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I was finally able to find a way to get the gif made by only removing half the content, doubling the speed, and shrinking it down to be unreadable. This is your fault for not allowing .gifv on the forums @Alex

- NPO Humor Production Facility 217, Orbis District, 2018 (colorized)

The Fighting Pacifists and The Horsemen have agreed to an indefinite and immediate White Peace. We’re going to have to sit the rest of this one out in general…as we are just about out of bullets, gasoline and available citizens willing to absorb airstrikes, missiles and the occasional nuclear bomb. Good clean fun for everyone… Mental note for the future: Buy more gasoline. Spend less money on Keno.

Every time I see this I automatically think of the Mickey Mouse Club song ♫ G - R - U... M - P - Y ♫ And I keep expecting somebody to finish it. I guess it's up to me. ♫ We're - All - Old - Fog - eys ♫ ♫ Grumpy whales! ♫ ♫ Grumpy whales! ♫ now maybe that song will no longer be stuck in my head >_<

Save us please

This is the most ironic quote I've ever seen on the OWF.

I... I think I may have just peaked folks. Nowhere to go from here...

When you're prepared for all possible outcomes

G R U M P Y

Polaris: I like how easy you’ve allowed me to stat pad

I tried to get eveyone who had responded in the thread. I think I got everyone except King Dabs, who I just missed during editing unfortunately.

Also, the fact that IQ isn't using as much steel isn't some weird stat tracker exploit. It just means their strategy leads to reduced damages from lost tanks/ships, and that being reflected in the stats is entirely legit. You can quibble about what the steel PPU should be, but complaining about them not running tanks is idiotic. Either their strategy of avoiding steel loss and score increase is just better than yours, or it is costing them in other areas that will ultimately lead to worse performance and stats overall.

First, it was Rozalia. Then it was Jodo. Next was Prefontaine. Now it's your turn, Sheepy. Better make some good changes to the game, or else the Hippo comes.

I thought my internet or computer was acting up. Oh, that was great.

