That's Just Pure Evil and People Should Stop.
Keep On, That's What I Do, HA HA HA
I like the idea of being mean. What are your coords?
First off, I prefer to have those close to me as allies and friends. Also, I would not want to smack someone around who has 1/4 of my prest and no honor. Not much point in it. Perhaps if I had low self esteem irl and had to boost my ego....
Last edited by dbrock1973; 05-29-2009 at 12:38 AM.
Fair enuff if u plunder a new guy but you shud rotate who u plunder:
1. means they dont quit
2.lets them get resources back
its not hard so y nt have a heartlol
Let me tell you a little story, maybe you'll learn from it, maybe you won't, but it's here to read and every word is true...
There once was a newbie who found this game on the interweb, CIVONY it was called. "A ~free~ on-line game!" he exclaimed. Much joy he had in his first few days, learning by doing the Quests. Yes, he did the Quests because it was right there (IN BIG FREEKING RED LETTERS SAYING DO THEM TO LEARN!) when he logged on and he knew he'd need to know how everything worked.
The days passed and he spent quite a bit of time checking his buildings and seeing what resources he would need to have to keep upgrading them. He spent hours figuring out how best to use those bits of wood, iron, stone and food to maximize his growth. Those were care free times, when the sun shown and thought of wars and the roaming bands of Pillagers something that others delt with.
The day finally came when he would venture out into the world and find his destiny. He didn't know it was the begining of the Dark Days...
For you see, another had set his eyes upon this newbies fast rise, just a few miles from his huge Keeps and Castles, and was determined to take those resources and cities. And he did.
Thousands of Warriors, Archers and Balistas stormed over the newbies defences in wave after wave, the onslaught not ending till there was but one city left of the four he had built. His army shattered, his hard work in ruins and the last city being pillaged in a never ending onslaught, the newbie vowed he would build again.
So he left that land he had started in and ventured forth with but 62 warriors, 12 Archers and 273 workers. He took a remote Flat Valley some distance from his old cities, and began again. What resources he could sneek out of his last old city, he did at night, knowing the morning would bring fresh assults on it and laughing messages of "I crushed you, now I own you!".
Bitter words indeed for the newbie to read day after day. The gloating player would send these kinds of messages, sometimes three and four times a day, and the newbie read every one of them, hopeing against hope that one would be an offer of friendship, an end to the torment. But it wasn't to be, instead they fueled his one goal; to return. Then the message came that the newbie feared most "SO where are your new cities, you have 5 now and I want them!"
More days passed with ever increased threats of how the new cities would be turned over to the Barbarians after the resources plundered. Fate smiled on this newbie and his new cities were to far away for the tyrant to be bothered to find.
So he built, and learned, and tested and tought himself the Art of Arms. He prepaired for the day he would return and take his cities back. It took time but he was willing and had a goal to look forward to. That day finally came.
His Army marched one fine Spring day, the drums beating a cadance and pipes playing a tune to keep the tens of thousands of singing warriors, archers and cavalry in step. Flags and banners waved in the wind, a glorious sight to witness. Even with the knowledge gained and his preperations, he worried, as all commanders do, who can not lead the troops themselves. He had put his trust in his finest Heros; SirWeber, SirHeth, SirJohn and SirTrent. All trained in countless battles for vallys, they had gained greatly in experiance. These would be his Champions on who victory or defeat would lay.
After a brief stop at the last of the Old Cities, the Army marched on, filled with anger at how those poor people had been treated over the weeks at the hands of the armies of the enemy.
The drums had a very different tune as they headed to the largest of the enemies Castles. There was no singing by the troops, but a lower sound, much as a guard dog would make at an intruder.
When they reached the enemy Castle it was an imposing sight, huge and massive its walls were, but there was no hesitation, at the walls they went with a roar to shake the heavens. SirWeber's men did their duty to the last man, clearing a path for the following soldiers. SirHeth cried "AT THEM!" , and his troops too went to the walls, hacking down yet more of the enemy but taking horrible casualties. Then SirJohn's Legion, seeing such bravery, charged the walls as well. And all at once there was quiet, a pause, for no more enemies remained to fight. They had breached the Castle. When SirTrent arived there was little to do but sack the Castle of all its goods and bring them home. Those ill-gotten goods, of who knew how many other newbies, would re-build the Old City and fund the training of yet more troops, for there were still more enemy cities, and the butchers bill would be high.
The attacks lasted for hours on end, the enemy tyrant rushed troops in piecemeal to defend here, then there, and they were choped down as the wheat at harvest time.
His cities fell, one after the other that terrible day, and as quicky as they could be sacked, they were abandoned. Finally, there was but one enemy city left to the tyrant, that was when he decided to plead for his life in a most interesting way "I'll do what you did and be back!"
"No" I sent back "You will not. You do not have the curage to rebuild what you have lost. This is the last I will ever see of you."
...and it was.
well if they dont take back the nerf on barb cities farming ill spend a week doing this before my food runs out, ill make sure evony lose players aka potential customers
Tell me is this wrong
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I saw a little kid walking down the street the other day with some money. I went and pushed him down then took his money. hear people cry about this all the time. What do you think. ha ha
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