at Start of Turn: 9413 Leftenant Krys Oline was tired. She had been walking all night behind the Ghost of her dead teacher and the sun had fermented the sky blue; at least before the morning fog had settled in. With the fog came large, dark clouds and the downpour of rain. After a while Krys noticed that her teacher, Dragon Knight Philip, had disapeared. She wandered aimlessly for hours before noticing that she had lost her trail and was now somewhere in the Birningham Woods. A cry shook her consciousness and she turned to the sky. A large, dark shape sailed throughout the sky -- the shape of a Griffin. Krys followed the Griffin by its cries and its contrast to the clouds. It soon disappeared altogether. Krys continued ahead, alone. The rain stopped suddenly and the fog lifted to reveal a ruined castle in a clearing. An ominous presence made the hairs on Krys' neck stand up. Looking around she noticed that the rain and fog seemed to circle the castle ruins at a distance of mayhaps three score meters. A large Griffin sat at the castle gate, it was covered in water. The Griffin naught but slowly breathed as Lt. Oline approached it. It seemed friendly and wore two accesories: a white band around its arm with the seal of The Citadel and a message pouch. Krys took a crinkled, worn message from the pouch and unfolded it. It read: "Lt. Oline, Inside thou shalleth find the first item of thine quest, Command Item A. It is a most powerful item and during thine darkest hour it shalleth shine the brightest." There was no signature, but it did bear the seal of 'The Master.' Krys set the note down and looked at the Griffin which still had not moved. She sighed and entered the dusty ruins. A glow caught her eye beneath the keep's rubble. Using her strength, Krys pried up rocks and soil until the glow's source became visible. Inside an intact glass case was a large, pink Crystal. Two gold handles extended from it and gave it an eliptic shape. Krys squinted against the light to read the words writ beneath it: "Hereth doth lay thy most holy Command Item A, the Matrix Shield. In the wrong hands it may bring forth the greatest evil known onto mankind as it is an item of DOOM! -- Grand Elder Glen" Below, in small print, were the words: "Void where prohibited. Batteries not included. CA residents please add sales tax. No personal checks will be accepted. Residents outside of the Continental U.S. and Canada please allow 8-100 weeks for Shipping and Delivery." Krys ignored this cryptic message and smashed the glass case, or at least she would have if the case did not resist her punch. It broke when she pounded her sword against it, though. The storm's hole seemed to follow her as the Griffin lead her out of the Birmingham Woods. It shortly disappeared, but not before Krys spotted a fort. The words 'Fort Love' were spread in a colourful, seveties-style banner across the open entrance. The mayour of the fort not only provided a cot to rest in, but also handed over the city to Lt. Oline. Exhausted and confused, she fell into a deep sleep before her head even hit the strange pillow made out of marshmellows. * * * Politician Jones was just setting out when the word reached him of Krys' discovery. He smiled, glancing briefly at his pocket watch. Mr. Archon thanked the Infantryman and sat down in the Politician's new hoverbug. They set off toward the nearest Burrow, Burrow Cyan. "This is just perfect, San Mekael. Already the three great Vales have fallen, both peace forts, and the famous The Citadel. At our present rate we shalleth have control of the Colour Burrows within a few days time. And this news of Lt. Oline success in finding an item of DOOM! could not be more fulfiling." "True, thy most favourable Politician," Mr. Archon replied in a voice two octaves lower than Barry White, "but thoust doth forget the bad news." "Forget naught, lest all be truth," Lazarus Jones quoted from The Master's most spiritual text. "Thine ears have heard many the report of the most powerful forces from the east and south. Word says that items of DOOM! might soon fall into their The Masterless hands." Politician Jones landed his hoverbug in the middle of Burrow Cyan. Powerful magic shot out of his hand and brought the inhabitant Scouts to waste. Soon Giant Spiders, who had hidden in the murky sewers rose up and reclaimed their once peaceful Colour Burrow. Their leader, the great Giant Spider, Spiderman, pledged his allegiance to Politician Jones' cause in exchange for control, once again, of Colour Burrow de Cyan. Jones, smiling, agreed whole-heartedly. He quickly dispatched Giant Spider Messengers toward what were believed the four greatest powers of the land: The Science and Engineering Organization, Bill -- a hero of which The Master's most spiritual book foretold, NWO(mayhaps New World Order?), and the most powerful force (but soon to be defeated) of Evil and Mean Scouts that are Neutral and their Heavily Guarded Middle Cities. Poltician Jones doubted EMSNHGMC (the Scouts) would respond with anything but tremendous amount of Death and Bloodshod, but he was a Politician for The Master and had to try. Each message read thus: "Dear most (Insert Flattering Adjective) (Insert Name Here), Thoust noble Politician Jones wants it known that the forces under his command seek but five items from the land and have no great need of seeding the most unwholesome Death and Bloodshed of thoust most (Insert Another Flattering Adjective) forces at his time. If thoust doth see the need for peace the armies that do fall upon the comand of the most groovy Politcian Jones will honour such a mutual peace until the turn known as ten, unless such a time is postponed farther due to the friendly, (Insert Yet Another Flattering Adjective Here) (Insert Noun) between our fair armies. --Politician Jones, Herald of The Master, Duke of The Citadel, and International Mystery Man Extrodinaire." The seal of Politician Lazarus Jones adorned each letter. -- Hmmmph, Las Vegas is pretty cool. (Make sure you are 21 before going, though). Lt. Oline gains a Command Item A from NW Command. Lt. Oline pillages Scout(175 gold) at 13. Elephants bought at 13 for 1500 gold. Elemental pillages Scout(175 gold) at 17. Griffin bought at 17 for 1700 gold. Elemental pillages Scout(175 gold) at 14. Spiders bought at 14 for 700 gold. Plt Jones pillages Scout(175 gold) at 51. Spiders bought at 51 for 700 gold. 13 renamed Fort Love 13. 17 renamed Vale of Soy 17. 51 renamed Burrow Cyan 51. 14 renamed Burrow Blue 14. Final Cities: 8 Gold: 5513 Income: 316 Expenses: 42. Lt. Oline Experience: 11 Change from last turn: +5 Plt Jones Experience: 4 Change from last turn: +2 *** File Transfer: Round R=B Game xx=12. Next Player's Turn yy=3 Side z=2 _______________________________________________________________________________ __________ __________/ \__________ <__________ Turn 3 __________> \__________/ _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 3 Gamefile Sent To: Bottom Burp (Yellow) (timmy@multiline.com.au) Date Sent: Sunday March 15, 1998 at 04:31 AM EST Date Gamefile Due: Tuesday March 17, 1998 at 04:31 AM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Monday March 16, 1998 at 11:20 AM EST by Tim Lethbridge to all players; Round B, Turn 03, Side 2 (Bottom Burp, Blue) Initial Change Final Hero 1 exp 6 +3 9 Hero 1 lev 1 0 1 Hero 2 exp 2 +2 4 Hero 2 lev 1 0 1 Cities 2 +2 4 Gold 9292 -550 8742 Income 112 +84 196 Expenses 0 +12 12 Harry took 25, pillaged for 175. Renamed Bloodriver. Bought wolfriders for 450. Heavy cavalry took out 23, pillaged for 175. Renamed Love Parade. Bought dwarves for 450. Bill explores NE Command. Takes Command Item B. ******************** Bill emerges from the northern ruins, mad as a hatter yet a more experienced hatter. And a hatter with an elemental. And a ghost. Ignoring (or not noticing) his home-town of Bread Basket, Bill immediately progresses down the street, spotting a ruin in the distance. His love for ruins has become well documented by this stage, although the reasons behind this are largely unknown. Some argue it is because of their historical and aesthetic pleasure they grant him. Others argue it is because he thinks they are merely towns from which the people ran away when they saw him coming. He enters cautiously, sending his ghost and elemental ahead. They call him, but he does not respond. After a few minutes he realises the voices are real ones and not inside his head, so he follows them inside. There is a pedestal in the middle of the room. It has carvings on the side which Bill immediately translates.. wrongly. In fact, he simply recites a joke he has meaning to tell his fellow travellers for a while, but they had refused to listen. When that is finished, Bill reaches forward to touch the item. It is a circular ball of what looks to Bill like mutating jelly. It is bright purple, and lights up the room. Bill hesitates before touching it, then gently places a finger upon it's surface. Immediately he is thrown backwards, feeling the power rock through him. The ghost and elemental crowd around him, hoping he is dead so they can eat his soul and send him to hell. BUt Bill is not dead. He is very much alive. "Move it!" he yells to his followers. Suddenly struck by Bill's awesome command skills, the pair step backwards. "Carry this thing!" They do as they are told. They are afraid. And when Bill begins another joke, they listen. Intently. As they are leaving the ruins, Bill has one word stuck inside his head. He is unsure of its meaning, but interprets it as incredibly, mind-numbingly, brain-crushingly vital to life, the universe and everything. It is the word, "DOOM". Even as he thinks this, a giant spider rides up to him and hands him a letter. He peruses it quickly, nodding thoughtfully. "Take a message," he then replies. He begins to speak as the spider hurredly writes down his words: "Dear most , I have thoughtfully considered your offer of peace in return for the objects of DOOM, and have equally thoughtfully chosen to reject the offer. I want the purple shiny thing for myself, and I would sooner spike myself with a dagger in the than give you it. Thankyou for your interest, however, and I wish you the best of luck in dying at my hand. Yours sincerely, Bill." Meanwhile, a lone heavy cavalary has taken it upon himself to take a town on his own. He does so, taking 23 and, being somewhat of a hippie, renames it Love Parade 23. In another area, Harry continues his rampage, kicking down the gates of 25 and storming in, massacring every single member of the town but two, a man and a woman, with whom he leaves the duty of rebuilding the population. Although unconfirmed, the woman is rumoured to have said, on discovering her duty, "I'd rather kiss a skunk," to which the man was heard to reply, "So would I, but we might as well get this over with first." Harry renames the town Bloodriver 25, referring to what once was a small puddle in the middle of the town, and has since turned into a raging torrent of the blood of his victims. Next: Turn 03, Side 3 _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 3 Gamefile Sent To: Raider (Red) (kamevil@gnt.net) Date Sent: Monday March 16, 1998 at 11:21 AM EST Date Gamefile Due: Wednesday March 18, 1998 at 11:21 AM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 3 Gamefile Sent To: ShirKhan (Blue) (jwtatom@mindspring.com) Date Sent: Tuesday March 17, 1998 at 10:51 PM EST Date Gamefile Due: Thursday March 19, 1998 at 10:51 PM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Tuesday March 17, 1998 at 10:51 PM EST by "Hammer" to all players; REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME B12, TURN 3, SIDE 3 Red (Raider). ====================================================================== Game Story (for those who are not interested in reading the story, the turn report details are listed at the end of the report.) Roberts joins a griffin after finishing his press conference and flies to the ruin of the League of Nations