Are you tough enough to be the "King of the Hill"?

[Thermodyne]

Well the game with Nodachi is moving along.

A large fleet of ships from the evil Nodachi Empire Forced its way past a small group of Thermolian customs frigates, and then after a brief pause, proceeded to attack a small planet populated by kind, good hearted Thermolians. The local population was forced to endure the attack in terror, possessing no offensive weapons of their own. Only the hard work of their unions kept the evil Nodachian’s at bay.

Now the small peaceful Thermolian Empire has managed to scrape together a few war ships and will try to turn back the next wave of the Nodachian hordes at the border. And while the evil Nodachian barbarians prepare for all out war, the peaceful Thermolians place their trust in a few good men, who hold the fate of the empire in their few small ships. Although hopelessly out gunned, the Thermolian fleet will try to deny the Nodachian’s any further incursions into the lands of the good peace loving Thermolians.

[Slynky]

Oooh, Thermo, I have read a lot of your epics in the looong KOTH thread. Nice to see reports of how things are going. Some color, as it were.

NOW, in my game (do I hear yawning?), my poor peacful farmers, who had just recently discoverd space travel, built a few colony ships to explore the nearby planets when, suddenly, warships from an unknown species warped into their home system. Knowing they had not mastered the ability to build thier own warships, they worked overtime (read: EB...LOL) to build defensive platforms to try to ward off the potential enemy. After a few months, preparations were made and ships launched and the evil aggressors departed their home system.

Years passed and minor skirmishes ensued as each race tried to eek out a colony in the same system. Mines exploding, baited traps, and surprised by a development called "fighters", our empire plodded forward.

Fronts were being established and research carried out at frenzied paces.

It has turned into an interesting game and a few turns I even found myself in 1st place (only God knows how).

[primitive]

Refugees of the once proud Nindra Nation, driven almost to extinction by the forces of the "Evil Eye", had found a safe heaven in a new galaxy far far away. Or so they thought.

Their first ship, the unarmed scout escort "peace in our time", met with another race, the bloodthirsty Thritians only a couple of months (turn 4) after its completion. Seeing the Thritians already posessed superior shipbuilding technology (frigates), the valiant defenders of peace retreated to their home system.

Realising that the Thritians was a warlike race (20/20 berzerker), and unlikely to disarm themself, the "counil of peace" decided the only way the Nindra coud regain their innocence was by exterminating the bastards (That this also would make the Nindras penises feel much larger, was not part of the equation).

Resources was scarse, and research of new technology was prioritzed, so when the minions of evil popped into the Nindra homesystem, the only defences was a fleet of 15 mostly empty escortsize vessels (LOL ). 4 or 5 of the fiendish frigates would have blown this fleet to kingdom come, but the cowardly forces retreated without a fight.

Now the Nindras are widespread in the galaxy, their technology is great, and resources abundant. The time of retribution have finally come.

[Thermodyne]

The Thermolian Empire has at great expense and sacrifice, gathered together a small flotilla of ships and sent a peace expedition into Nodachian space. We are about to make a diplomatic port call and ask for permission to visit one of the Nodachian home worlds. We see no reason why we can not live in peace once the Nodachians have vacated Thermolian space. We see that the Nodachians have gathered a large Invasion fleet around this world, so we can only hope that they will be willing to parlay.


(Big fight on the card for next turn. The underdog peaceful Thermolians against the technologically superior Evil Nodachians )

[Stone Mill]

I love reading the updates.

In another quadrant, King Stone Mill of the Mercador empire has heard little from his 1st expeditionary force. A full year has passed and still no sign of Asmala's notorious Black Hole Riders.

The new colonies have been warned: the Riders will come one day with extreme predjudice.

[Slynky]

With a stalemate on the forward battlelines, the Trithian empire (such as it is) sought other systems and planets to expand to in the unknown universe...only to find the dreaded Nindra had been sucking up ALL the planets.

It has become obvious that the Nidra spread like a disease and need to be quarrantined.

A pathetic plea for help in this endeavor has gone unanswered. It appears we are alone in the universe. Perhaps treachery is the answer!

[Slynky]

Originally posted by Stone Mill:
In another quadrant, King Stone Mill of the Mercador empire has heard little from his 1st expeditionary force. A full year has passed and still no sign of Asmala's notorious Black Hole Riders.

The new colonies have been warned: the Riders will come one day with extreme predjudice.

Yes, you can be sure of that, Stone. He's a scrappy kid with lots of moxi! I wish I was a fly on the "wall" of that game.

[Slynky]

Sadly, it is imperative that I report the demise of the Trithian empire. At turn 61, they have succombed to the Primitive rulership of the Nindra.

The Last living souls will be absorbed into the Nindra society. While the ability to live is appealing to them, they have yet to learn that their captors have bigger penises (see earlier post... )

Good game, Primitive! I learned some lessons and am going home with spank marks on my ***!

Cheers!

[Nodachi]

The undead forces of the Thermolians have begun yet another incursion into Nodachian space. How can a creator who values all life allow such an abomination to exist?
This time the creatures from the netherworld have slaughtered a peaceful farming colony full of senior citizens and children. It seems that the evil overlord Thermodyne shall eat well tonight.
Through great tears of anguish the noble Nodachi awaits the next attack.

[primitive]

The primitive one dances his victorydance. Dancelovers everywhere turn away in disgust, cause it's not a pretty sight to behold.

The slynky one had put up a good fight but to no awail. Mines and WPs did not stand a chance against brute force (outproduced him).

He raises his eyes to the top of the hill. There is a new (very bad) Elvis impersonator there now, but the crown is still the same. Still nice and shiny. Primitive wants that crown, he wants that crown real bad.

Slynky:
Thanx for a great game. 60 turns in 3 days