Sorry that I might sound newbie, but I have been playing DF long enough to get bored with it in a single player, and have attended enough succession games (small ones) that I thought this sort of game might be plausible and interesting. We have discussed it on the quakenet DF channel, and it looked like something nice to try.
If that was already done, then I am sorry for cloning the idea
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The key : Players start on the SAME map, with _exactly_ the same equipment and skills (set by the op), and not necessarily best one, or best conditions. Its not a succession game, all of the players still control their own fort, they just write their own stories, and you build up a "what could have happened" for the same region.
Rules :
1) Please do not cheat. Reveal is easy, but it breaks the interest.
2) Players need to sign up, for the duration of a week (or shorter, depending on the number of players)
3) Players each post yearly update each week. (if you played more, just save your updates for the future)
4) Players should not mention exact location of the resources. Try not to make it obvious. Mentioning that things EXIST is allright, just dont tell exactly where
5) If player fails to update in a week, his story is disregarded ( not really, since it wont matter much)
End result :
You get to see how really different a fortress could be on the same piece of landscape
What do you think?
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SAVE GAME FILE :
http://rapidshare.com/files/247106071/region1.zip.htmlhttp://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=1138 (thanks for mirroring)
STORY :
-- Uhh... its getting darker Sakzul, are you sure we are on the right track?
-- Yeah, don't worry, the shortcut does lead through these hills, and see the sun? Its as bright as it was few hours ago -- Sakzul looked around, his eye twitched, and he started to murmur to himself
Eleven dwarfs were bound together in their journey to their destiny, a wonderful land, land of high peaks which cover the heavenly valleys with their shadow... Maggots running in the grass, and unimaginable treasures hidden under the skin of the mountains. They always dreamed about the place when they were children, listening to the legends of the elder. Many engravings in the mountainhomes were describing the wonders of that land, and growing the seed of adventure in the minds of our heroes.
And now, after the years have past, and the eleven dwarvlings became tough and skilled dwarfs, they decided to set off to find the land of their childhood legends. They knew that the journey will be long and dangerous, two wagons were full with seeds and food, beer and ale, and of course an old rusty, but still working, iron anvil. They got a few dogs and cats, and a pair of war dogs, in case someone will try to bother their small caravan... And so they set off, travelling for days and weeks, to the south of the known world, to the place where maps were marked by their long gone ancestors, and with just a small arrow, drawn with chalk, which marked a location of the "Heaven" somewhere on the blank corner of the map...
-- Sakzul, have you seen that!? -- Fikod jumped up and was staring at his hand.
-- What is it, Fikod? -- Sakzul gave the horses to the Zan and stepped over to the Fikod
-- Its... Its a fly, Sakzul, it bit me! -- Fikod was shaking
-- So what? Flies can bite, nothing wrong about it, you, little sissie!
-- No no.. Its not that Sakzul, look! Its not really a fly, its just... it's bones? I have never thought that flies had bones at all! -- Fikod showed the remains of the fly to the Sakzul.
-- Naaa... its just an old one Fikod, maybe it fell off a tree or something.. -- Sakzul lazily went back to the front of the wagon, leaving Fikod to stare at the fly.
A moment later a sound of a breaking wood and screams broke the silence of the surrounding hills... One of the wagons, with most provision and supplies which the dwarfs had left, fell into the pit they were trying to get around...
-- Oandel! -- Shouted out Zan, trying to make a break to the edge of the pit.
-- DONT, leave it! -- Sakzul caught the Zan's cloth and forced him on the ground.
-- LET ME! Oandel! -- Zan's shouts soon faded out into a quiet cries, full of sorrow and fading hope.
Sakzul came to the edge of the pit, checking if there were any survivors remaining, but the pit was clean, although he could still hear a distant scream in his ears. He couldnt tell whether it was real or just his imagination...
After a few hours, dwarfs got their only wagon away from the pit, and made a camp, in a desperate attempt to distract them from the tragedy.
-- Listen! We lost five of our friends. I pray to the Gods they will reach the legends with their spirits. But we have to live on, and show that their lives did not go to waste -- Sakzul made a pause -- we have to move on..
-- We dont have supplies you dumbass! -- shouted Zan
-- He is right, Sakzul, we only have some seeds and barely any food or drinks, we dont even have ammo for the crosbows! And out axes fell into the pit too, there is no way we could make it further without more supplies. We need to make a camp, -- said Ezum with an effort to sound calm
-- Yes, a camp is the only option, lets hope there will be iron in this god forsaken hills -- Dakost hit his foot on the nearbly rock.
The rock flew into the nearbly bush, disturbing the leaves...
-- Quiet! -- Sakzul stared at the bush -- theres something moving there...
-- Nothing serious, its just a rock, Sakzul..
Bushes have moved again, showing a small maggot to the dwarfs.
-- Ahh, come here you -- Sakzul smiled and tried to catch the maggot -- DARN IT! It bit me! -- he shouted, stepping on it.
Surprisingly, there was no sound of ripping skin and flesh, but instead a dry crack of breaking bones...
-- No... -- held his breath Fikod -- could it really be?..
DEADLINE:
1st of July for the 1st year report. Please try to post your story right at the deadline, +- a day, if time allows you, so that we will have pack updates.
PLEASE WRITE YOUR STORY.
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