LeSHiJ-MaX
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LeSHiJ-MaX (Necropolis) def pashagreen (Academy), showdown (Advanced 8min) 1.3.1
The maps we offered each other didn't suit either of us. We decided to strike some out. After the striking out, I was left with Death against pashagreen's Order.
I immediately decided to level a fighter and a runner on treasure chests, and it was one disappointment after another. The chests had 500 gold each, and three chests contained wands :cool:. On the second day, pashagreen captured a Castle :eek:. I sent all my imps to the island :smile21:. My heroes scattered to the chests looking for freebies, but someone had already helped themselves to them before me. The old hag keeps nagging at me :smile29: that those bottles I'm spending my last money and resources on won't replace my army. After yet another empty chest, I decide to attack the Underground Town with just one hero. And then I got lucky :D. During the opponent's next turn, my head starts to smoke in the area of my heel and the back of my skull from the scratching with a machine scraper (since my fingers could no longer handle all the crazy thoughts). After all that scratching, I plotted the shortest route through the oracles and stat-boosting structures.
Sometime around week. One idle imp, not knowing what to do with himself, decided to go fishing with a little worm. Cursing all the miners (for all the good it did) and not finding a single worm, he threw his hoe into a pit. It struck something metal with a clang, bounced back and hit him right in the forehead, sending sparks flying from his noggin, and he couldn't walk straight for the rest of the day. Imagine his surprise when he found seven-league boots buried there in ancient times by Little Muk. Whistling to his idle friends (who were somehow standing behind him, hoping for free drinks), he organized a chain all the way to the heroes, whose legs were barely dragging already. Seeing such a priceless gift, they almost shed a tear. Only, for some reason, in one eye, because the other eye was still looking to see if they'd bring him some kind of gloves to put on his unwashed hands. Well, he just couldn't manage to wash them; he spent all his money on various booze, there wasn't even any left for soap. And the wicked crone kept whispering in his ear, "hurry up, lad, or you might kick the bucket any minute." So I decided, in my sorrow, to go into the desert and look for Moses; maybe he'd teach me some sense. But all sorts of unholy creatures wouldn't let me pass. I gathered up dragons of all colors and barely fought them off. After another bottle, I got so cocky that I started acting like a Drunken Master. I almost passed out with the last of my booze at a palisade (by a Garrison), behind which stood big lads throwing all kinds of nasty stuff at me. Well, then, with the boots and a specialty for long-distance running with obstacles over rough terrain and a sea of bottles (still not having found Moses), I realized that life goes on beyond the sands too, and how! And I remembered the old hag and the old man and... . Just then, crossing the desert and rubbing my eyes, I look, and there he stands, and *how* he stands. He's pretending he's a local, like he belongs. Only he forgot to take down the flag. And who do you think it is? It's a Dwarf :smile28:. I stood there rooted to the spot in surprise :eek: (thinking, what a strange little critter). There we stood, looking at each other, me at him and him at me, until my turn came. And I realized I'd gotten unbelievably lucky. A sea of people: dwarves and Tom Thumbs with slingshots, other colorful folks of a nation unknown to me, uncles and aunties, all on horseback. And my luck was that they were all pink and hadn't had time to say "no take-backs." We decided with pashagreen to have a meet-up in a clearing. We sat around, chatted; since the beer ran out, I was practically choking on my own saliva. I must have been choking so hard that pashagreen took pity on me and said :smile42:, "Oh, go get yourself a beer already, and drink to my health," which is exactly what I did with great joy.:rolleyes:
And that's my whole tale.
Thanks for the game, Pasha.
I apologize for the gross typo :o, I played Necropolis, fixed it in the post.
The maps we offered each other didn't suit either of us. We decided to strike some out. After the striking out, I was left with Death against pashagreen's Order.
I immediately decided to level a fighter and a runner on treasure chests, and it was one disappointment after another. The chests had 500 gold each, and three chests contained wands :cool:. On the second day, pashagreen captured a Castle :eek:. I sent all my imps to the island :smile21:. My heroes scattered to the chests looking for freebies, but someone had already helped themselves to them before me. The old hag keeps nagging at me :smile29: that those bottles I'm spending my last money and resources on won't replace my army. After yet another empty chest, I decide to attack the Underground Town with just one hero. And then I got lucky :D. During the opponent's next turn, my head starts to smoke in the area of my heel and the back of my skull from the scratching with a machine scraper (since my fingers could no longer handle all the crazy thoughts). After all that scratching, I plotted the shortest route through the oracles and stat-boosting structures.
Sometime around week. One idle imp, not knowing what to do with himself, decided to go fishing with a little worm. Cursing all the miners (for all the good it did) and not finding a single worm, he threw his hoe into a pit. It struck something metal with a clang, bounced back and hit him right in the forehead, sending sparks flying from his noggin, and he couldn't walk straight for the rest of the day. Imagine his surprise when he found seven-league boots buried there in ancient times by Little Muk. Whistling to his idle friends (who were somehow standing behind him, hoping for free drinks), he organized a chain all the way to the heroes, whose legs were barely dragging already. Seeing such a priceless gift, they almost shed a tear. Only, for some reason, in one eye, because the other eye was still looking to see if they'd bring him some kind of gloves to put on his unwashed hands. Well, he just couldn't manage to wash them; he spent all his money on various booze, there wasn't even any left for soap. And the wicked crone kept whispering in his ear, "hurry up, lad, or you might kick the bucket any minute." So I decided, in my sorrow, to go into the desert and look for Moses; maybe he'd teach me some sense. But all sorts of unholy creatures wouldn't let me pass. I gathered up dragons of all colors and barely fought them off. After another bottle, I got so cocky that I started acting like a Drunken Master. I almost passed out with the last of my booze at a palisade (by a Garrison), behind which stood big lads throwing all kinds of nasty stuff at me. Well, then, with the boots and a specialty for long-distance running with obstacles over rough terrain and a sea of bottles (still not having found Moses), I realized that life goes on beyond the sands too, and how! And I remembered the old hag and the old man and... . Just then, crossing the desert and rubbing my eyes, I look, and there he stands, and *how* he stands. He's pretending he's a local, like he belongs. Only he forgot to take down the flag. And who do you think it is? It's a Dwarf :smile28:. I stood there rooted to the spot in surprise :eek: (thinking, what a strange little critter). There we stood, looking at each other, me at him and him at me, until my turn came. And I realized I'd gotten unbelievably lucky. A sea of people: dwarves and Tom Thumbs with slingshots, other colorful folks of a nation unknown to me, uncles and aunties, all on horseback. And my luck was that they were all pink and hadn't had time to say "no take-backs." We decided with pashagreen to have a meet-up in a clearing. We sat around, chatted; since the beer ran out, I was practically choking on my own saliva. I must have been choking so hard that pashagreen took pity on me and said :smile42:, "Oh, go get yourself a beer already, and drink to my health," which is exactly what I did with great joy.:rolleyes:
And that's my whole tale.
Thanks for the game, Pasha.
I apologize for the gross typo :o, I played Necropolis, fixed it in the post.
С самого начала позаботься о своем месте в жизни, чтобы не уподобиться маятнику. /Херберт. Ф./
Клан: "Смертельный Альянс" - "Mortal Alliance"