>No flags on faces >under's obsession with Star War memes

(Political Map of the Republic of Aguacenta and its unincorporated territories) Stories from Aguacenta OOC: This thread documents the stories of the people of Aguacenta. They vary in length and subject. These stories are meant to document life within the Republic from many different view points, from political leaders to everyday people. These stories may or may not be in chronological order. When stories are historical, I will attempt to make note of that. Some stories will be meant merely to develop the culture, history, and identify of the Republic of Aguacenta. Other stories are meant to document major events and developments within the Republic from a first person view. You can find current news from Aguacenta in a radio-broadcast format from the Aguacentian Far East Radio Network (AFERN) you can find general history and information on Aguacenta In the Enciclopedia Geografica. ---------------------------------------- Stories of Life on the Frontier and the Annexation of Cordoba: Julia was staring through one of the windows of a shop in the village of Einbeck. Julia was about to turn 15 and she was eyeing a new dress for her quinceanera. Suddenly, she heard a voice call out from behind here. It was one of her younger brothers telling her it was time to go. They weren't much different than any of the Aguacentian children that lived on the peninsula. They spoke German. They went to German community schools. They had German friends. Even though they were Aguacentian's they never felt unwelcome or unwanted. Julia's parents moved from Alicante to the east coast of Cordoba when she was only five years old. Her father often told stories about what life was like in the Republic. Stories about living in the slums of Cadiz, working for 18 hours a day for almost no money, and barely making enough to get by. Her mother never talked about life before moving to Cordoba. Julia thought it was because the memories were just too difficult for her Mother. Sometimes, Julia tried to remember living in Aguacenta. If she really tried, she swore she could conjure a flash of life in Alicante. While her younger brothers were technically citizens of Aguacenta, they had never set foot in the there and they certainly didn't feel attached to the Republic. Every once in a while, her youngest brother would stand on one of the hills on the shoreline, if the weather was clear he swore he could see the coast of the Republic. Logically, Julia knew it was many days journey by sea to there, and there was no way he could see it. But, in his mind it was just over the horizon. Julia wondered how well her brothers would fit in there. The only exposure they had to Aguacentian culture was from weekly radio broadcasts, they didn't dress like most Aguacentians, and they had never been to a city. While their Spanish was passable, in reality it wasn't very good. She figured she would find out eventually, because when they turned 18 both of her brothers would be conscripted into the Aguacentian Defense Force. Julia might not have known much about life in the Republic, but she knew plenty about life on the frontier. Life was good here. During the summers, work in the fields started early and ended late. During the winters, the weather got so cold that sometimes you couldn't go outside for more than a few minutes. Sundays meant a journey to Einbeck for Mass. If she was lucky, afterward her parents would let her ramble around the village with her friends while they ran errands. Mateo sat staring at his watch. The train was late again, which meant he was stuck with nothing to do. His eyes wandered a bit. Then he caught himself reading one of the posters on the opposite wall. It was for one of the projects he was assigned to. It read "Endless riches await you in the east", with two happy homesteaders, one pulling a large fish out of a river, the other was wandering through a field of crops. Mateo smiled to himself and for a second he contemplated the fact that he had never even been as far east as Puerto Libre. At the bottom of the poster in bold text was printed "3 million pesos for a new life". He scoffed. He was not sure what kind of life you could afford on the frontier for 3 million pesos, but it could not be a very good one. That much money wasn't enough to live on for long, For most people in the capital that amounted to barely two months wages. His thoughts moved on to the absurdity of paying people to move to place where they could supposedly find "endless riches". Suddenly, his train of thought was interrupted by a person sitting next to him. The man must have caught Mateo staring at the poster. "Can you believe that? 30 million pesos?" the man said. "Yeah...it's...", Mateo started. The man didn't let him finish his thought before he interrupted, "It's all a conspiracy, you know? The government pays you to go out there to there, but you've got to be desperate to pick up and move for that little. So, the only people that go out there are poor. They don't have to deal with poverty, because all the poor people are out of sight and out of mind. Better yet, if they wind up getting killed by one of those protestant militias, then the Nationalists have an excuse to come 'rescue' you." Mateo's attention waned. He wondered if the man had lost his tin-foil hat somewhere. A whistle blew. Finally! His train arrived. He excused himself and headed off. Silently he hoped to himself that the paranoid man from the bench wasn't going in the same direction. He arrived at work almost 30 minutes late. He was met by two storage boxes. It must of been the documents he had requested from the Home Office's Central Archive for the report the Home Minister had requested on the plight of settlers on the Coastal Frontier. They were sealed shut with security tape and stamped on all sides with "CONFIDENTIAL". He rolled his eyes. It wasn't even 07:30 and whoever had delivered the documents had already committed a security violation. Lucky for them, neither the inspector general nor any of the security officers ever bothered to come down to this level. He pulled the scissors from his desk and split open the boxes. The first contained the most series of documents from Aguacentian settlers in the Coastal Frontier, it was filled to the top surveys, interviews, and other personal stories. It was heavy and probably weighed at least 20 kilos. The second contained every document the Central Archive could find related to violence against settlers. It contained two reports. One criminal report related to the unsolved murders of a entire family of settlers in their home. The second, a rambling and incoherent letter to an unspecified assemblymen about about being robbed by a gang of local youths. Mateo spent the day reading through the accounts of settlers on the coastal frontier. They were mostly mundane accounts of day to day life. They told the stories of the difficulties of planting new crops, the harshness of the weather, and interactions with the German-Protestant settlers there. Overall, they painted the picture of a difficult, but peaceful and rewarding life for homesteaders. After a few days, he had finally made it through all the reports and interviews. He was surprised how favorable the Aguacentian accounts of the Germans were. All of the first hand accounts he read suggested the Germans were friendly, helpful, and supportive toward the Aguacentian settlers on the peninsula. Despite this it seemed like every time he turned on the news there was some new confrontation reported between the the Aguacentians and the Germans. He penned his report and provided the following summary: Teo's