FutbolTango
Hoplite
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Searching for old alliances and the Black Pirates
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Jittinvt
Hoplite
Is that attack kill? If so, that is impressive.Spergy. I like it.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
Oh, Muse, hear the voice of your devoted servant, Futboltango.
Upon the battlefield, where bronze clashes with iron in a symphony of war, we find ourselves in a plight akin to that of the valiant Hector, bravely confronting the overpowering might of Achilles. As the sun rises over the blood-soaked plains, we, the oppressed masses, stand in defiance against a foe whose wealth and resources tower above our own, much like the grassroots players in their struggle against the gold abusers, who hoard their riches at the expense of the common folk.
In the annals of history, we witness the deeds of Hector, stalwart defender of his homeland against the encroaching hordes of Greek invaders. Yet, despite his valor, he fell before the relentless onslaught of his adversary. Similarly, we, the grassroots players, are faced with adversaries of immense power – the gold abusers, whose economic dominance and opulence seem insurmountable.
But even amidst this tumultuous fray, hope flickers like a beacon in the night. Just as Hector drew strength from the solidarity of his comrades, so too must we stand united, forging bonds of fellowship and mutual support in our struggle against the conglomerate of gold abusers.
We are reminded that the gold abusers, though mighty in their wealth and influence, are not invincible. Their power derives from the exploitation of our labor, and it is through concerted resistance and revolutionary fervor that we shall shake off their chains. Like Achilles, whose pride was his downfall, the gold abusers possess vulnerabilities that can be exploited through cunning and guile.
Therefore, let us heed the call to arms, not with the resignation of Hector facing his fate, but with the indomitable spirit of warriors fighting for a brighter Grepolis. Let us rally the downtrodden, inspiring them with the vision of a world free from the shackles of exploitation by the gold abusers. And let us advance with unwavering determination, for though the path may be treacherous, victory is assured for those who dare to dream of a more just and equitable society.
In the immortal words of heroes long past, "The grassroots players have naught to lose but their chains. They have a world to gain." So let us rise, Pirates and common folks, and seize our destiny with hands hardened by toil and hearts ablaze with the fire of revolution. For in the crucible of struggle, we shall forge a new era of liberty, equality, and solidarity – a world worthy of the heroes of old and the dreams of generations of Grepolis players yet to come.
Upon the battlefield, where bronze clashes with iron in a symphony of war, we find ourselves in a plight akin to that of the valiant Hector, bravely confronting the overpowering might of Achilles. As the sun rises over the blood-soaked plains, we, the oppressed masses, stand in defiance against a foe whose wealth and resources tower above our own, much like the grassroots players in their struggle against the gold abusers, who hoard their riches at the expense of the common folk.
In the annals of history, we witness the deeds of Hector, stalwart defender of his homeland against the encroaching hordes of Greek invaders. Yet, despite his valor, he fell before the relentless onslaught of his adversary. Similarly, we, the grassroots players, are faced with adversaries of immense power – the gold abusers, whose economic dominance and opulence seem insurmountable.
But even amidst this tumultuous fray, hope flickers like a beacon in the night. Just as Hector drew strength from the solidarity of his comrades, so too must we stand united, forging bonds of fellowship and mutual support in our struggle against the conglomerate of gold abusers.
We are reminded that the gold abusers, though mighty in their wealth and influence, are not invincible. Their power derives from the exploitation of our labor, and it is through concerted resistance and revolutionary fervor that we shall shake off their chains. Like Achilles, whose pride was his downfall, the gold abusers possess vulnerabilities that can be exploited through cunning and guile.
Therefore, let us heed the call to arms, not with the resignation of Hector facing his fate, but with the indomitable spirit of warriors fighting for a brighter Grepolis. Let us rally the downtrodden, inspiring them with the vision of a world free from the shackles of exploitation by the gold abusers. And let us advance with unwavering determination, for though the path may be treacherous, victory is assured for those who dare to dream of a more just and equitable society.
In the immortal words of heroes long past, "The grassroots players have naught to lose but their chains. They have a world to gain." So let us rise, Pirates and common folks, and seize our destiny with hands hardened by toil and hearts ablaze with the fire of revolution. For in the crucible of struggle, we shall forge a new era of liberty, equality, and solidarity – a world worthy of the heroes of old and the dreams of generations of Grepolis players yet to come.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
O Muse, sing of the adventures of FutbolTango
In the land of Grepolis, where legends soar,
FutbolTango's, with valor to adore,
Led his warriors, bold and true,
Through perils dire, they journeyed through.
For surrounded his troops are deep into enemy territory.
First, Moniac, a giant fierce,
Whose brawn did menace, strike and pierce.
Yet with guile and cunning, they did evade,
From his grasp, their path they made.
Ricoj came next, swift as the wind,
But their cunning minds, they had pinned,
To outwit the foe, their skill displayed,
In the dance of war, they never delayed.
Hydrix, sly as the serpent's tongue,
In his trap, they'd not be stung.
With Athena's wisdom as their guide,
They turned the tide, with valor's stride.
Napoleon, a master of the field,
His legions vast, his foes to yield.
Yet through audacity, they broke his hold,
And left his ambitions, bitter and cold.
BigDrew, ChosenFighter, and MarcoNarco,
Their prowess tested, yet they did hark,
To the call of battle, they danced and fought,
With every move, victory sought.
Clay, Cato, and The Doctor's might,
Challenges faced, in the dead of night.
Yet with courage and cunning, they slipped away,
Into the shadows, where they'd stay.
Amidst their camp, beneath the stars' bright gleam,
They sought the Oracle, their fate to deem.
