DeletedUser40223
Guest
My dear friends..
I haven't been around recently but I feel I must tell this slightly embarrassing tale for your entertainment..
I'd been planning a nice peaceful weekend break in my fair city of Bushmill, the wine was flowing, people were dancing and singing and many trees were feeling the love that only us peace loving former CV hippies can give. Imagine my horror/dismay when I saw that familiar alarm bell, the flashing swords.
My initial reaction was to chuckle to myself as I thought it was another doomed to fail Spartan attack, as a matter of course I checked it out and to my horror I saw this was not the case. I was in fact being attacked by a silver skinned warrior named snake and this man was certainly no Spartan. This warrior was a soldier from probably the most aggressive and feared alliance there is: The Grand Order.. I soiled myself instantly..![Eek! :eek: :eek:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
In a blind panic I enabled my militia, used a defence bonus, ordered my soldiers to adapt a trojan defence and sent a rushed LS strike to the aggressors city in the hope he would recall the attack, he did not and more soiling of my trousers occurred.![Frown :( :(](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
A young boy saw (and smelled) my obvious fear and calmly asked me if I'd any idea of how large the attack would be. "We are all dead" was all I could answer. "So you have sent the Owl?" he replied.. "The Owl, of course" In my panic I hadn't thought of that. An Owl was dispatched instantly..
The bird soared high over land and the report was back in no time. This was not the massive attack I'd expected, in fact it was smaller than the usual Spartan forays. Now all fear was gone and my troops were made aware of the easy victory ahead. The attack came and was crushed as easily as the grapes from Immortalia when pressed.
With the danger over my thoughts turned towards my rather embarrassing situation.
I HAD SOILED MY INCONTINENCE PANTS FOR NO GOOD REASON... :Angry:
I haven't been around recently but I feel I must tell this slightly embarrassing tale for your entertainment..
I'd been planning a nice peaceful weekend break in my fair city of Bushmill, the wine was flowing, people were dancing and singing and many trees were feeling the love that only us peace loving former CV hippies can give. Imagine my horror/dismay when I saw that familiar alarm bell, the flashing swords.
My initial reaction was to chuckle to myself as I thought it was another doomed to fail Spartan attack, as a matter of course I checked it out and to my horror I saw this was not the case. I was in fact being attacked by a silver skinned warrior named snake and this man was certainly no Spartan. This warrior was a soldier from probably the most aggressive and feared alliance there is: The Grand Order.. I soiled myself instantly..
In a blind panic I enabled my militia, used a defence bonus, ordered my soldiers to adapt a trojan defence and sent a rushed LS strike to the aggressors city in the hope he would recall the attack, he did not and more soiling of my trousers occurred.
A young boy saw (and smelled) my obvious fear and calmly asked me if I'd any idea of how large the attack would be. "We are all dead" was all I could answer. "So you have sent the Owl?" he replied.. "The Owl, of course" In my panic I hadn't thought of that. An Owl was dispatched instantly..
The bird soared high over land and the report was back in no time. This was not the massive attack I'd expected, in fact it was smaller than the usual Spartan forays. Now all fear was gone and my troops were made aware of the easy victory ahead. The attack came and was crushed as easily as the grapes from Immortalia when pressed.
With the danger over my thoughts turned towards my rather embarrassing situation.
I HAD SOILED MY INCONTINENCE PANTS FOR NO GOOD REASON... :Angry:
Last edited by a moderator: