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Well it looks like we need a new thread on these forums to reflect the recent tribe changes so thought might kick start this now. Do note that, as always, I have no idea what actually goes on in other tribes but thought might share what may have gone on.....
First I think we need to go back in time (waves hands mysteriously) and lo and behold your screen begins to revolve! Quicker and quicker you travel back in time and space and dear reader you now find yourself on the Via Appia Antica on the outskirts of Rome...(probably Didcot but hey we can all dream!).
"Oh Lordy Jo what have you done!" I hear you cry. But fret not as with cookies in hand I shall take you on a quick tour of some of the more memorable (kind of) events of W3! yes yes I spoil you but we now in W3 circa Novemberish time.....
Our TFF camera swoops (see what I did there Dan!) to the slightly shabby forum (cheap marble from Sicily ruins the overall effect) of the SPQR tribe and as we gaze around we can see the floorspace of the Spare Players Quickly Required tribe covered with beanbags and empty pizza boxes with a radio playing in the back ground.....
We focus in on the Imperator's throne where Astutus Brittanicus sits shielded by the swords and spears of his minions.
"Imperator" said Larix Magnus buffing his breastplate furiously and feeling slightly foolish in his skirt "I await your commands as to how best to throw out the TFF nubiia (latin for noobs but I think you get the idea) from our provinces as they are running rampant through our Empire! Villas are being sacked and our armies crushed where they stand and yet all our people hear is "stack me stack me" from your noble self?"
"Villes lente augescent cito extinguuntur" intoned Fordus
"what" screamed Astutus Brittanicus "how many times do I need to tell you that we are just pretend Romans not real ones and no one speaks freaking Latin anymore. It is P R E T E N D we just based ourselves on the Romans for funnsies. Understand?
"um think your mean Agnosco actually Imperator oops Boss" whispered Chiefus Maximus, "and Fordus was just saying that "villas grow slowly but die quickly" and those TFF barbarians have taken over 800 of our villas already and surely we must have a better plan that just stacking you?
"It's a great plan!" snarled Astutus Brittanicus "and we're sticking to it as it keeps me safe from those fearsome cough nublike TFF spear nukes! Our fearsome legionaries can manage by themselves! Are we not the children of Romulus and Remus? Who defeated the Metalix Heads, saw off the Uninspraticus and their printing presses and held our own against the Yolk Folk? Anyway where are my stackers sorry tribe mates?"
"they stand before you Imperator" simpered Larix Magnus "see look the noble matron Trudi, the indefatigable Wilgore, the oddly named GrahamPaulkelly and the Learning to Count Star have come to hear your orders/stack you some more!"
"ah sweet Trudi" smirked Astutus "how are your troops/my stacks? but why do you not caper before me with sweet meatery and choice radio requests? Pray tell your Imperator what troubles you and why your toga hangs limp upon your shoulders?"
"You trouble me!" cried Trudi and sweeping off her toga (Mitchnom goes blind) revealing herself to be dressed in barbarian garb! "I've had it with your Counsels, pro counsels and any other type of counsels that you enforce upon us. No more shall I stack your villas whilst the TFF take my own I quit!" and with that she disappeared from the hall in a cloud of grey barbarian smoke.
"and what of you noble Wilgore?" stammered Astutus "surely you will continue to stack me?"
"no longer" said Wilgore "I go forth to seek a tribe where all for one and one for all is the watchword!" The SPQR minions gasp as their former champion strides from the hall recalling his battered troops as he went.
"and of you Learning to Count Star" what will you do?" anxiously inquired Astutus.
"um well we have been chatting" mumbled Learning to Count Star "and well we feel the Stack the leader and ignore the rest is well a bit rubbish really so we were talking to Death and ...."
"what" blustered Astutus you would merge into Death and leave your beloved Imperator alone and let your breastplates go dull, your horsehair helmets collect dust so you can be at one with the horde?"
Yes the minions replied well those that Death will have so some of us are going to have to go to our former family tribes but we are leaving you.
"et tu larix magnus" whimpered Astutus "will you leave me too?
"sorry" said larix magnus admiring himself with his new robe and scythe in the mirror "oh yeah I'm joining Death too and with that he made his last request to the radio to play "all by myself" by Eric Carmen (disco boogie mix) and led the former Romans into the arms of death."
and with that I return you to the present!
P.s. Our spear nukes will be with you shortly
Go TFF!
First I think we need to go back in time (waves hands mysteriously) and lo and behold your screen begins to revolve! Quicker and quicker you travel back in time and space and dear reader you now find yourself on the Via Appia Antica on the outskirts of Rome...(probably Didcot but hey we can all dream!).
"Oh Lordy Jo what have you done!" I hear you cry. But fret not as with cookies in hand I shall take you on a quick tour of some of the more memorable (kind of) events of W3! yes yes I spoil you but we now in W3 circa Novemberish time.....
Our TFF camera swoops (see what I did there Dan!) to the slightly shabby forum (cheap marble from Sicily ruins the overall effect) of the SPQR tribe and as we gaze around we can see the floorspace of the Spare Players Quickly Required tribe covered with beanbags and empty pizza boxes with a radio playing in the back ground.....
We focus in on the Imperator's throne where Astutus Brittanicus sits shielded by the swords and spears of his minions.
"Imperator" said Larix Magnus buffing his breastplate furiously and feeling slightly foolish in his skirt "I await your commands as to how best to throw out the TFF nubiia (latin for noobs but I think you get the idea) from our provinces as they are running rampant through our Empire! Villas are being sacked and our armies crushed where they stand and yet all our people hear is "stack me stack me" from your noble self?"
"Villes lente augescent cito extinguuntur" intoned Fordus
"what" screamed Astutus Brittanicus "how many times do I need to tell you that we are just pretend Romans not real ones and no one speaks freaking Latin anymore. It is P R E T E N D we just based ourselves on the Romans for funnsies. Understand?
"um think your mean Agnosco actually Imperator oops Boss" whispered Chiefus Maximus, "and Fordus was just saying that "villas grow slowly but die quickly" and those TFF barbarians have taken over 800 of our villas already and surely we must have a better plan that just stacking you?
"It's a great plan!" snarled Astutus Brittanicus "and we're sticking to it as it keeps me safe from those fearsome cough nublike TFF spear nukes! Our fearsome legionaries can manage by themselves! Are we not the children of Romulus and Remus? Who defeated the Metalix Heads, saw off the Uninspraticus and their printing presses and held our own against the Yolk Folk? Anyway where are my stackers sorry tribe mates?"
"they stand before you Imperator" simpered Larix Magnus "see look the noble matron Trudi, the indefatigable Wilgore, the oddly named GrahamPaulkelly and the Learning to Count Star have come to hear your orders/stack you some more!"
"ah sweet Trudi" smirked Astutus "how are your troops/my stacks? but why do you not caper before me with sweet meatery and choice radio requests? Pray tell your Imperator what troubles you and why your toga hangs limp upon your shoulders?"
"You trouble me!" cried Trudi and sweeping off her toga (Mitchnom goes blind) revealing herself to be dressed in barbarian garb! "I've had it with your Counsels, pro counsels and any other type of counsels that you enforce upon us. No more shall I stack your villas whilst the TFF take my own I quit!" and with that she disappeared from the hall in a cloud of grey barbarian smoke.
"and what of you noble Wilgore?" stammered Astutus "surely you will continue to stack me?"
"no longer" said Wilgore "I go forth to seek a tribe where all for one and one for all is the watchword!" The SPQR minions gasp as their former champion strides from the hall recalling his battered troops as he went.
"and of you Learning to Count Star" what will you do?" anxiously inquired Astutus.
"um well we have been chatting" mumbled Learning to Count Star "and well we feel the Stack the leader and ignore the rest is well a bit rubbish really so we were talking to Death and ...."
"what" blustered Astutus you would merge into Death and leave your beloved Imperator alone and let your breastplates go dull, your horsehair helmets collect dust so you can be at one with the horde?"
Yes the minions replied well those that Death will have so some of us are going to have to go to our former family tribes but we are leaving you.
"et tu larix magnus" whimpered Astutus "will you leave me too?
"sorry" said larix magnus admiring himself with his new robe and scythe in the mirror "oh yeah I'm joining Death too and with that he made his last request to the radio to play "all by myself" by Eric Carmen (disco boogie mix) and led the former Romans into the arms of death."
and with that I return you to the present!
P.s. Our spear nukes will be with you shortly
Go TFF!
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