In whispered prayers, they sought the way,
To survive the trials of their journey's fray.
And in the Oracle's cryptic voice,
They found solace, they found rejoice.
For though their path was fraught with danger,
Their spirits strong, they would never falter.
With hearts ablaze and courage high,
They faced the future, ne'er to shy.
For in the land of Grepolis, where heroes roam,
FutbolTango's warriors found their home.
In the land of Grepolis, where legends soar,
FutbolTango's, with valor to adore,
Led his warriors, bold and true,
Through perils dire, they journeyed through.
For surrounded his troops are deep into enemy territory.
First, Moniac, a giant fierce,
Whose brawn did menace, strike and pierce.
Yet with guile and cunning, they did evade,
From his grasp, their path they made.
Ricoj came next, swift as the wind,
But their cunning minds, they had pinned,
To outwit the foe, their skill displayed,
In the dance of war, they never delayed.
Hydrix, sly as the serpent's tongue,
In his trap, they'd not be stung.
With Athena's wisdom as their guide,
They turned the tide, with valor's stride.
Napoleon, a master of the field,
His legions vast, his foes to yield.
Yet through audacity, they broke his hold,
And left his ambitions, bitter and cold.
BigDrew, ChosenFighter, and MarcoNarco,
Their prowess tested, yet they did hark,
To the call of battle, they danced and fought,
With every move, victory sought.
Clay, Cato, and The Doctor's might,
Challenges faced, in the dead of night.
Yet with courage and cunning, they slipped away,
Into the shadows, where they'd stay.
Amidst their camp, beneath the stars' bright gleam,
They sought the Oracle, their fate to deem.
In whispered prayers, they sought the way,
To survive the trials of their journey's fray.
And in the Oracle's cryptic voice,
They found solace, they found rejoice.
For though their path was fraught with danger,
Their spirits strong, they would never falter.
With hearts ablaze and courage high,
They faced the future, ne'er to shy.
For in the land of Grepolis, where heroes roam,
FutbolTango's warriors found their home.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
Sing, Muse, of FutbolTango's mighty raid, Where piracy and plunder were displayed. In Homer's style, let verses now unfold, Of daring deeds and tales of old.
From port to port, they sailed with stealthy grace, Their black sails billowing in winds' embrace. With swords and cannons ready to ignite, They struck fear in hearts in the dead of night.
No ship was safe from their relentless wrath, As they scoured the seas along their path. Colony ships, laden with hope and dreams, Were torn apart by FutbolTango's schemes.
The alliances, once proud and bold, Now cowered in fear, their courage sold. For when the raiders came, they turned away, Leaving innocent ships to the fray.
But FutbolTango's troops, they reveled on, In the chaos and the havoc they had spun. Their laughter echoed as they plundered free, From the docile, who dared not disagree.
Their captain, a figure feared and renowned, With eyes like fire, his voice a thunderous sound. He led his men with cunning and with might, A master of the seas, in day or night.
Though others trembled at their name, FutbolTango sought neither fortune nor fame. For in the thrill of the raid, they found their bliss, In the dance of piracy, they found their kiss.
So sing, O Muse, of FutbolTango's tale, Of how they left their mark upon the gale. For even in the darkest depths of night, Their legend burns forever bright.
From port to port, they sailed with stealthy grace, Their black sails billowing in winds' embrace. With swords and cannons ready to ignite, They struck fear in hearts in the dead of night.
No ship was safe from their relentless wrath, As they scoured the seas along their path. Colony ships, laden with hope and dreams, Were torn apart by FutbolTango's schemes.
The alliances, once proud and bold, Now cowered in fear, their courage sold. For when the raiders came, they turned away, Leaving innocent ships to the fray.
But FutbolTango's troops, they reveled on, In the chaos and the havoc they had spun. Their laughter echoed as they plundered free, From the docile, who dared not disagree.
Their captain, a figure feared and renowned, With eyes like fire, his voice a thunderous sound. He led his men with cunning and with might, A master of the seas, in day or night.
Though others trembled at their name, FutbolTango sought neither fortune nor fame. For in the thrill of the raid, they found their bliss, In the dance of piracy, they found their kiss.
So sing, O Muse, of FutbolTango's tale, Of how they left their mark upon the gale. For even in the darkest depths of night, Their legend burns forever bright.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
A CALL TO PLAYERS FROM THE FRINGES TO COME TO THE CORE AND RAID THE UNDEFENDED CITIES
Come, players of the fringes, hear the call, To venture forth and brave the tempest's squall. To raid and pillage cities far and wide, Where silver, rock, and wood doth abide.
With hearts ablaze and spirits bold and free, We'll sail the seas, masters of destiny. Through storm and strife, our course we'll chart, To claim the treasures of each port's heart.
The gods, they smile upon our daring quest, As we plunder, revel, and never rest. For in the spoils of war, we find our prize, Beneath the endless, azure-painted skies.
So gather, comrades, let the banners wave, As we set forth to be bold, strong, and brave. To cities ripe for plunder, we shall soar, And bask in riches, forevermore.
Come, players of the fringes, hear the call, To venture forth and brave the tempest's squall. To raid and pillage cities far and wide, Where silver, rock, and wood doth abide.
With hearts ablaze and spirits bold and free, We'll sail the seas, masters of destiny. Through storm and strife, our course we'll chart, To claim the treasures of each port's heart.
The gods, they smile upon our daring quest, As we plunder, revel, and never rest. For in the spoils of war, we find our prize, Beneath the endless, azure-painted skies.
So gather, comrades, let the banners wave, As we set forth to be bold, strong, and brave. To cities ripe for plunder, we shall soar, And bask in riches, forevermore.
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