04-06-2011, 12:58 PM
ENTRY THIRTEEN
Once more into the fray of issuing orders for my empire. The denizens of my realm are lost without me. Mere minions, they be.
How very unfortunate, then, that translation of the techno-rune that is the game manual for Far Horizons: The Awakening remains incomplete. Confound the race of extra-dimensional devils that created it!
Planetary colonization. Ah, a novel concept. My empire has mastered faster than light travel, yet my minions are clumsy in their attempts to colonize other worlds. How is it that we have mastered the stars, yet remain slaves of mere planets? My wrath shall be great, my fury truly on a galactic scale, if these obstacles to intergalactic greatness are not overcome soon.
The Consortium's man pigs snort loudly of their expertise in this area. Pah! Their celebration of their accomplishments shall be cut short by my war fleets. We shall see how well these fools celebrate, when they lie dying in the rubble heaps that were once their cities.
But, how is it that these miserable creatures, this sniveling upstart of a species, has managed to progress so fast? Conspiracy!! Clearly, they are in league with others. They receive aid and assistance from others, from some other space-faring species. My spies fail me. I grow displeased, once more.
And where is that confounded game moderator, anyway? He tests my patience. It has been a full minute. Where are my empire's turn results??
Why must I suffer the indignity of being beset by such fools?
Once more into the fray of issuing orders for my empire. The denizens of my realm are lost without me. Mere minions, they be.
How very unfortunate, then, that translation of the techno-rune that is the game manual for Far Horizons: The Awakening remains incomplete. Confound the race of extra-dimensional devils that created it!
Planetary colonization. Ah, a novel concept. My empire has mastered faster than light travel, yet my minions are clumsy in their attempts to colonize other worlds. How is it that we have mastered the stars, yet remain slaves of mere planets? My wrath shall be great, my fury truly on a galactic scale, if these obstacles to intergalactic greatness are not overcome soon.
The Consortium's man pigs snort loudly of their expertise in this area. Pah! Their celebration of their accomplishments shall be cut short by my war fleets. We shall see how well these fools celebrate, when they lie dying in the rubble heaps that were once their cities.
But, how is it that these miserable creatures, this sniveling upstart of a species, has managed to progress so fast? Conspiracy!! Clearly, they are in league with others. They receive aid and assistance from others, from some other space-faring species. My spies fail me. I grow displeased, once more.
And where is that confounded game moderator, anyway? He tests my patience. It has been a full minute. Where are my empire's turn results??
Why must I suffer the indignity of being beset by such fools?