Atlantis Times, Volume 2, Number 2 From: rwallace@cs.tcd.ie (Russell Wallace) Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1993 23:08:32 +0000 Atlantis Times, Volume 2, Number 2 ---------------------------------- Could some people please take more care in naming and describing their units, I got some cases like people trying to give their units names and descriptions consisting entirely of random punctuation marks (which I filter out with a text editor macro) and names like "Unit 384" (when the actual unit number is 571 or whatever) and descriptions like "number: 200" (for a one-man unit); the latter don't make any difference in game terms since the format of the unit listing makes it possible to sort out the correct information, but it does create a nuisance for the other players who have to read this stuff. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Theocracy of Ulro is happy to announce that we will start the sale of horses in Febuary. Come to Liscanor (6, 13) to enjoy the following deals: 1 horse for 2 iron, or 2 wood, or 1 stone. 5 horses for 7 iron, 7 wood, or 3 stone. 10 horses for 10 iron, 10 wood, or 5 stone. Or, if you prefer, cash terms are available. Los, secretary to Urizen, High Theocrat of Ulro (158) --Name = ARI JORDON Mailbox # = 13 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Costuma-se dizer que nao ha' duas sem tres. Finalmente o Atlantis Times esta' um jornal poliglota, o que e' motivo para todos os lusofonos se orgulharem. Creio que sera' interessante fornecer informacao em portugues, mesmo nas barbas dos bifes e afins. Assim sendo, vamos la' a ver quem me responde a uma pergunta: ha' mesmo uma montanha nas coordenadas tres virgula cinco? E ha' ou nao uma outra em oito virgula quatro? E' que parece-me que o pessoal que costuma enviar informacao para o cartografo geral (o que tem um mapa no servidor de ficheiros) deixou de mandar essa informacao quando descobriu uma montanha. So' que pensaram que os outros nao iam topar isso. Entao e' simples, basta ver onde parou a informacao para saber onde esta' uma montanha, ou talvez floresta. Ja' agora gostaria de saber se os outros jogadores que enviaram noticias em portugues para aqui tambem receberam uma mensagem do mestre de jogo a dizer que as mensagens deviam ser na lingua deles. Ou melhor na lingua dos bifes, mas uma vez que o mestre de jogo nao e' um bife, nao me admirava nada que agora aparecesse uma noticia escrita em celtico. Devia ser interessante de ler. Bem haja. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Never has the strife of warring parties been carried on with so utter an absense of truth or fairness; never has the language of an opponent stooped to such depths of coarseness and scurrility. From the age of Kahar to the age of the Silver Lizards, the gravest statesmen were not ashamed to rival one another with nobility and respect. But this slanderous account of Git and the somewhat "dead", not only insults our faithful breatheren, but the sanctity of Krishna itself. His almighty Lord Krishna is beginning to believe that other player characters are too corrupt to learn his path to nirvana. Therefore he has instructed his children to prevent other players corruption of the peasants. To truly free all the peasants of Atlantis, we must experience the knowledge and true faith associated with Krishna. To all of the unfaithful, we can no longer guarantee you're existance in this incarnation. Hare Krishna, A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada (davgold@nervm.nerdc.ufl.edu) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Blind Dominic, mad leader of the Hidalgo Trading Company, sat at his writing desk and stared into the flames of a candle. (Stared? He's blind! Shhh. He'll hear you.) His family, friends, employees and vassals still weren't sure what to make of their new name "The Sons of No Man" (I'll tell you what I make of it! SHHHH. You want him mad?) His men still thought of themselves as peaceful traders, not as the merciless killers Mad Dominic had in mind. Dominic was pondering many deep things, including the now-tedious debates on revealing formulas in PBMs. (Ho now, aren't we clever with the meta-references) And now his colleague Roack, working feverishly on some giant tome of a Dwarven Thesis, was brimming with slogans: "Iron trump cards" and "We'll die like men. . . uh. . .dwarves." It was a grim time for our heroes. And now the armies were gathered in the swamps of Caserta. And the good people's of the First Island would be slaughtered by the unyielding and unconquerable swords of the southern armies. The Dark Rangers and the Silver Lizards would exact their revenge on the good burghers of Ettrick. Ettrick never had a chance. Duncansby never had a chance. But together, they might . . . just might . . . have a chance. (Optimistic, now, aren't we?) Dominic had in front of him a short note, addressed to all the free peoples of the First Island. It read, in part: "Their generals are ruthless. They play to win. Through your inaction, whether by explicit alliance or by disinterested passivity, you will allow them to control all the centers of production on the First Island. After eliminating us, they will then eliminate you. "Their armies number 900 in Caserta alone. The hundreds of untrained recruits can be fed only through expansion. Will you be able to stand up to the armies when they come for you? If you remain in the safety of your home province, besotted in your bourgeois comfort, one by one you will be incinerated in the onrushing iron flames of this wildfire. Immediate, direct action is the only answer." (Ooh. Looks like the boss is mad.) "And gentlemen, please stop whispering behind my back. I'm not deaf, you know." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -- "To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem" Russell Wallace, Trinity College, Dublin rwallace@cs.tcd.ie Up