building. He encounters a degenerate at the door who blocks his path. He throws a fake peace treaty over a broken fence and the degenerate scurries after it, salivating. He cannot help but notice how much the man looked like an ancient American leader named Woodrow Wilson. Oh well, at least the ghost's peace treaty trick worked to get rid of the man. He picks up the command item he had stashed there. It was a good place to hide it, because nobody ever looked in the League of Nations for leadership! Kissinger and the archon approach the ruins of the last NATO headquarters. They round a corner and whoa, they come face-to-face with a UN militia. He asks what they are doing there. They say they were supposed to be there for 6 months, but have been there for 20 years! Kissinger tells them they will be allowed to go home any day now, grabs a flight item, and heads west. The elemental takes a boondoggle to 07-Geneva for skiing at taxpayer expense, writes it off as a fact-finding mission, then scoots north to assist defenses there. TURN REPORT DETAILS Roberts searches SE Command ruin, finds Command Item C, +3 experience points. Kissinger searches SE Flight ruin, finds Flight Item F, +3 experience points. Elemental conquers neutral city 07, pillages 175 gold. Ghost conquers neutral city 32, pillages 175 gold. Ghost conquers neutral city 35, pillages 175 gold. Dwarf conquers neutral city 37, pillages 175 gold. City 07 renamed 07-Geneva. City 32 renamed 32-The Hague. City 35 renamed 35-Davos. City 37 renamed 37-Brussels. New build Orcish Mob in 07-Geneva for 300 gold. New build Elephants in 32-The Hague for 1500 gold. New build Light Cavalry in 35-Davos for 200 gold. New build Griffins in 37-Brussels for 1700 gold. New build Spiders in 33-DC for 700 gold. Roberts Kissinger Exp Exp Cities Gold Start 6 0 3 9561 +3 +3 +4 +4x175=175(pillage) -4400(new builds) Final 9 3 7 5861 income expenses start 136/32 finish 280/32 *** File Transfer: Round R=_B_ Game xx=12. Next Player's Turn yy=3 Side z=_4_ _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Thursday March 19, 1998 at 11:40 AM EST by "John W. Tatom" to all players; REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME B12, TURN 3, SIDE 04 (Blue) Start of Turn: Gold =6585, Hero (Famine/Pestilence) Experience=6/2 Hero Action: Famine searches SW Command and obtains Command Item D. Pestilence searches SW Devil and recruits devil. Battles: Devil defeats nuetral scout at City 41. Orc defeats nuetral scout at City 46. Ghost defeats nuetral scout at City 58. Income: City 41 pillaged for 175 gp. City 46 pillaged for 175 gp. City 58 pillaged for 175 gp. Outflow: Lt. Cavalry purchased at City 57 for 200 gp. Spiders purchased at City 46 for 700 gp. Giant Bats purchased at City 43 for 160 gp. Other Action: City 41 renamed Niobium (41). City 46 renamed Palladium (46). City 58 renamed Cerium (58). Final Results: Cities: 9 Gold: 6050 Income: 340 Expenses: 35 Final Hero (Famine) Experience: 9 Change from last turn: +3 Final Hero (Pestilence) Experience: 5 Change from last turn: +3 *** ShirKhan gazed at the various reports that were piling up on his desk at SEO Headquarters in Logica. Some contained promising news -- others detailed troubling developments. ShirKhan realized that his ultimate goal of reducing the human population was going to be easy to achieve. It was now a matter of making sure he was around to see the final results. The summary from the Genetic and Chemistry Departments showed surprising progress. Vile creatures could be created through genetic manipulation, given enough funding and supply of the exotic materials required for the process. ShirKhan read with fascination the description of the altered crawfish. Although apparently a success, the resulting "devil beast" had an insatiable desire for niobium, so it had left Dr. Archon's lab and attacked a mining community in the east. Famine's Fertilzing Fester (as it had come to be known) had secured the cerium deposits to the north, overcoming the Astronautic Scouts with ease. Famine himself had been busy rooting out a secret society who had holed themselves up in an old fort in the woods. Although these Trekkies claimed not to be affiliated with the Scouts, Famine had slaughtered them all anyway. In doing so, his popularity immediately shot up among the masses. Furthermore, a mob of crazed SEO followers had overthrown the scouts in control of the palladium mines, so it appeared that most of the southwest had fallen into SEO control. However, organized opposition lay beyond the "home quadrant". Already, the politicians from the southeast (known to SEO citizens as the "Red Tape") had encroached into the neutral zone. ShirKhan did not want to engage in a war with the Red Tape yet, since the motivations of his northern neigbors (the minions of Politician Jones) were not yet known. It seemed an early war with either of his fellow expansionists was a bad idea, but it also seemed to be out of ShirKhan's hands. _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 4 Gamefile Sent To: Dark Lord Pi (White) (nafziger@scf.usc.edu) Date Sent: Thursday March 19, 1998 at 11:41 AM EST Date Gamefile Due: Sunday March 22, 1998 at 11:41 AM EST (In GMT-0800: Sunday March 22, 1998 at 8:41 AM) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ __________ __________/ \__________ <__________ Turn 4 __________> \__________/ _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 4 Gamefile Sent To: Bottom Burp (Yellow) (timmy@multiline.com.au) Date Sent: Tuesday March 24, 1998 at 08:14 AM EST Date Gamefile Due: Thursday March 26, 1998 at 08:14 AM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Tuesday March 24, 1998 at 08:53 AM EST by Dark Lord Pi to all players; *********************** Official Turn Report Template ****************** REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME 12, TURN 4, SIDE 1. ======================================================================== Gold at Start of Turn: 5787 Krys Oline woke up gently, her legs and arms still sore from the past days of travel. Then she froze, notcing that it was almost supper-time already. She thanked the townsfolk of Fort Love for their hospitality and headed off southwest. Krys had already hiked a mile before asking herself, "Why do I have to go southwest?" As if in response, the Matrix Shield, Krys' newly found item of DOOM!, began to glow. Lt. Oline followed. It was not long before the familiar hawks of a Griffin could be heard. It seemed to lead her through a new forest. "Could this be another item of DOOM!?" "Hawk," the Griffin responded. After a hour Krys realized that the Griffin had once again left her. The large trees gave way to an open prairie. In the distance Krys thought she saw a man, but she could not be sure. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed it was Dragon Knight Philip. Rejuvinated at spoting the ghost of her dead mentor, Krys frantically waved her arms to draw his attention. * * * Lazarus Jones proudly marched through the main shaft of the Colour Burrow Cyan. Mr. Archon walked slightly behind him, out of respect. The newly-liberated Giant Spiders all cheered and waved. A messenger approached, his clothing carrying the dust of many days. Plt. Jones stopped, saluting. "Sir," the messanger spoke in weasely tones, "I bring report of the succesful capture of the Colour Burrows Blue and Grey by the Water Elemental that The Master had provided. It has journeyed as far east as Tollbooth Bridge, spreading the word and teachings of The Master's most spiritual book to every wanderer, townsfolk, and forest creature that he has encountered." Jones smiled, patting the soldier on the shoulder. "Good work. Clean up and return a message that the Tollbooth Bridge should seperate us from our neighbors to the east. We shalleth not need more land that way for the time being." Jones turned to Mr. Archon, "San Mikael, let us be off." Before any more messengers or attaches could do their job, Politician Jones set off for the infamous Alcatraz Island. His features were grim, just like his companion's. They arrived in a boggy swamp, a strange crop circle in the wet-harvested cranberries being the only difference between this spot and any other. Mr. Archon waited by the car as Plt. Jones waded into the center of the circle. "Master! I bring thee love! Praise be your teaching of your most spiritual book!" Green light enveloped Lazarus Jones. Readjusting to his surroundings, Lazarus estimated that almost three hours had past. Mr. Archon was still waiting by the hoverbug. "Was he called?" Jones asked, wading back to his hoverbug. Mr. Archon nodded. "Yes, the Demon of Trees has arrived. He left on orders directly from The Master." Lazarus Jones laughed demonically as he boarded his hoverbug with Mr. Archon and took off. Meanwhilst, back at Colour Burrow Cyan a messenger-spider arrived from the east to join the messenger-spider that had been to the evil Scouts. They waited, dilligently, but worried none-the-less. --yay. Plt. Jones frees a Demon from NW Demon. Spider pillages Scout(175 gold) at 52. Pikemen bought at 52 for 500 gold. Elemntal pillages Scout(175 gold) at 21. Wolfriders bought at 21 for 450 gold. Elemental pillages Scout(175 gold) at 05. Minotaurs bought at 05 for 1300 gold. 52 renamed Burrow Teal 52. 21 renamed Toll Bridge 21. 05 renamed Burrow Grey 05. Final Cities: 11 Gold: 4062 Income: 388 Expenses: 78. Lt. Oline Experience: 11 Change from last turn: 0 Plt Jones Experience: 7 Change from last turn: +3 *** File Transfer: Round R=B Game xx=12. Next Player's Turn yy=4 Side z=2 _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Wednesday March 25, 1998 at 10:06 AM EST by Tim Lethbridge to all players; Round B, Turn 04, Side 2 (Bottom Burp, Yellow) Initial Change Final Hero 1 exp 9 0 9 Hero 1 lev 1 0 1 Hero 2 exp 4 +2 6 Hero 2 lev 1 0 1 Cities 4 +1 5 Gold 8926 -1525 7401 Income 196 +36 232 Expenses 12 +25 37 Harry takes 26, pillages for 175. Renames it Torture Town 26. Built Griffins for 1700. The mayor of 26 sits comfortably in his cabin. Life is sweet. He has just married, had two beautiful twin boys, and his town is propering. Rumours of conquests taking place to the north of his land are probably unfounded, and besides which, he has constructed the best defence in the land. It would need either an enormous army or a quite brilliant hero to destroy these barricades. The mayor is just about to drift into a contented sleep, when he hears a scream. He jumps to his feet, certain he has misheard. Yet now there are more screams, followed by growling, cracking and crunching. In a horrible moment of terror, the mayor recalls the whereabouts of his family. They had gone for a walk in the nearby woods. And had not yet returned. Racing through the city he gets to the city walls from where the screams are arising. He climbs to the tower and looks over. There, standing less than twenty metres from the walls of the town, is a single demon. The demon is snarling and screeching, and is picking something from between its teeth. On closer inspection, the mayor realises it is his youngest son which is stuck between the monster's incisors. The mayor screams, "All guards over here!" Immediately, every guard in the city races to his assistance. He is a popular mayor, and his family is loved in the town. They are therefore shocked to witness his other son being torn apart like a cooked prawn. "Kill it!" the mayor screams. "Kill it now!" For his wife is still alive, screaming, running back towards the city gates. THe demon chases her, seemingly gliding over the earth rather than running. She has no chance, and despite the hundreds of arrows which pierce the demon's thick skin, it seems barely to notice. The demon reaches out an evil hand, and grasps the mayor's wife in its talons. Seconds later, the woman is no more than another piece of food in the demon's stomach, waiting to be digested. "Kill it now!" the mayor continues to shout. By this time, every guard in the city is standing over the wall, firing arrows. The demon continues to shrug them off like they are toothpicks. BUt they continue to shoot, their passion unwavering. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice comes from behind. "I'd ask you all to put down your weapons." They all turn, and see a powerful hero standing in the main square, having walked through the totally unguarded gates. "Otherwise, I shall kill you all." Before anyone has a chance to reply, the demon has taken the opportunity of distraction to jump up the city walls in one bound and slay each and every guard standing by the wall. Harry watches on, amused. "Mr Mayor," he says to the last remaining man on the city walls. "This town shall be named Torture Town. Cause me trouble, and you will understand why." THe mayor can do nothing but nod. And with that, the hero leaves with his demon. Within mere minutes, the mayor's life has been turned upside-down, destroyed. Bodies litter the city, the life sucked from it like juice from an orange. The mayor feels the same way. He curses the name "Harry", and all that it stands for. However, he does not, even for a moment, consider questioning the force of the Yellow. Next: Turn 4, Side 3 _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 4 Gamefile Sent To: Raider (Red) (kamevil@gnt.net) Date Sent: Wednesday March 25, 1998 at 10:07 AM EST Date Gamefile Due: Friday March 27, 1998 at 10:07 AM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 4 Gamefile Sent To: ShirKhan (Blue) (jwtatom@mindspring.com) Date Sent: Friday March 27, 1998 at 11:14 PM EST Date Gamefile Due: Monday March 30, 1998 at 11:14 PM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Friday March 27, 1998 at 11:14 PM EST by "Hammer" to all players; REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME B12, TURN 4, SIDE 3 Red (Raider). ====================================================================== Game Story (for those who are not interested in reading the story, the turn report details are listed at the end of the report.) Roberts is disturbed by an illegal alien spotted desecrating the northern wetlands. He immediately issues orders to the EPA and INS to investigate this intruder and demand an environmental impact statement and that he/she apply for a green card. We will destroy this invader with paperwork! He decides to get a closer look at the intruder. He realizes that it may be an errant messenger from the apocalypse to the west. He decides to also send him/her a message: Dear Pestilence Minion, If you are here to deliver a message, please respect the local wetlands. You can purchase a wetlands travel guide and care packet at the nearest EPA office. They will also direct you to the nearest local admin office (of course, their is a form to complete for this). The local admin office will supply the necessary forms for you to request access to the wetlands (please allow 2 years for a response) and will direct you to the local just-because office. There you will find the 200 forms to fill out just-because we want you to. We would appreciate your comments on our streamlined process! Kissinger allows the hungry Archon to go to 07-Geneva for American food (it cannot be found in NYC anymore). Kissinger saunters into the ruins of the Bank for International Settlements and encounters an Old Guard. He shows him his Old Guard Supporter bumper sticker and is allowed in. He digs out and unlocks his old safe-deposit box. He finds his stash of Swiss Francs and calculates that it is worth 1198 gold at today's exchange rates! The elemental takes a trip to 56-BretonWoods to offer favors for campaign contributions. The ghost floats to 31-UN to request a world bureaucracy to maintain grave- sites. TURN REPORT DETAILS Roberts travels north, +0 experience points. Kissinger searches Southern Gold ruin, finds 1198 gold. +3 experience points. Elemental conquers neutral city 56, pillages 175 gold. Ghost conquers neutral city 31, pillages 175 gold. Lt Cavalry conquers neutral city 55, pillages 175 gold. Dwarf conquers neutral city 36, pillages 175 gold. City 56 renamed 56-BretonWoods. City 31 renamed 31-UN. City 55 renamed 55-Jekyl Island. City 36 renamed 36-WTO. New build Spiders in 56-BretonWoods for 700 gold. New build Spiders in 31-UN for 700 gold. New build Pikemen in 55-JekylIsland for 500 gold. New build Griffins in 36-WTO for 1700 gold. New build Archers in 35-Davos for 1000 gold. Roberts Kissinger Exp Exp Cities Gold Start 9 3 7 6109 +0 +3 +4 +1198 gold (ruin) +4x175=700(pillage) -4600(new builds) Final 9 6 11 3407 income expenses start 280/51 finish 388/51 *** File Transfer: Round R=_B_ Game xx=12. Next Player's Turn yy=4 Side z=_4_ _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 5 Gamefile Sent To: Dark Lord Pi (White) (nafziger@scf.usc.edu) Date Sent: Monday March 30, 1998 at 01:26 PM EST Date Gamefile Due: Wednesday April 1, 1998 at 1:26 PM EST (In GMT-0800: Wednesday April 1, 1998 at 10:26 AM) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Monday March 30, 1998 at 01:25 PM EST by "John W. Tatom" to all players; REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME B12, TURN 4, SIDE 04 (Blue) Start of Turn: Gold =6355, Hero (Famine/Pestilence) Experience=9/5 Hero Action: Battles: Spider defeats nuetral scout at City 44. Income: City 44 pillaged for 175 gp. Outflow: Spiders purchased at Cerium (58) for 700 gp. Spiders purchased at Niobium (41) for 700 gp. Minotaurs purchased at Kirchoff 42 for 1300 gp. Orcs purchased at City 44 for 300 gp. Other Action: City 44 renamed Ruthenium (44). Final Results: Cities: 10 Gold: 3530 Income: 364 Expenses: 105 Final Hero (Famine) Experience: 9 Change from last turn: +0 Final Hero (Pestilence) Experience: 5 Change from last turn: +0 *** ShirKhan looked at the unlikely assembly that stood nervously in his office. Representatives from the mining, ranching, and farming communties in the east were gathered together for perhaps the first time. ShirKhan knew that the citizens in the area must have grave concerns or they would not dare to bother him. He admired their courage, yet he knew they were just expendable cogs in his wheel of change. "Well? Why have you come all the way to Logica to see me?" As if it had already been decided who would speak, the famer and the rancher looked expectantly at the miner. "Sir, it's the Red Tape," the rancher finally blurted out. "I am concerned that my men will not be able to produce the niobium you need, and the land-owners cannot work effective under the Red shadow." "Yes, I am aware of their activities," ShirKhan replied, glancing at the EPA form which had recently arrived. "But, sir -- with all due respect -- you must do something about them!" the miner pleaded. "They have control of the neutral zone, they have stripped the gold from the southern mines, and rumor has it that they are sending another leader, Roberts, west to join up with Kissenger and invade our land!" "Have no fear, my loyal citizens. The Niobium Devil will protect you, and I will be keeping my eye on the Red Tape. Now return to your work," ShirKhan said reassuringly. As the men left, ShirKhan pondered matters. Reports from the north indicated that Politician Jones and his forces were maintaining a polite distance. Perhaps an agreement could be reached with this Jones -- perhaps war with the Red Tape was inevitable. Jones and his forces appeared to be concerned with the mysterious and apparently demented duo of Harry and Bill in the northeast. The Red Tape apparently had no such concerns, so their actions were all the more dangerous. ShirKhan looked through the papers on his his desk and found the document that he had recieved from the geneticists at Temple University. What was it that they had offered in return for fresh cadavers? Skimming through the message, he came to the payment section. "In return for a yet-to-be-specified number of assorted corpses, you will be provided with your choice of one of our experimental beasts." Reading through the impressive list, ShirKhan decided to send Pestilence to look into the offer. If the Red Tape offered to negotiate a boundary agreement, then there would be time to inform Pestilence. If there was no offer, ShirKhan would have little choice... In the meantime, Famine would be sent to the north to negotiate with Jones in person. ShirKhan called in an aide. "Find out what Jones has in mind." _______________________________________________________________________________ __________ __________/ \__________ <__________ Turn 5 __________> \__________/ _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 5 Gamefile Sent To: Bottom Burp (Yellow) (timmy@multiline.com.au) Date Sent: Wednesday April 01, 1998 at 12:36 PM EST Date Gamefile Due: Friday April 3, 1998 at 12:36 PM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Wednesday April 01, 1998 at 01:25 PM EST by Dark Lord Pi to all players; *********************** Official Turn Report Template ****************** REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME 12, TURN 5, SIDE 1. ======================================================================== Gold at Start of Turn: 4372 And so it was good for Leftenant Oline, so recently re-united with the ghost of her mentor, Dragon Knight Philip. They traveled for a while, strangely compeled by Krys' Matrix Shield, one of the legendary items of DOOM! "That item has an aura of power around it," Philip commented as they took a break in a dry spot in the midst of a large swamp known as Blackroot Swamp by the natives. "Thoust have never seen such a glow in all of thine Dragon-rearing days." Krys played with the odd-object in her hands. "When I holdeth the device by the handles," Krys wrapped her hands in the handles, "like this. Strange voices compel thine actions onwards." Krys paced around the small plot of dry land that was to be their picnic. Strangely, the Matrix Shield kept facing northeast, no matter how much Krys tried to turn it. "That be mighty odd." "What is so odd, thy grandest pupil?" Philip stopped preparing Krys' lunch of potatoes and meat. "It beckons me onward..." And with a flash, Krys disappeared. Philip screamed in terror, "NOOOOOOO!" Hours had passed, but Krys was no where to be found. A wandering Griffin, its white band signifing its part in Politician Jones' forces, had joined Dragon Knight Philip in the search of Blackroot Swamp, but to no avail. Suddenly, near where they had originally set their picnic, a flash was seen. Philip and the Griffin landed, but were surpised to see that unstead of Krys, there was a giant, evil Devil! The Devil roared, beating its chest. "Who art thoust, mortals?" its voice boomed. "Thoust speaketh to the entity of Dragon Knight Philip, where art Krys Oline? What befalleth her?" "So you art friends of the puny, mortal girl?" Philip froze at the sound of those words. The Griffin backed up, getting swamp-water on its tail. "Dear lord..." Suddenly a flash apearred behind the gigantic Devil and from it did Lt. Oline emerge, unscathed. She smiled, "Dear friends, did thoust miss thine smiles?" The Devil turned and kneeled before Krys. She patted it on the shoulder, which was now at head-height. "What happened?" "The Matrix Shiled opened a gate to another world, populated by strange monsters. Chucky, the Devil, had heard of thine most terrific exploits and upon seeing the Matrix Shield choose to join us on our Quest to recover the items of DOOM!" Everyone broke into smiles, and the Griffin cooed. "Thoust doth have a brother..." the Devil asked. Krys patted him again. "Knoweth well, doth I knoweth. But the Matrix Shield harkens us to the south, whereth another item of DOOM! doth reside." "Let us be off?" Dragon Knight Philip asked. Krys nodded and they left for their destination. * * * Meanwhilst, Politician Lazarus Jones cooed as wind rushed past his face aboard the Archon-powered hoverbug. "Have thoust heard the story of the Engine, my Lord?" Mr. Archon asked as they approached a large Temple. "But that