04-12-2011, 10:46 PM
ENTRY SIXTEEN
The one constant of the universe is that confusion reigns.
Another turn has passed. The fog of confusion associated with playing this game increases several fold. Due to a death in my family, no turn orders were issued for this turn. Yet, what should appear? A man with a sleigh pulled by tiny reindeer.
No. Wait! That wasn't my turn results for this game. Now, where are they? Oh, here they are. Right in the folder on my computer's hard driver that I downloaded them to.
The turn results start off well enough, with a note from the game's moderator. Likely, it's a canned note, one routine for any empire that misses issuing turn orders for a given turn. Why this is more important news than encountering another space faring species is anybody's guess, though. This is a rather subdued way to announce close encounters of this kind.
The SP Tilkata, they call themselves. A race of space-faring fish, no doubt. Perhaps they come in peace. Or, perhaps they are Consortium spies. It matters little. They are clearly a warlike species. At the moment, I have bigger fish to fry.
The one constant of the universe is that confusion reigns.
Another turn has passed. The fog of confusion associated with playing this game increases several fold. Due to a death in my family, no turn orders were issued for this turn. Yet, what should appear? A man with a sleigh pulled by tiny reindeer.
No. Wait! That wasn't my turn results for this game. Now, where are they? Oh, here they are. Right in the folder on my computer's hard driver that I downloaded them to.
The turn results start off well enough, with a note from the game's moderator. Likely, it's a canned note, one routine for any empire that misses issuing turn orders for a given turn. Why this is more important news than encountering another space faring species is anybody's guess, though. This is a rather subdued way to announce close encounters of this kind.
The SP Tilkata, they call themselves. A race of space-faring fish, no doubt. Perhaps they come in peace. Or, perhaps they are Consortium spies. It matters little. They are clearly a warlike species. At the moment, I have bigger fish to fry.