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  2. Mushroom Kingdom Milestones

    in Alliance Announcements (IC)

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    Still gotta catch up to Valhalla. not sure whether we're ahead in nuclear capacity; they have 30 nations in the top 5%, but only 50 something manhattan projects. We have 80. Their total number of WRCs is higher than ours, as is their WRC coverage as a percent of total alliance nations and total WRC capable nations. Their WRCed nations have a higher average technology than we do. Still, I think we have good momentum.

  16. For Airme's blood pressure

    in TE OWF Archive

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    IDIOT has no right to !@#$%* about being dog-piled, considering that they've been on the other side of a dogpile many times. See the MCXA war, the recent Blue vs Yellow and White war (lawl 2:1 odds).

    But IDIOT, you know you can still win this. Some of your soldiers are acquitting themselves quite well in combat; all you have to do is to make sure you deal enough damage to your enemies to even the odds. Like NAAC is saying, this war will be over when the balance of CN:TE has been restored.

  21. Using Donate to Pay Off Alliance Debt

    in Question Center

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    I don't understand the doctrine regarding the separation between donations and in-game assets.

    For example, donations allow players who donate to obtain a significant bonus, sometimes equivalent to hundreds of millions of infrastructure investment.

    Further, there are players who sell donations to obtain in-game assets, such as paid tech deals.

    But nevermind, what's the status of indirect payment of debt, such as hiring players to transfer aid? Is that also discouraged?

  22. Using Donate to Pay Off Alliance Debt

    in Question Center

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    I'm considering whether I can use donate to pay off debts I owe to various alliances. In discussion with the relevant alliances, they mention this is possibly against the ToS. I recall there being a clarification of a clause in the TOS barring the appointment of viceroys and demanding real-life assets in return for a surrender, but I'm not sure this applies to my situation, as my donation is completely consensual.

    Alternatively, if I can't use donate to directly pay off debts, is it allowed to sell donations to pay off alliance debt; by hiring nations not aligned with the alliance in question to pay off the alliance debt?

    A Prayer For Some Combatants

    in Open World Forum

    Posted · Edited by Inst

    'Yes, my son,' he said, putting his hand on my shoulder, 'I am on your side. But you have no way of knowing it, because your heart is blind. I shall pray for you.'

    Then, I don't know why, but something inside me snapped. I started yelling at the top of my lungs, and I insulted him and told him not to waste his prayers on me. I grabbed him by the collar of his cassock. I was pouring out on him everything that was in my heart, cries of anger and cries of joy. He seemed so certain about everything, didn't he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman's head. He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man. Whereas it looked as if I was the one who'd come up emptyhanded. But I was sure about me, about everything surer than he could ever be, sure of my life and sure of the death I had waiting for me. Yes, that was all I had. But at least I had as much of a hold on it as it had on me. I had been right, I was still right, I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well have lived it another. I had done this and I hadn't done that. I hadn't done this thing but I had done another. And so? It was if I had waited all this time for this moment and for the first light of this dawn to be vindicated. Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising towards me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers? Couldn't he see, couldn't he see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. The others would all be condemned one day. And he would be condemned, too. What would it matter if he were accused of murder and then executed because he didn't cry at his mother's funeral? Salamano's dog was worth just as much as his wife. THe little robot woman was just as guilty as the Parisian woman Masson married, or as Marie, who had wanted me to marry her. What did it matter that Raymond was as much my friend as Céleste, who was worth a lot more than him? What did it matter that Marie now offered her lips to a new Meursault? Couldn't he, couldn't this condemned man see . . . And that from somewhere deep in my future . . . All the shouting had me gasping for air. But they were already tearing the chaplain from my grip and the guards were threatening me. He calmed them, though, and looked at me for a moment without saying anything. His eyes were full of tears. Then he turned and disappeared.

    With him gone, I was able to calm down again. I was exhausted and threw myself on my bunk. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up with the stars in my face. Sounds of the countryside were drifting in. Smells of night, earth, and salt air were cooling my temples. The wondrous peace of that sleeping summer flowed through me like a tide. Then in the dark hour before dawn, sirens blasted. They were announcing departures for a world that now and forever meant nothing to me. For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a 'fiancé,' why she had played at beginning again. Even there, in that home where lives were fading out, evening was a kind of wistful respite. So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself, so like a brother, really - I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.

    #vox_populi

    <TechnoVolant> Inst it's "The Stranger" by Camus now shut up

    <TechnoVolant> And who reads that book in English honestly

    <Inst> people who can't read french ;______;

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