it doth have the power to fly a hoverbug on its own, and carry up to the count of eight with't." "Reports have come by that a spare Engine doth lie to the east." "Interesting," Jones comented as they set down in front of the large, West Temple. The large, double doors swung open, expantantly. Mr. Archon and Plt. Jones walked inside, amiring the post-Gothic archetecture. A wizzened old man approached them. "Politician Jones, a devout follower of The Master's plans, I welcome thee." Politician Jones bowed, out of respect. "You know thy name?" "We know many things here at West Temple. We know of they quest for the items of DOOM! And we know a way that both of us may benefit each other." "Speak on," Lazarus agreed. "If thoust doth earn a tidy of 923 gold against the most heinous Scouts, we would bind a creature upon thee's most capable service." Plt. Jones thought for a moment, his poker face looking unsure. "And we will throw in a free blessing to all of thoust white-banded troops." Lazaurus smiled and extended his hand. As Mr. Archon and Plt. Jones left the West Temple, the chemical massage (a.k.a. Blessing) caused their newly tanned skin to almost glow with power. Five spider messengers nervously waited by the hoverbug. "What is thy most favourable word?" Politician Jones greeted his servants. "Grease is the word," the spider messengers replied in unison. "What news doth thee bring?" A spider messenger, wounded by an arrow through his leg, spoke up first. "I spoke to the Scouts. Their words were inappropriate even for The Master's most unspiritual, yet commonly read, book." Another spider messenger looked downspotten. If spider messengers could frown, this one would have. "The forces to the east sent me back, saying that they would not surrender any... objects of DOOM!" Plt. Jones gasped, "They speaketh of 'objects of DOOM!', mayhaps a different form of power? But that doth not explain their knowledge of The Master's needed, DOOM-based items. Perhaps a spy is amongst our midsts?" Mr. Archon glanced around, nervous, his hand under his trenchcoat. "Speak you remaining spider messengers." The third one spoke of forces to the southeast. "I did travel, but did not encounter any leaders who would have speaketh with me." The fourth spoke of forces to the south. "The villagers speak of the SEO as a strange folk. The leader, ShirKhan, let me have words and responded in that he doth desire the land to his east more than ours. But..." "But what?" "He was to send a famine to you to 'talk' more." Mr. Archon looked around, his CZ-M75 pistol now drawn. Politician Jones patted Mr. Archon on the shoulder, calming him. "I have heard of this Famine through a discourse with The Master. I have worries, but I let The Master guide thine hand." The spider messengers and Mr. Archon replied in unision, "Amen." The fifth spider messenger spoke up, "I bring word from... a friend. He awaits your service a few sands south." "Good. It is about time that my Ninja Assassin friend has settled in." Plt. Jones clasped his fingers and let out a short guffaw. -- yay. Plt. Jones gains a Blessing from West Temple. Archon gains a Blessing from West Temple. Plt. Jones gains a Quest from West Temple: Pillage/Sack 937 from thy foes. Lt. Oline frees a Devil from MW Devil. Hvy. Infantry pillages Scout(175 gold) at 11. Spiders bought at 11 for 700 gold. 11 renamed Burrow Gold 11. Final Cities: 12 Gold: 3847 Income: 412 Expenses: 168. Lt. Oline Experience: 14 Change from last turn: +3 Plt Jones Experience: 8 Change from last turn: +1 *** File Transfer: Round R=B Game xx=12. Next Player's Turn yy=5 Side z=2 _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Thursday April 02, 1998 at 02:11 AM EST by Tim Lethbridge to all players; Round B, Turn 5, Side 2 (Bottom Burp, Yellow) Initial Change Final Hero 1 exp 9 +3 12 Hero 1 lev 1 0 1 Hero 2 exp 6 +2 8 Hero 2 lev 1 0 1 Cities 5 +2 7 Gold 7596 -1200 6396 Income 232 +60 292 Expenses 37 +20 57 Bill explores lower NE Flight, and gets Flight Item D. Harry takes 27, pillages for 175. Builds Giants for 1100. Renames it Harry Town. A wolfrider takes 53. Renames it Wolf Town 53. Pillages for 175. Builds Wolfriders for 450. ****************************************************************** A lone traveller stumbles across a backpack, lying apparently abandoned in the middle of the road. Curious, he picks it up. Inside is a diary. He begins to skim, and quickly becomes engrossed. The name is Bill, whoever that is. The one thing he knows about Bill, however, is that he is clearly mad: Dear Diary, I'm becoming more and more impatient with my followers. I have been told to be a hero, yet how can I be a hero to them when the voices in my head tell me I am useless? The ghost tries to cheer me up, but he is completely transparent. And the dwarf seems to have stopped talking to me since I convinced the others to call him "Shorty" from now on. The elemental, meanwhile, seems intent on existing on a higher level than us. This, despite the fact that his clothes make him look like he was a beggar in a past life. Meanwhile, my life is made more difficult by talk of the items of DOOM. I have one in my possession, and I am told there are others. Shorty says I should give them up, but I disagree. In fact, for the first time in months, the world is beginning to make sense to me with this object. It is making things clearer to me. At least, it was until today. I was just walking through a ruin, minding my own business, when I came across a strange item. Next thing I knew I was flying through the air. Although I used to think I could fly, it usually ended with me lying broken on the earth outside my front door. Yet suddenly, I was soaring through the air. And not just me, but Shorty, and the ghost and the elemental. I have therefore come to the conclusion that the world is reversing itself, until eventually it will fold inside out. At that point, the horizon will go in the opposite direction, and the earth will be completely enclosed. I believe this will be to my strategic advantage, since I will be able to see my opponents on the other side of the world, because they will be directly above me... That is all for now. I am flying off to conquer more cities. The traveller stares at the diary. Suddenly his head separates from his shoulders, and travels a substantial distance before coming to rest. Bill flies down, picks up the backpack, says, "I'll have that, thanks." He then flies off, mumbling to himself all the way. Meanwhile, Harry continues his onslaught, butchering the town of 27, and renaming it, rather appropriately, Harry Town 27. At the same time, a single wolfrider, strolling the countryside, spots a small town in the distance. Curious, he approaches. He scratches on the gates to be let in. There is a pause, then finally the gate screeches open. A scout looks out. "May I help..." the scouts words trail off, as a look of terror crosses his face. "Ohhh... Ohhh noooo! Wolfrider!! Wolfrider!!" he screams, sprinting back into the town, leaving the gate wide open. Confused, the peaceful wolf pads into town, watching the commotion around him. "Please, take the town, just don't kill us!" the citizens plea. The wolfrider wags his tail. "Okay," he says. "Then this town shall be called Wolf Town." Next: Turn 5, Side 3. _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 5 Gamefile Sent To: Raider (Red) (kamevil@gnt.net) Date Sent: Thursday April 02, 1998 at 02:11 AM EST Date Gamefile Due: Sunday April 5, 1998 at 02:11 AM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 5 Gamefile Sent To: ShirKhan (Blue) (jwtatom@mindspring.com) Date Sent: Saturday April 04, 1998 at 06:28 PM EST Date Gamefile Due: Tuesday April 7, 1998 at 6:28 PM EST -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Saturday April 04, 1998 at 06:28 PM EST by "Hammer" to all players; This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_0016_01BD5FEF.74AF2620 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME B12, TURN 5, SIDE 3 Red (Raider). =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D TURN REPORT DETAILS Roberts travels north, +0 experience points. Kissinger travels north, +0 experience points. New build Lt Infantry in 56-BretonWoods for 160 gold. New build Bats in 56-BretonWoods for 160 gold. New build Hy Infantry in 07-Geneva for 300 gold. Roberts Kissinger Exp Exp Cities Gold =20 Start 9 6 11 3744 =20 +0 +0 +0 -620(new builds) Final 9 6 11 3124 income expenses start 388/136 finish 388/136 =20 Roberts notices the blue elemental remains in wetlands in defiance=20 of our environmental laws. Further encroachments will result in a death sentence being issued. He dispatches some police to set up a barricade. Roberts also receives a message from the Blue=20 leader Shirkhan demanding a boundary agreement in a serious tone. He carefully considers the situation along with other infor- mation he has heard from the north border. A captured thief has reported a strange event. It appears he was prepared to waylay a=20 traveller in the yellow land who happened to be reading a book=20 out loud. The thief said the book was obviously written by a com- plete madman. All of a sudden a yellow hero appeared=20 from out of nowhere, decapitated the man, and snatched the book=20 dementedly yelling "I'll take that!" This thief was so shaken that he fled south for the safety of the NWO prisons. Roberts must=20 assume the book was written by the yellow hero and that he may=20 be insane! Roberts has been eyeing the actions in the north, but unfortunately has had to counter the more obvious threat to the west. His thoughts drift to the ancient war called World War II, when unlikely allies=20 teamed to defeat a common foe, and wonders whether that could be achieved here? As he considers the options, he remembers a vague message from the white leader that he neglected to respond to. It had to do with=20 some Items of Doom. What Items of Doom? If the white leader has any of these items, should they not rest in The World Historical Items Museum at NWO? Roberts remembers his reading of the very ancient tactician Sun Tsu, and believes Shirkhan has probably read him, too. As he considers what faces him, he consults with SouthEast Treaty Organization (SETO) head- quarters. To the northwest are the seafaring folk with a dreamer as leader. To the west is the Apocalypse with an impetuous, and ruthless, leader. To the north is insanity. This world needs a new order! Then it hits him, what stanger bedfellows than the anarchy of insanity = and=20 the dictatorial order of absolute government. That's it. He decides on = two messages. =20 To Shirkhan: Your elemental invades our land and you are alarmed at our impolite=20 advance into neutral territory? You claim inevitabile war due to our actions when it is you that posture offensively? Your use of intrigue=20 is good. Alas, I will not do as Kissinger's ancestor did and agree to=20 withdraw while hostile troops remain in the land. =20 To the yellow hero known as Bill: I offer a delay in hostilities along our border. I will not contest the = Eastern=20 Gold as a gesture of good faith. Even insanity should know the value = of=20 money! However, the city near it is not part of the deal, yet. Kissinger is alerted to the threat from the blue hero Pestilence and = postures accordingly. Fortunately, he finds time to begin drawing up cease-fire = plans. =20 He is peeved that Roberts did not consult him on the border issue. The elemental remains in 56-Breton Woods and helps install the new air raid siren. =20 The ghost is summoned to 55-Jekyl Island and is informed of the new plans in light of the proposal sent north. He immediately makes the=20 island the new SETO headquarters. *** File Transfer: Round R=3D_B_ Game xx=3D12. 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REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND  B, GAME B12, TURN  5, SIDE = 3
Red=20 (Raider).
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TURN=20 REPORT DETAILS

