This was originally in Off-Topic
But anyway. Grepolis it is:
It all started when I was a happy little noob (I still am) frolicking around southern O57 with 50 Hoplites. Then Spears of Steel came along. I was like "omg they have 30k points" and applied.
I got a welcome mail, telling me to fight TITs. My mouth hung open for about 30 seconds, is this a brothel or something? Then I came to realise, that TIT was the alliance tag of the notorious alliance - Tornado in Theta.
During my stay I saw the deaths of many comrades, most rimmed, a few left struggling on their last breaths. I sent what I had and most of them were never seen again.
I farmed rigorously, amassing 5 Biremes, 10, 20. 100 Hoplites, 125, 200. I had more troops than everybody else in my alliance my size.
Then came the Apocalypse. TIT advanced, gaining ground every passing hour, while we fought for every bloody inch. Every able-bodied man was called to serve. I obliged, spliting the 1000 strong regiment among my 5 targets, while more Biremes churned out of my Harbour around the clock. Farming was impossible, so I upgraded my Market and switched to trading. I also wrote half the guides in the Q/A section based on the community's knowledge.
The battle for the frontier was lost, the feeble peacekeeping contigent was banished to Hades' domain. But the sacrifice of the thousand souls were not in vain. My contribution was brought to the leadership's attention. They offered me a permenant post as tribe Founder, I enjoyed high prestiege and resources came flowing in.
I lived happily ever after, cuddling squirrels and skipping around in my backyard.
NOT!
My application for Founder was ignored, other than a three word reply "no you cant"
All I got was a Kingly Gift and a Patroness spell.
Infuriated, I left the alliance, built troops with frenzied red eyes, neglecting my growth, and vowed to scour my ocean of all Spears of Steel members.
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Okay, here is my life story. Rep if you enjoy, derep if you don't. What's yours?