Atlantis Times, Volume 1, Number 12

From: rwallace@cs.tcd.ie (Russell Wallace)

Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1993 08:53:51 +0000

Atlantis Times, Volume 1, Number 12
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A number of people have requested that the exact number of days training a unit
possesses in a skill be shown alongside the skill level, so I have implemented
it this turn; the number of days training is shown in square brackets.

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Caro e extinto reporter,
Nao faco a menor ideia quantos portugueses estao a jogar a isto e quantos ja
deixaram de jogar devido aos infortunios da vida. Mas, pelas suas palavras e
pelos dados em que se baseiam, acredito que existem mesmo muitos portugueses a
jogar (porcaria do teclado que ja meteu um RETURN a mais...) mas realmente teria
uma certa graca que se escrevesse em portugues, quanto mais nao seja para termi-
nar com a monotonia do Ingles, inclusive podiamos pensar nisto como uma especie
de codigo secreto, porque a maioria dos bifes nao percebe a ponta dum corno
desta malfadada lingua (e nao sou eu que vou ensinar ninguem!) por isso e
parafra-seando um dos chavoes da internacional...

Portugueses de todo o mundo, uni-vos.

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"We of the Wusundahey Brotherhood humbly remind the noble warlord of the
Silver Lizards of a few salient points regarding their negotiations:

1) There were at least three Covenant factions trying to negotiate peace
with you.

2) You acknowledged and admitted that you committed the initial act of
violence towards the Covenant.

3) You were unwilling to make reparations based upon these initial acts,
as a sign of trust.

4) You and your allies hemmed in a large portion of the Covenant in a place
where they could not enjoy free trade with neighboring locations.

It is written that to a man of violence, a peaceful act is still
an act of violence. To a man of peace, a violent act is still an act
of peace.

We wish you well in your travels."

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The Lothlorien Faction (21) proudly announces the formation of the
Dryck defense force. Don't let yourself be wiped out by warring
marauders! Safety is in numbers. To join, send a ally yourself with
me, and send a message to me at <ckim@skidmore.edu> so I may do the
same for you.

Lady Galadriel

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Now open!  Your favourite  pizzas  available at Sarab.	Come to the best
PIZZA UT restaurant you've ever been at.

All slices of pizza, just like you want them, with lots of cheese, or no
chesse	at all.	 Onions,  mushrooms,  olives,  ham,  bacon  and tuna are
available.  Just ask for what you want.

And as a special  offer, for the next  month  only, you can have two for
the price of one.  Come to Sarab and stop eating that peasant food.  Eat
a nice civilized meal.	The best pizas in all Atlantis.

Just 1 (one)  silver  piece for a slice of any pizza  and a soft  drink.
All you have to do is to place	your  order at	<marcange@pt.oracle.com>
and add the following to your Atlantis orders :	 PAY 38 <number>,  where
<number> is the number of slices you want.

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PIZZA UT is  willing  to open  more  shops  all over  Atlantis.	 If your
interested in a franchising in other regions, please contact Galvanis at
this address <marcange@pt.oracle.com> for further details.

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To those who read the PIZZA UT announcement:

Due to a regretable mistake of our typist (that has already been fired),
in our previous announcement apeared the prototype order

PAY 38 <number>

where it should be

PAY 1368 <number>

We present our	sincere	 apologies,  and to the owner of unit 38 we will
gladly	offer  a full  pizza,  not  just a  slice,  at	Sarab  (*), as a
compensation for any inconvenience that we may have caused.

(*) - Sorry, but we don't make deliveries yet.

Pizza Ut, Inc.

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A'Non stopped to look at the wayside shrine. The little altar to
Wocnir had been desecrated some time in the recent past and crudely
daubed with red paint; the graffiti "All Hal the Conking Mon" hinted at
both the identity and the literacy of the perpetrators. Roughly chiselled
across one bulging eye of the shrine's spider idol was a heart pierced
by an arrow and the inscription "R luvs K". Ugly stains suggested other
indecencies of which A'Non shuddered to think.

Since setting out from Duncansby several months earlier A'Non had been
aware that he was venturing into dangerous lands. But this sad act of
vandalism in Bocholt was the first sign he'd seen of the turmoil which
must surely be roiling beneath the surface in these parts of Atlantis.
He sighed. Within a month, he knew, he would arrive in Carnforth where
he might hope to settle for a time and prosper. He sighed again, thinking
of those left behind in Duncansby; of one in particular...

Memory transported A'Non through both time and space to the market in
Duncansby three - or was it four? - long months ago when he'd parted
from Jude...Shrouded as always in veils, soft-spoken, she had pleaded
with A'Non to stay as they talked beneath the awning of a pottery stall.
"It is too dangerous," she had said, reaching a hand to touch his cheek.
Then, abruptly, seeing the determination in his eyes she had dropped
her head, turned away and begun to walk off. "Hey, Jude, don't be afraid..."
But A'Non had spoken too late; with a swish of her concealing veils the
mysterious woman had vanished into the crowded marketplace...