Roberts travels north, +0 experience=20 points.

Kissinger travels north, +0 experience points.

New = build=20 Lt Infantry in 56-BretonWoods for 160 gold.
New build Bats in = 56-BretonWoods=20 for 160 gold.
New build Hy Infantry in 07-Geneva for 300=20 gold.

       =20 Roberts     =20 Kissinger
       =20 Exp           &nbs= p; =20 Exp         Cities =20 Gold    
Start =20 9            =       =20 6            = =20 11     3744    =20
       =20 +0            = ;    =20 +0            = ;=20 +0    -620(new builds)

Final =20 9            =        =20 6            = =20 11     3124

income expenses start = 388/136
finish=20 388/136
      
Roberts notices the = blue=20 elemental remains in wetlands in defiance
of our environmental laws.  Further encroachments will result = in=20 a
death sentence being issued.  He dispatches some police to = set
up a barricade.  Roberts also receives a message from the Blue =
leader Shirkhan demanding a boundary agreement in a serious
tone.  He carefully considers the situation along with other=20 infor-
mation he has heard from the north border.  A captured thief = has
reported a strange event.  It appears he was prepared to = waylay a=20
traveller in the yellow land who happened to be reading a book =
out loud.  The thief said the book was obviously written by a=20 com-
plete madman.  All of a sudden a yellow hero appeared
from out of nowhere, decapitated the man, and snatched the book =
dementedly yelling "I'll take that!"  This thief was = so=20 shaken that
he fled south for the safety of the NWO prisons.  Roberts must =
assume the book was written by the yellow hero and that he may =
be insane!
 
