17 Jan 20 UTC |
Spring, 1: I dont know what you all think but I personally feel as though we should keep this all anonymous and figure out who we are at the end, I think that would be the most fun |
17 Jan 20 UTC |
Spring, 1: Here, here, that would be acceptable to Rome. |
18 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 1: I decree that I do not remember how this activity is conducted as to why my army is in a land not secured by my empire |
18 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 1: I do hereby declare that you as my enemy I hope thee fail, however as my friend I must tell you that you must hold a factory territory for one turn after you move into it |
18 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 1: Rome would encourage thee to visit thine frienemy at his great library of alexandria and consult the scrolls there painstakingly inscribed with the wisdom of diplomacy ie the rules. |
21 Jan 20 UTC |
Spring, 2: I wish all my combatants a good evening and hope everyone is enjoying prosperity |
21 Jan 20 UTC |
Spring, 2: Indeed good sir, you as well |
21 Jan 20 UTC |
Spring, 2: GameMaster: Game was extended due to at least 1 member failing to enter orders and having an excused missed turn available. This has un-readied all orders. |
21 Jan 20 UTC |
Spring, 2: This delay is unfortunate and I hope our lackadaisical member changes his demeanor |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: Good morrow gentlemen! In the wake of this great afternoon, I would like to finally make mine first appearance as a valuable member of this match, as before this point I had little to no recollection of the importance of our great and international chat room. I wish you all good fortune in our future endeavors. |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: I wish you good fortune as well sir, as you wait for your inevitable demise. |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: Such strong words from such an unfit opponent! I adore you. |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: I wish I could personally be the cause of you countries demise but sadly I feel as though I will not make it to the fun swiftly enough as your small country will be quickly demolished |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: Gentlemen! Praise the Sun! For we all share this battlefield in the glory of your respective gods and truly you are all worthy adversaries. I wish you good fortune before your downfall companions! |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: Our fellow adversary of Carthage seems to have forgotten some of his earliest teachings in the English language, as the correct term would be "country's". |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: It seems our friend from Persia has forgotten their place in this world |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: Please gentlemen settle it through your actions - fisticuffs! |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: This does not involve you sir! Fret upon thyself fool. |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: if my fellow nations do not decree to be peacefull i shall excrete waste into mine own pantaloons |
22 Jan 20 UTC |
Autumn, 2: That is absolutely filthy you human garbage. I hope the black plague pulls you six feet deep |