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[Il Palazzo]

I guess we should start looking for a replacement for Lorak.
To take over T'ien Ch'i, send your CV and covering letter to antiulmishalliance@lanka.com.

[Il Palazzo]

IMPORTANT
I kinda forgot to postpone the game, and it processed the turn without half the players' saves.
I've rolled it back just now.

Those of you who sent the turns properly - you don't have to resend it again, even if llama tells you otherwise.
Also, don't download the new turn file. Or, if you have and played the new turn, delete both .2h and .trn files from your saves folder, else the game goes bananas.

[Il Palazzo]

Still looking for a replacement. The Chinese in Mordor await their new master.

[Tres_Huevos]

If no one else turns up, I'd be willing to give it a go, so long as my being a complete noob at the game isn't a problem (I've only had the game for about two days, but, hey, it should be Fun).

[Il Palazzo]

As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome.
Pass me your email address, and I'll get you the save.

[Tres_Huevos]

"H...o? Hello?" A voice rang out in the head of Gun, the prophet of One Eyed Pete. Looking up from the books he was pouring over, he peered about shocked, and stammered, "Wha..?"

"Can you hear me now?"

"Pete? Is that you Pete? I thought you died."

"Yeah. I did. Are you going to, you know, actually do anything about that, or just leave me rotting here?"

Gun cringed as he felt the ire of his god, "Yeah, sorry about that, we've kind of been lost without your guidance."

"That's pretty obvious. Ugh, I don't know what killed me, but whatever it was, it must have bashed my head in pretty damn well, because I remember next to nothing. Also, I woke up still DEAD, did I mention that? Not too pleased about that. Anyway, I'm going to need you fill me in on what the state of affairs of my state are."

"Yes sir," Gun closed his tome, and did his best to fill his god on the goings on of the world.

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In other words, I'm taking over for T'ien Ch'i. If there's anything I should know, such as if I'm at war with someone, or there are borders I should be respecting if I don't want to be at war with someone, it'd be nice to be filled in.

[Il Palazzo]

Our good chap Lorak left Mordor slowly rebounding from the Ulmish incursion that had seen much success initially, possibly even killing Pete himself. Luckily, Mordor's good friends in Lanka sent their famous lawyers and celebrities to help their neighbour in those dire times, as well as supporting them financially.
Together we marched against the beefed up musical hordes of the evil Cassette.

Little concrete news reach Gondor from the faraway lands where lovable satyrs and centaurs frolick with peasant girls in the fields, but our impression was that they had a short history of violence with both Ulm and T'ien Ch'i, but due to the fickle nature of Pangea's inhabitants, both conflicts fizzled out rather quickly, reverting to the peaceful state from the times of yore.

In the North and the far East, naked gaellic weirdoes and their druidic drug-dealers are fighting a bloody war against the passionately extraverted hotheads from Abysia. Hundreds upon hundreds are dead already, especially around the fortress of Shire.

[slMagnvox]

Oh noes.

Ignus, you'd better get up to something quick! And no, not declaring war on Ulm!

Palazzo, this thing is ready to rock as soon as everyone (looks like you, me and Kebooo) get turns in, yeah?

[Il Palazzo]

Ayup. It might be acutally just you and me, since there was a rollback, and Kebooo had his turn in, I think.
Gotta change the thread name.

[Il Palazzo]

Still waiting for slMagnvox's turn. There's no need panic. Stay calm. Everything's fine.

[Ignus]

Who unsubscribed me to this thread? Hmm? Was it you?

Damn centaurs, awful with computers. It's the hooves, you see?


Anyway: Chop-chop with the delaying. That's my job.

[Il Palazzo]

"Ha-ha!", L.Ron Hubbard shouted with a great shout, as he finally managed to unlock the door of the closet in which he accidently locked himself a few years ago.

The masses of his demonic and primate subjects gathered in front of his house chanted in unison:
"L.Ron Hubbard came out of the closet! He came out of the closet!"

And there was a great feast and much celebration. The apes ate the demons, the demons ate the apes, and everybody ate the markatas.

Mary Sue Hubbard ordered a sacrifice of a hundred virgins of highest thetan counts, and prophesised that the end of the Evil Cassette's reign in the musical industry is nigh. She also branded Cassette "The Wife of Xenu", and blessed the ears of the faithful, so that they wouldn't be hurt by the horribad Ulmish music.

Speaking about good music, behold Ron and Mary Sue singing the national Lankan anthem.

[Dakk]

Lankan anthem is bork'd :C

So basicaly lanka is a land of scientologist primates, r'lyeh is the syndicate of unemployed tentacle monsters, ulm is a black metal records company, tien chi is a backwater theocracy ruled by the spirit of a godlike janitor, and the marveni is a social institution created to help to integrate a bunch of irish hobos who live on the forest into society.

[Il Palazzo]

Lankan anthem is bork'd :C

Huh!? How odd, the Lankan anthem has been on the net since forever, bringing joy and patriotic tears to thousands of little markatas in jungles around the world! And now, just a day or two after I decided to share it's glory with the rest of the Middle Earth it's taken down?
This must be some evil meddling of spiteful Cassette! She's the enemy of good music, after all.
But be not afraid, for I have managed to fix that link with a counterfeit copy of our anthem. Sadly, this time without translation.

Also, I'd like to discard the circulating rumours that the man on the associated music video is in fact not L.Ron Hubbard but his trusty Freak. This is not true. L.Ron actually does looks like that, he just had a bad indigestion on the day of shooting.

So basicaly lanka is a land of scientologist primates, r'lyeh is the syndicate of unemployed tentacle monsters, ulm is a black metal records company, tien chi is a backwater theocracy ruled by the spirit of a godlike janitor, and the marveni is a social institution created to help to integrate a bunch of irish hobos who live on the forest into society.

Almost good, but you're mixing this game with the other one - R'yleh is not here, however Ignus, who annoys people with his tentacled minions in Round Five plays in this one as well, only with the lovable, prancing, lustful Pangea.
Also, you've omitted the heated, passionate Abysian folk, who turned Shire into a festung.
Last of all, Ulm is no black metal. It's more of a 80s rock scene. I remember fighting Foreigner, if it rings any bells.

[E. Albright]

I can haz extension? Not gonna be able to touch this until late-ish tonight. Will repay inconvenience with fluff, I promise!