Roberts has been eyeing the actions in the north, but = unfortunately
has had to counter the more obvious threat to the west.  His=20 thoughts
drift to the ancient war called World War II, when unlikely allies =
teamed to defeat a common foe, and wonders whether that could
be achieved here?
 
As he considers the options, he remembers a vague message = from
the white leader that he neglected to respond to.  It had to = do with=20
some Items of Doom.  What Items of Doom?  If the white = leader=20 has
any of these items, should they not rest in The World Historical=20 Items
Museum at NWO?
 
Roberts remembers his reading of the very ancient tactician Sun = Tsu,
and believes Shirkhan has probably read him, too.  As he = considers=20 what
faces him,  he consults with SouthEast Treaty Organization = (SETO)=20 head-
quarters.  To the northwest are the seafaring folk with a = dreamer=20 as
leader.  To the west is the Apocalypse with an impetuous, and=20 ruthless,
leader.  To the north is insanity.  This world needs a = new=20 order!
Then it hits him, what stanger bedfellows than the anarchy of = insanity and=20
the dictatorial order of absolute government.  That's = it.  He=20 decides on two messages. 
 
To Shirkhan:
 
Your elemental invades our land and you are alarmed at our impolite =
advance into neutral territory?  You claim inevitabile war due = to=20 our
actions when it is you that posture offensively?  Your use of = intrigue=20
is good.  Alas, I will not do as Kissinger's ancestor did and = agree to=20
withdraw while hostile troops remain in the land.
 
To the yellow hero known as Bill:
 
I offer a delay in hostilities along our border.  I will not = contest=20 the Eastern
Gold as a gesture of good faith.   Even insanity should = know the=20 value of
money!  However, the city near it is not part of the deal, = yet.
 
Kissinger is alerted to the threat from the blue hero Pestilence = and=20 postures
accordingly.  Fortunately, he finds time to begin drawing up=20 cease-fire plans. 
He is peeved that Roberts did not consult him on the border = issue.
 
The elemental remains in 56-Breton Woods and helps install the = new
air raid siren. 

The ghost is summoned to 55-Jekyl = Island and=20 is informed of the new
plans in light of the proposal sent north.  He immediately = makes the=20
island the new SETO headquarters.


