I got close to the main entrance today. The air smelled sweet and I think I saw light. #1458 claims he saw something blue outside the colony, but I think he is lying. We heard that one of the drones found the fabled oatmeal cream pie. We might get deployed as security for the recovery effort. I hope so. I want to crush the head of a stinking aphid farming red ant.
This Week in Cyber Nation Blogs, Week ending November 16, 2008
(DAC)Syzygy of the Gramlins has staked out some fascinating territory with a blog focusing on gameplay mechanics.
Optional military clauses and bandwagoning by Haflinger of Invicta
On the Future of Warfare in CN by Lord Boris of TORN
Treaties by Xiphosis, Global Order of Darkness
The Now World Order by Delta1212 of the Random Insanity Alliance
On the reasons why anti-NPO groups fail by Lord Boris of TORN
An in-character blog f
Bacteria are crawling in our mouth and we don't care.
So much oatmeal cream pie.
#353 got stuck for a while, we had to chew him out. It was funny, but not for #353.
Seriously, we can't believe how much we ate or carried back to the nest.
I have seen the light!!! Praise the light for i am a ant who understands now. I shall guarding the oatmeal pie now. i have a use. tomorrow i will give up the nectar but a little bit will help me right now.
So I noticed this new blog feature. Being bored I decided to set one up just in case anything interesting acutally happend in my life.
Basically nothing interesting happend today.
I have noticed that there is a universal distaste for "bandwagoning," however, the definition of this phrase seems to vary from individual to individual.
Some people use bandwagoning to mean the exercising of optional military clauses to aid another alliance in wartime.
Some people use bandwagoning to mean attacking an enemy which is already under attack without a treaty requiring such attack.
Some people use bandwagoning to mean joining a war late, after the initial round of attacks, even if
First off, -1 more spider. Go me!
So as I'm creeping away from the spider encampment, feeling pleasantly full, this ant comes walking up to me. I could tell right off the bat that something just wasn't right with this one; it acted like it had gone swimming in a puddle of spilled beer or something. At any rate, it seemed to think that the ant carcasses stuck to my carapace were still among the living, and started prattling on about "The Light" - whatever that's supposed to be. Would have eaten
Long live #1018!
Long live #1018!
Long live #1018!
Truly, he is a great Fire, chosen by the Light to burn and spread illumination amongst our noble colony!
His oatmeal sustains and nourishes the True Believer with succulent fructose! Come, comrades, cast aside your charlatan queen! You have nothing to lose but chains on your mandibles!
It's been a long week. Our war with the reddies finally came to an unfortunate end. After a whole three days of fighting, we were finally overrun by the !@#$%^&*. I was promoted to captain in the last hour of battle, and fought gloriously to save the nest. However, as soon as the queen's chambers were breached I knew it was over and made to save my exoskeleton. I managed to take out a few reddies on my way out, but I needed to survive. Since then, I've been wandering about the yard, fe
The events of the past several days has energized an entire generation of workers. Out of the uncertainty and chaos of aardvark attacks, war with the reds, spider ambushes and counterattacks, as well as the discovery that the fabled land of the red and white checked food stores actually exist, a Prophet has arisen among our kind, speading the Good News of Salvation in the One, True Light.
Here follows a reading from the Book of the Prophet #1018 (20: 1-15)
For The Light is like a Queen's Ass
So #1081 wasn't talking about the pie, he was talking about his own revolution. It'll fail. The queen is our idol, her and her alone. The rogue ants will be devoured by the soldiers and their heads put on display for all who will against the queen. I only hope the red ants won't take note of our possibly weakened state when the !@#$ hits the tunnel entrance.
We'll feast in oatmeal pie and celebrate the removal of our weaker brethren. Long live the Queen!
Hello visitors,
depending on your individual nation, you might know the following problem: Boredom. You have everything you can have, you have tons over tons of spare cash, and still, the game offers you: nothing. You cannot do anything with it, except wasting it for even more infra or land or other stuff which would do nothing in return.
I hate to say it, but really, the game was a lot more fun when I had 3999 or 4999 infra... and not because there was more 'risk' in a political way (we alway
So for the first time since I joined the staff, the forum came under attack from a foolish meatbag during my shift. It was kind of ingenious in a way, it was a collage of shock images, death scenes, mutilations, medical procedures and who knows what else. Certainly an efficient way of getting as most into the one space as possible.
The image itself didn't bother too much. Infact once I had seen it, it became more of a "I wonder what the hell that is?.... Oh that's <X piece of anatomy that ha
So I hooked up(disclaimer: my definition is making out along with groping) with this girl last weekend who claimed she was a college freshman. I met her at my friend's dorm party and she also claimed she was from another college and just visiting. The next day I came across her Facebook where I then found out she was actually a high school senior (Can't complain about that as I've exagerated my age and school year in the past) I chatted with her a bit on AIM where she released some intresting ti
The approach was by helicopter. I had wondered why exactly by helicopter, but looking over the landscape that was 'changed' since the War against the Continuum, there didn't seem enough to have two pylons on top of each other.
The helicopter landed, and I had wondered, if Vox Populi had enough time and money to broadcast their propaganda, couldn't they have rebuilt at the very least log cabins? Lean-tos? Something? I did notice one forboding tower, which had escaped bombardment and went over m
My beloved workers,
You have served me and the hill well. We will show this world The Light and lead this planet on a glorious path towards it. Of that you have my word.
Some of you have brought forth your fears and worries about The Light, but I assure you, it is what we, as workers, have been working for since time began. One day, The Light will come about in a most awesome revolution and bring truth, justice, and peace to all antkind. Those of you who reject it are only condemning yourselve
Ok, guys. This isn't for the queasy, but I just got the footage I took of the battle against the red ant colony.
Not for the fainthearted: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERXzCkHJ2cg...feature=related
Morale has been low the last few days. The war took an unexpected twist when the spiders got involved, but my ability to fly makes me awesome enough that I didn't get killed. However, I find that I am ill-suited to the subterranean life.
HOWEVER, some industrious ant recovered a half of an oatmeal pie. I already got my share (made sure to get that sweet-sweet filling), and now I don't crave honey so much any more.
Also, I'm really glad I didn't have to sting anything in the war. That would've
Is it just me or does the world seem to be going in the wrong direction ?
Everyone pretends to be something they're not, natural resources are low , gas prices are high , jails are overpopulated.
Believe it or not I can link all of the above to "Wanting More."
If you think about it this country was formed on "Wanting More." We wanted to have freedom of religion and once we had it we made so many denominations even I can't keep track. I won't blame this on religion , but our American way is to
Yay for moral victories. The oatmeal pie might just end these shenanigans for good. As the news spread throughout the colony, #1081 was mumbling something about revolution as I trekked passed to the sampling of the oatmeal pit being passed out. This pie could very well be a revolution. The preservatives alone should spell out our food stores for the next few years.
My mandibles came in today!!11!!!!! I wonder if I keep rubbing them if they will get bigger? I want my mandibles to be so HUGE so I can squish the aphids.
Well, here I am, almost 900 days after the very day I created my nation. A lot of fun, weird, lame, and sad events have taken place since then. From the very beginning, I grew my nation according to small alliance tradition. I received the standard recruitment messages, but they didn't peak my interest. I then received a message from my first alliance, The White Delegation. Funny thing is that said alliance was founded the day I got the message. So I applied. Now what ?
Well, I took to the ski