Now A'Non crouched, watching the beetles and spiders that scuttled across the
desecrated altar gathering food and weaving their webs oblivious to the insults
and heartaches of humanity. "We get by with a little help from our friends,"
he said, smiling at Ous, who had been patiently waiting as A'Non examined
the shrine. Together they continued on their way towards Carnforth.

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New to Atlantis? So are we!
	Need map info? Leave it to us!
	Need a scout? Ask us!

Thax's Wondrous Scouting Organization (94)

Walk-ins welcome.....

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The members of the order congregated on the small hillock, appearing
out of the mists and fog that swirled about. As each one arrived they
dropped their coins onto the small but growing heap.
"Are we all here?" said the sister. Nods of affirmation from the gathered
knot of followers.
"Let's see then." She counted the silver pieces.
"52, Right 5 of us get out of here, and take the wood with us. It'll have to
be the weaponsmith, and the crossbowyer. we need the taxes. We'll send someone
back for the rest of you. The lumberjacks will just have to put up with
things. We'll post some more oiled blankets."
The lucky ones picked up their money and belongings and squelced off through
the swamp. The others sat around for a bit, not wanting to abandon the
relative comfort of the knoll.
Eventually one picked up his axe,
"Tree,oh. Trreeeeeoh,  swing me axe and chop me down a tree!"
One by one the others got up and joined in, leaving to find some work to do.

-The Grey Watch. Life in a swamp.

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Git the Somewhat Spiffy, (nearly) fearless leader of the Rogues, stepped
forward to address the people gathered around the campfire on the plains of
Yakleks.  Their numbers were pitifully few, due to inordinate unluck in
recruitment attempts over the previous month.  he recognized several
outsiders in the back of the group; these he knew were messengers from
his allies, come to hear what their brother in arms had to say.

"My fellow Atlanteans, my friends - we now stand on the verge of history."

A single cheer rose up near the back, only to be cut short by an elbow in
the ribs and a hurried whisper:

"Shut up, mate!	 'e means we're about t' _be_ 'istory!"

"Oh."

Git continued, "The future looks dark before us.  Those who we counted on
as friends - the Hare Krishnas -"

The group started muttering oaths under their breaths.

"- have recently declared their intent to ensure that our children will never
again see another sunrise.  We are to be mercilessly slaughtered despite all
of their promises of friendship!"

A voice cried out "But what about our teeming 'ordes of skilled swordsmen?"

"Well, I'm afraid our teeming hordes has shrunk considerably.  Instead of
the thirty-two we planned to have, we have in fact only five, and those are
all unarmed."

A gasp rose up from the crowd.	A child began to cry, despite her mothers
attempts to calm her.

"The situation does not look good.  But, my friends, we must not give up!
We must continue to fight for what we think is right!  We must continue in
our struggle for Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness!  We will fight
them in the Plains of Yakleks!	We will fight them in the mountains of Alden!
We will fight them in the swamps and in the forests!  We will never surrender!
Also, I have presented our case to the Great God Russell, and we may yet be
granted our militia.  Also, we have strong allies!  All told, we number nearly
one hundred!"

Cheers break out!  Then a voice "And 'ow many do they 'ave?"

Git stopped smiling and began fiddling with his robes as he said, "Um, er...
Well, maybe close to <mumble>."

"What was that?	 I didn't 'ear back 'ere!"

Slowly, quietly the man on addressing the crowd said "Nearly two hundred fifty.
Maybe more."

Silence suddenly swept the crowd.  The child began to cry again.

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Pagal Baba's account of the converversation between A.C. Bhaktivedanta
Swami Prabupada and Lord Krisna on the eve of the slaughter of the
Yaklets Covenant contingent:

Pagal Baba:
       A.C. sat dejected,
       filled with pity,
       his sad eyes blurred by tears,
       Krisna gave him counsel.

Lord Krisna:
       Why this cowardice
       in time of crisis?
       The coward is ignoble, shameful,
       foreign to the ways of heaven.

Don't yeild to impotence!
       It is unatural in you!
       Banish this petty weakness in your heart.
       Rise to the fight, Prabupada!

A.C.:
       Krishna, how can I fight the covenant?
       The flaw of pity
       blights my very being;
       conflicting sacred duties
       confound my reason.

I ask you to tell me
       decisively - Which is better?
       I am your pupil.
       Teach me what I seek!

I see nothing
       that could drive away
       the grief.
       What withers my senses;
       even if I won kingdoms
       of unrivaled wealth
       on Atlantis
       and sovereignty over gods?

Lord Krisna:
       Look to your own duty;
       do not treble before it;
       nothing is better for a warrior
       than a battle of sacred duty.

The doors of heaven open
       for warriors who rejoice
       to have a battle like this
       thrust on them by chance.

If you fail to wage this war
       of sacred duty,
       you will abandon your own duty
       and fame only to gain evil.

Your enemies will slander you,
       scorning your skill,
       in so many unspeakable ways-
       could any suffering be worse?

If you are killed, you win heaven;
       If you triumph, you enjoy Atlantis;
       therefore Prabupada, stand up!
       and resolve to fight the Battle!!!!!!!!

(Translated from Sanskrit by Pagal Baba)

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"To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem"
Russell Wallace, Trinity College, Dublin
rwallace@cs.tcd.ie