*** File Transfer: Round R=3D_B_ Game xx=3D12. Next = Player's Turn yy=3D5=20 Side
z=3D_4_


------=_NextPart_000_0016_01BD5FEF.74AF2620-- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Monday April 06, 1998 at 01:08 PM EDT by "John W. Tatom" to all players; DIPLOMATIC MESSAGE FROM SHIRKHAN TO DARK LORD PI: The young courrier raised his head as high as he dared to look out from the bushes which he was crouched in. The boy knew this area fairly well, as he had grown up not far from this region before his parents had moved south. However, many things had since changed, and it was evident that the white-clad forces of Politician Jones were in control of the land. Although there had really been no choice but to accept his mission, the messenger now wished he had found some excuse -- was it not better to die at home than in the land of an enemy army? No, surely honor would dictate that he complete his mission, or die trying. Perhaps the white soldiers were not the enemy anyway. Perhaps it was true that there would be a treaty. Whatever the case, he had to gather his courage and approach the sentry who was blocking the road ahead. As soon as he emerged from the bushes, the boy realized that the sentry had seen him. There was no turning back now. Mustering what little confidence he had, he walked slowly towards the guard. "Don't bother me kid -- I'm busy," the soldier stated. "I am a messenger, sir. I bring a diplomatic document for Politician Jones from ShirKhan," said the messenger. "Is that so, boy? And you think that I'm going to let you walk past me just because you said that?" "Oh, no sir!" the messenger blurted. It had never entered his mind that he would go any farther than this point. "My captain said to deliver it to you and let you handle it from there." "Your captain, eh? Well, your captain doesn't decide my schedule. Leave the message with me and get lost." The boy laid the case on the ground and began to back away. Although he was quite eager to leave, he wanted to make sure he had finished his job. "You will look at it, right?" "Scram!" shouted the sentry and then chuckled to himself as the boy scampered away. "Now let's have a look at this message..." ~ Politican Jones, ~ ~ I seek your counsel on a matter of considerable urgency. Although time is of ~ the essence, I have decided to send this message by the least threatening ~ means at my disposal. ~ ~ I wish to establish a treaty concerning the distribution of lands in the ~ equatorial region. Are you agreeable to using the 0th parallel as a border? ~ The city designated as "08" and the Western Gold reserves can be divided ~ as deemed equitable. The boundary would extend eastward and include ~ the Central Group of cities, giving you rights to cities 61, 62 and 65. Armies ~ would be allowed to cross the boundary temporarily, but the exploration of ~ ruins on the "other" side of the 0th parallel would be considered a violation. ~ Please express any other considerations which you might wish to include. ~ ~ That is my proposal. The reasoning behind it is clear to you, I'm sure. The ~ Red Tape have called for war with me, and they have attempted to ally ~ themselves with the yellow forces in the northeast. I hope we will be able to ~reach an agreement shortly, as the outbreak of hostilities is not far away. ~ ~ShirKhan _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Tuesday April 07, 1998 at 03:49 AM EDT by Dark Lord Pi to all players; I had sent the following (or some approximation) at about 2pm, but my mail server went down so I am resending an approximation because the original copy was lost and I did not receive any acknowledgement from the remailer. Politcian Jones watched the horizon as a young man (he had to be young by the way he ran through the swamp for a common man of two score would but die watching) approached through the Western Holy Swamp. After a moment Jones noticed Mr. Archon had taken up next to him and had also begun watching. With a wave from Politician Jones, Mr. Archon took off in the hoverbug to fetch the soldier hereto. "Sir..." the soldier coughed, out fo breath, just seconds after being presented, "Corporal Nicol Wart... sir." "At ease. What would make such haste that thoust armour still weigh thoust's bones?" "Sir, a letter, sir," Nicol Wart began, continueing the rest to himself, "that I should have let that little boy carry here." "And may I see such a haste-spewing letter." "Sir, yes, sir," the soldier saluted, handing the letter forward. It read: > ~ Politican Jones, > ~ > ~ I seek your counsel on a matter of considerable urgency. Although time is > of ~ the essence, I have decided to send this message by the least > threatening ~ means at my disposal. > ~ > ~ I wish to establish a treaty concerning the distribution of lands in the ~ > equatorial region. Are you agreeable to using the 0th parallel as a border? > ~ The city designated as "08" and the Western Gold reserves can be divided ~ > as deemed equitable. The boundary would extend eastward and include ~ the > Central Group of cities, giving you rights to cities 61, 62 and 65. Armies ~ > would be allowed to cross the boundary temporarily, but the exploration of ~ > ruins on the "other" side of the 0th parallel would be considered a violation. > ~ Please express any other considerations which you might wish to include. > ~ > ~ That is my proposal. The reasoning behind it is clear to you, I'm sure. > The ~ Red Tape have called for war with me, and they have attempted to ally > ~ themselves with the yellow forces in the northeast. I hope we will be able > to ~reach an agreement shortly, as the outbreak of hostilities is not far away. > ~ > ~ShirKhan Politcian folded up the letter, thinking for a while, before handing it to Mr. Archon. After a few moments he smiled and set his hands on the soldier's shoulders. "Would thou possess courage to return a letter post-haste?" The soldier nodded, his knees already weakening, "Sir... yes, sir." Politician Jones smiled and quoted from The Master's most spiritual of books, "And words not deeds doth a Politician bring, and deeds not words can solve thy most pressing of mysteries, and withal courage, but withnot shalleth health fail." And upon his final words a strange white energy emerged and clothed Nicol Wart. Nicol Wart bounced as though on Ritiline, his energy so exhuberant. Politician Jones briefly scrwaled on a note and handed to Nicol Wart having fixed his official seal on't. Nicol Wart grabbed it and saluted. "Now, Sergeant," Lazarus Jones emphasized the title of promotion, "bring this post-haste to a SEO representative... but leave thy armour lest thou will falleth on thy journeys." "Sir, nay, sir. As thou seeth the dirt and mud on thine armour, the unclean rainment that graces thine body is a hundredfold more potent for the washers were broken at thine base. Die shalleth I lest be seen in it." Politcian Jones saluted and watched as Sergeant Nicol Wart hopped away into the distance. He slowly nodded his head. * * * A few moments upon dry land did Sergeant Wart's curiousity o'ertake him and did he open the letter in his care. Inside he found two letters: one directed to the esteemed ShirKhan of SEO and one to himself! He opened his, a reprimand and explanation of the other lest he brake its important seal. It stated that the other did contain: ~ Most Esteemed ShirKhan: ~I have seen thy letter and do think a treaty wise until the sun turns to eighteen ~or a foe has been slain. A treaty of no hostilities or conquest across the ~0th parallel being the terms. But The Master's word is true so it shant be ~granted thou unless yes is given to questions two plus three. ~ ~1. The Scientific and Engineering Organization, or something to that power, doth ~thou represent. Doth peace, courage, and a love of arimithmatic, rhyme, and ~reason motivate strongly in thy hearts? ~ ~2. Forces of infantry have set out to make the Colour Burrow located in the ~district of 08 as there home and shalleth possess it in but a few hours. ~Shall they be let free to take and hold the fort under The Master's name, ~unopposed, until such terms of this treaty become void? ~ ~3. The Master praises intellect, doth knoweth of the sacred Pi and all that it ~doth represent? If so count thine most important eight phrases as proof of love. ~ ~4. If peace and love are goals, then the death of a foe should not put our forces ~upon arms, but unite them stronger. Would, upon a foe's defeat and the null of ~these words another peace be settled to be used to defeat the last of the foes? ~ ~5. Forces move but by themselves, but men by their actions. Some men are set in ~motion and the forces art but to see them through. Such is like I, who was set ~onwards to a magnificient circle of power known by all as SW Demon to bring ~a valued servant of The Master to our world. Would such a servant be allowed to ~be summoned by my hand, though it doth lie under such a line as has been ~stipulated if the Western Gold is deemed thoust's prize as The Master provides ~what gold cannot? ~ ~It shalleth be understood that the last is a hard request to answer withal, so ~an alternative can be settled as both of our fair armies should inherit this ~world of B12 as The Master knows of it. The city of 66, an item of DOOM!, or ~an equal consession would be most admirable and could be in its place as all ~three were by I already considered owned. ~ ~ Your host, ~ Politician Lazarus Jones, ~ Herald of The Master, ~ Duke of The Citadel, and ~ International Mystery Man Extrodinaire. The envelope graced Plt. Jones' personal seal. Nicol Wart sighed and went on his way toward the nearest known embankment (or at least where rumours said it to be). _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Tuesday April 07, 1998 at 04:08 PM EDT by "John W. Tatom" to all players; REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME B12, TURN 5, SIDE 04 (Blue) Start of Turn: Gold =6355, Hero (Famine/Pestilence) Experience=9/5 Hero Action: Famine searches Upper SW Flight and obtains Flight Item G. Battles: Blue stack defeats neutral* spider at City 63. ~~~ WarBOT beta 8 Armyset: Tournament b1-4 WL version: PC Classic Intense Combat: Off Terrain: Enemy city 0,1,2 prod Hero Bonuses Non- For- TOTAL Minus Fly Natural Item Hero tify City Cancel BONUS Enemy Item -------------------------------------------------------------- ATT: 0 0 1 0 *1* 0 No DEF: 0 0 0 0 1 *1* 0 No Entered Final Attack Units: Strength Strength Survival % --------------- -------- -------- ---------- Ghost 6 7 0.59765 <-- Lives! Giant Bat 1 2 0.07777 <-- Dies.. Defense Units: --------------- Spider 4 7 0.40235 <-- Dies... Attacker wins with 1 unit(s) remaining ~~~ Pestilence's stack defeats Red stack at 56-Breton Woods. ~~~ WarBOT beta 8 Armyset: Tournament b1-4 WL version: PC Classic Intense Combat: Off Terrain: Enemy city 3 or 4 prod Hero Bonuses Non- For- TOTAL Minus Fly Natural Item Hero tify City Cancel BONUS Enemy Item -------------------------------------------------------------- ATT: 1 0 1 0 *2* 0 No DEF: 0 0 1 0 2 *3* 0 No Entered Final Attack Units: Strength Strength Survival % --------------- -------- -------- ---------- *Hero 5 7 0.61262 <-- Lives! Griffin 7 11 0.43855 <-- Dies.. Elemental 6 8 0.06162 <-- Dies.. Defense Units: --------------- Elemental 5 8 0.38738 <-- Dies... Spider 4 9 0.18499 <-- Dies... Dwarf 4 7 0.02098 <-- Dies... Attacker wins with 1 unit(s) remainin ~~~ Income: City 63 pillaged for 350 gp. 56-Breton Woods looted for 142 gp (from Red). 56-Breton Woods sacked for 350 gp. Outflow: Giant bats purchased at City 63 for 160 gp. Spiders purchased at Ruthenium (44) for 700 gp. Lt. infantry purchased at Ruthenium (44) for 160 gp. Other Action: City 63 renamed Europium (63). 56-Breton Woods razed. Final Results: Cities: 11 Gold: 3691 Income: 428 Expenses: 116 Final Hero (Famine) Experience: 12 Change from last turn: +3 Final Hero (Pestilence) Experience: 7 Change from last turn: +2 *** ShirKhan waited impatiently to hear the latest field reports. Had Pestilence been victorious? Would there be a reply from Politician Jones? Unable to be content just sitting in his office, he got up from his desk and walked to the communications room. As he neared the door, he heard animated discussion from within the room, although the mood was unclear. "Someone send the courrier to the Big Guy's office. We're starting to get reports from Pestilence," the chief communications officer said. "Belay that order -- the 'Big Guy' is here," Shirkhan announced, startling those present. "Ahh, yes, sir -- sorry, sir," the communications officer said meekly."We have a connection with Pestilence -- will you take the line, sir?" "Certainly. What happened at Breton Woods, Pest?" There was a hissing sound from the remote end of the communcation, but it wasn't line noise. Everyone had become somewhat accustomed to the eery rasp of Pestilence's voice, but it still unnerved everyone other than ShirKhan. "I live. Archon lives. Breton Woods destroyed." ShirKhan's eyes narrowed. "The griffin was lost?" he asked. He had not expected that. The griffins were perhaps his favorite of the mutant beasts which had been created. "Red set trap. More defenders. Stronger walls. Griffin dead." ShirKhan was considering this summary when the communications officer cleared his throat. "Sir, we have received a reply from Politician Jones." ShirKhan closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind of the Breton Woods affair. "Tell me this is good news." The officer swallowed hard and shifted his weight from foot to foot as he re-read the print-out in his hand. Finally, he cautiously said, "Yes, I'd say it is, sir. Jones has agreed to the treaty in general, but he has included some additional stipulations..." "Give me that," snapped ShirKhan as he snatched the paper. He read down the page and the others noticed his eyes widening several times. After some time, he said "Construct a formal reply with the following answers: First: While we certainly treasure the undeniable purity of logic and believe in its application on the battlefield, we are not motivated by peace. We are, however, a trustworthy ally and would not break a treaty which we entered into. Second: Although it seems to us that City 08 should be ours, inasmuch as our forces will reach it first, we will honor his request to grant them control of the city. This is because it lies along the boundary (and therefore in accordance with the treaty) and this action will furthermore be our gesture of good will. So we will recall our troops. Third: The truth of pi is unquestioned and defended by all citizens of the SEO. Fourth: Our treaty is in our minds irrespective of all other circumstances. We agree to the designated boundary no matter what else occurs. The SEO will not violate the agreement. Fifth: We do not give our approval for the demon to be liberated from our side of the boundary. Such an action will be considered a clear indication that a treaty is not in effect between us, as it would be a violation of the terms of the treaty itself. In summary, we hope that the demonstrable evidence of our good intentions will be reciprocated. We will see what he thinks soon enough." _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 6 Gamefile Sent To: Dark Lord Pi (White) (nafziger@scf.usc.edu) Date Sent: Tuesday April 07, 1998 at 04:08 PM EDT Date Gamefile Due: Thursday April 9, 1998 at 4:08 PM EDT (In GMT-0800: Thursday April 9, 1998 at 12:08 PM) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Thursday April 09, 1998 at 05:13 AM EDT by Dark Lord Pi to all players; *********************** Official Turn Report Template ****************** REPORT FOR TOURNAMENT ROUND B, GAME 12, TURN 6, SIDE 1. ======================================================================== Gold at Start of Turn: 4091 Lt. Oline awoke on the back of a Griffin. It's wet fur caused a moment of dizzyness before her consciousness told her hands to hold tight being a few thousand feet above a large bay. "Where?" she asked, her voice weak against the wind. Dragon Knight Philip, or at least his ghost, sailed closer to Krys to respond. "Thou are headed in the direction that the Matrix Shield granted." "There will be danger ahead. Somehow I know," Krys said, suddenly shivering. "There is always danger ahead," a strange, dark voice spoke. Krys looked around, but saw no one. Then she noticed that a cloud seemed to be following her -- a very odd cloud. "Stand behind thine's form," Dragon Knight Philip spoke, interposing himself in front of the cloud. A yellow light shook the cloud and it gave way to form the image of a man riding the back of a flying tortoise. The man wore all black, only the white of his eyes could be seen from underneath his mask and hood. Two swords hung in sheathes -- one on his back, one on his side. Although it was the evil, purplish glow that struck Leftenant Krys Oline the most, but not due to the force but the familiarity. "Ninja Assassin Gareth? Prepare to die!" Oline stood and leaped off of the Griffin and onto the back of Gareth's flying tortoise. She drew her sword, but her blade was caught between Gareth's hands. "I come with love." "Love is not allowed for a monster like thou!" Krys screamed, her body lurching in rage. Yet Gareth's grasp on her sword prevented any blood or death for the moment. "It would not do good to kill a fellow follower of The Master." Krys froze, her heart beating ten times fast. "Yes, Leftenant Oline, I am on thoust's favourable side. Even with word from thy employer to its employee." "Never a monster like thou would be such good and loving. Monsters do not possess bounties of five hundred gold." "The bounty sword is not to be held during The Master's work. Thou did agreeth to thine personal master, Jones -- the Politician." Krys pulled her sword back and sheathed it. Her eyes remained frozen with hatred into two balls of burning ice. If the faceless Ninja Assassin could have smiled visibly he would as his aura lessened by ten strengths. With help from Dragon Knight Philip's spirit Krys was placed back unto the Griffin's wet back. Gareth stood straight and tall, almost looking down at Krys from his height of seven feet. "His voice had but one issue: an item of DOOM! lies to the east and newfound allies doth sway out love against them. In that regard his word has a defensive barrier to be set from the Toll Bridge to the Point Mercy." As Krys gasped, Gareth was enveloped by a smog and was gone. "Do they mean full-scale war at this rate? We must land to message the hero of Bill to the east and let him know love and peace and see if willingness prevails peace or lest war shalleth find hold." Spotting a small town, the force landed and paid thrice the gold to send three the messengers to the hero of Bill lest one might fall two might travel and if a second slain then the third shall succeed. * * * Politician Jones smiled as his hoverbug landed at the shack in the depths of Western Holy Swamp that besat Ninja Assassin Gareth's range of spies. Many spider messengers swam around, but the Ninja Assassin was not to be seen. A messenger told of his traveling north and with words that were known to be though by Politician Jones, himself. Also, a reply from Lord (at least that is how the spider messengers referred to him) ShirKhan on matters of treaties and other affairs had arrived. Politcian Jones frowned, catching on the following section: >~Fifth: We do not give our approval for the demon to be liberated from our >~side of the boundary. Such an action will be considered a clear indication >~that a treaty is not in effect between us, as it would be a violation of the >~terms of the treaty itself. Politician Jones read the reply again and crumpled the note up in anger. "I would like a peaceful border, but not at this price of advantage." Mr. Archon pulled the keys for his hoverbug out of his pocket. "Shalleth we off?" "Off we will. On one hand could be the Demon of the Snows, at least as the rumours persist. On other hand is nothing." As Politician Jones entered his right foot in the hoverbug, a small messenger spider scrabled to him from the Ninja Assassin's command tent. "Sir," he meeeped. Politician Jones realized he couldn't have been more than a few cycles. "What is it ferocious one?" he jested, steping back out of the hoverbug. "A report from infantry who liberated Colour Burrow in sector 08. He said that our intelligence was off and that he had lunch with some SEO soldiers camped outside the castle." "They were closer than us?" Lazarus gasped. "Then... then they have already granted me a concession. I will fufill their trust and let our treaty stand. In fact, I shall add a mutual favour in return." The spider messenger nodded and ran off with a correspondance, his little dagger teeth gleeming. * * * It was hours before the little spider messenger came upon the city of Logica. He handed forward a small note to the guard outside, which read: ~Dear Esteemed ShirKhan, ~ As I am humbled in thine most unholy arrogance I concede the ruins at SW ~Demon to your care. In addition I was wondering if you would agree to the ~following mutually beneficial deal: ~ As reports have it that Europium(63) has only large bats as its ~defenders, which although excellant scouting units are poor in the art of siege ~and thereby are incapable of taking the city located in sector 66 that lies in ~what we agreed in the treaty to be off-limits to those who love The Master and ~all things commanded holy. Yet, as of twenty-four hours from now I shalleth ~set thine most powerful of boots down but a yard away. If it pleaseth thee, ~I shalleth destroy the defenses and leave the city to become a well-supplied ~mine for thoust's strong forces. If thoust positions the bat nearby, the ~exchange shalleth consume no worries and bring joy upon both of our peoples. ~ ~ Until a foe's death, ~ Politcian Lazarus Jones, ~ Herald of The Master, ~ Duke of The Citadel, and ~ International Mystery Man Extrodinaire. The seal of Lazarus Jones adorned the sealed envelope. Also included was a carbon-creating, official, limited edition, collector's treaty of peace between the forces wearing white and blue. Lazarus Jones had the stipulations of no crossing 0th parallel without permission, the loss of occupying across said border, and the duration until a foe had passed or had the turn of 18 passed. He had even taken the liberty of already signing his name. -- oh well... didn't actually see that orc there. Sorry for the start. -- in case it is not obvious, (--) are comments. Demon(of Trees, Str 7) attacks Neutral City 61, guarded by a spider. WarBOT beta 8 Armyset: Tournament b1-4 WL version: PC Classic Intense Combat: Off Terrain: Enemy city 0,1,2 prod Hero Bonuses Non- For- TOTAL Minus Fly Natural Item Hero tify City Cancel BONUS Enemy Item -------------------------------------------------------------- ATT: 0 0 1 0 N *1* 0 No DEF: 0 0 0 0 1 *1* 0 No Entered Final Attack Units: Strength Strength Survival % --------------- -------- -------- ---------- Demon 7 8 0.57949 <-- Lives! Defense Units: --------------- Spider 4 7 0.42051 <-- Dies... Attacker wins with 1 unit(s) remaining Demon pillages Spiders(350 gold) at 61. Spiders bought at 61 for 700 gold. Hvy. Infantry pillages Scouts(175 gold) at 08. Spiders bought at 08 for 700 gold. 08 renamed Burrow Jade 08. 61 renamed Point Mercy 61. Devil, Pikeman blessed in North Temple. Final Cities: 14 Gold: 3216 Income: 500 Expenses: 224. Lt. Oline Experience: 14 Change from last turn: 0 Plt Jones Experience: 8 Change from last turn: 0 *** File Transfer: Round R=B Game xx=12. Next Player's Turn yy=6 Side z=2 _______________________________________________________________________________ __________ __________/ \__________ <__________ Turn 6 __________> \__________/ _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 6 Gamefile Sent To: Bottom Burp (Yellow) (timmy@multiline.com.au) Date Sent: Thursday April 09, 1998 at 05:17 AM EDT Date Gamefile Due: Sunday April 12, 1998 at 05:17 AM EDT (In GMT-0500: Sunday April 12, 1998 at 4:17 AM) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tournament Game: "B12" Turn Number: 6 Gamefile Sent To: Raider (Red) (kamevil@gnt.net) Date Sent: Friday April 10, 1998 at 05:16 AM EDT Date Gamefile Due: Monday April 13, 1998 at 05:16 AM EDT (In GMT-0500: Monday April 13, 1998 at 4:16 AM) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _______________________________________________________________________________ The following message was sent on Friday April 10, 1998 at 05:17 AM EDT by Tim Lethbridge to all players; Round B, Turn 06, Side 2 (Bottom Burp, Yellow) Initial Change Final Hero 1 exp 12 0 12 Hero 1 lev 1 0 1 Hero 2 exp 8 +3 11 Hero 2 lev 1 0 1 Cities 7 0 7 Gold 6631 0 6631 Income 292 0 292 Expenses 57 0 57 Harry explored NE Demon, and found a demon. ***************************************************** Squinting in the darkness, Harry feels his way through the ruins. It is pitch black, with nothing to guide him but his instincts. His devil steps quietly behind him, strangely nimble on his feet for a creature who only the day before consumed almost the entire population of a small town. "What is in here, Master?" the devil snarls from behind. Harry shakes his head, although in the darkness there was no way the devil could have known. "I don't know," Harry whispered in reply. Despite his voice being soft, the echo made it sound like a hurricane was over their heads. "There was a sign outside this place," Harry said. "Which read `NE Demon'. But I don't see how that is going to help us." The pair continued to search, when suddenly the room lit up as fire rolled all around them. Harry screamed in pain as the heat singed him. The devil snarled, and searched around for their attacker. Harry drew his sword, but knew a sword could not protect him from the deadly flames which engulfed him. "WHO IS THIS WHO INVADES MY LAIR?" A voice booms. Harry jumps, then takes a step back as a figure emerges from the gloom. "Oh no," the devil moans, his fear now gone. "A demon." "Oh great,"