desk was covered in documents. Reports, memos, authorization paperwork, and request forms. Most things were filtered out or delegated to subordinate offices, but it always seemed like an inordinate amount of paperwork that wound up on his desk. He heard a knock and then a head popped into the doorway. "Sir, your going to be late for your meeting if you don't leave now", one of his secretaries reminded him. Teo had five secretaries, a fact that never ceased to amaze him. Usually the best a boy from the slums of Siero can hope for is to grow up to work in the ports. Somehow he managed to be different. Teo entered the meeting room and closed the door. He looked for the the marker that identified his seat. "Teodoro Ojeda - Minister of the Home Office". He was one of the last to take his seat. He looked around the table. Already seated were the Foreign Minister, and the Ministers for Defense and the Economy. Accompanying them was the Director of National Intelligence, the Head of the Defense Council, and the Chiefs of each of the branches of the ADF. He really hated these meetings anything he said was immediately dismissed. It didn't matter that he had been with the National Party since its formation, that his connections almost single-handily delivered the northern provinces for the party, or that he had spent more time in political office than any other two people sitting at the table combined. The discussions about whether or not to annex the territories of the Coastal Frontier started shortly after they were sworn into office, now that the Germans were getting ready to declare themselves and independent nation annexation was all but inevitable. The National Party had always been an uneasy fellowship of various factions. In a lot of ways the only thing they had in common was they were opposed to rule by the UDC. For most of the factions in the party annexation helped to resolve a political problem. For the militarists in the party, annexation meant a way to justify military modernization and to protect the Republics southern major ports. For the imperialists it meant making Greater Aguacenta a reality. For the nationalists it meant a rallying cry for union and incorporating all the Spanish speaking Catholics into a single state. For the industrialists it meant new resources to exploit. For the First Minister it meant a way to deflect from an inability to resolve basic social and economic problems. Teo was a populist, and he knew the people would bear the heavy burden of annexation. For the populists annexation meant something else. For the populists annexation meant setting aside their reservations for the greater good of the party. An so he did. He ignored the buried reports that said the the biggest problem facing settlers on the frontier was the lack of Republic support. He ignored it when the other departments suppressed memos that said that without the Germans many homesteaders would have died due to harsh conditions. He watched idly as the militarist and imperialists used the media to build up a few minor incidents into a rash of massacres and atrocities. He did not like it, he could have stopped it, but he kept quiet for the good of the Party and the Republic. Javier was usually bored and falling asleep in his patrol car by 03:00. Nights in Nueva Barcelona were almost always quiet. It was not always that way. In colonial days it was a thriving hub of commerce. People dreamed of coming here to strike it rich in the Northern Reaches. It was a place where hopeful adventurers and prospectors took on supplies before heading into the wilderness looking for fortunes or notoriety. When winter came, those lucky enough to strike it rich returned here to make camp and sell their wares. The resources of the northern frontiers created great wealth and spurred new enterprises. But, that was in the past. People had moved on to the industrial cities of Siero and Olivia where the factories and ports meant steady well-paying jobs. The once great "Gateway to the North" had become a desolate outpost on the eastern border of the Republic.Those that were unfortunate enough to remain here barely saw any benefit from being a part of the nation their intrepid forefathers helped create. What was left was a mass of rusting warehouses and crumbling saloons. A blight on an otherwise immaculate wilderness. Now, only two types of people came here willingly. Settlers subsidized by the central government headed for homesteads in the territories of the Coastal Frontier and soldiers unfortuitous enough to get stationed to the army garrison. Tonight was different, Javier spent the night blocking the intersections along main street to prevent cross-traffic. He wasn't the only one awake, the men of the 3rd Infantry Division had awoken the entire city. In the distance he could hear indistinct shouting accompanied by the clamor of men hurriedly stacking equipment and supply crates into trucks. From the street, he could see a few of his people peering out into the darkness from behind their curtains and trying to ascertain what was going on. A few adventurous people stood along the street and watched as a convoy of military vehicles rumbled down the Camino del Sur headed for the Córdoba Peninsula. He had no idea what was going on, but he reassured those that asked that it was nothing of any consequence. Seb could barely concentrate. He had only been asleep for a few hours when one the captains came into the barracks and started yelling. They had 30 minutes to pack their things and get them loaded. Seb was one of the first to finish. He took a seat on the bench nearest to the cab of one of the trucks. The rest of his unit slowly filtered in behind him. He surveyed their faces. They were young and tired. Most of them were conscripts just out of basic training who had never left home before. Seb was different. He a volunteer and had been in the Army for almost six years. The last two he had been assigned to the 3rd Army Garrison at Nueva Barcelona. In that time, he had never experienced anything like this. They weren't told where they were going or when they'd get there, just that this wasn't a drill and there was the potential for combat. Twelve hours later the trucks pulled off the road into a clearing and they were told to make camp. He wasn't sure exactly where they were, but a while back he saw a sign the read "Dorf Würzburg". He reckoned that meant they were somewhere in middle of the Córdoba Peninsula. The rest of his unit and him were sitting around eating cold ration packs when they were told to assemble for a briefing. Part of him was annoyed they didn't let them finish eating, another part of him was relieved they were finally getting information on where they were going and what they were doing. Jonas was involved in politics from a young age. During high school he held organize referendum to change the commune's youth curfew policy. While studying at university he got involved with the Cordovan Independence Movement (CIM). Early on in the movement he was elected as a regional representative. Eventually he was elected to the position of Ombudsman, and then finally Chairman. After school he was ran for Mayor of Karlshafen, the only city on the peninsula. As time passed, the strength of the Movement grew in popularity. The belief in the need for coordination between the villages and settlements in Cordoba drew both German Protestants and Spanish Catholics to the movement. Before the Republic started encouraging settlers to move to Cordoba, it was estimated that nearly 80 percent of the people living on the peninsula were members of the Movement. Membership had waned somewhat since then, but the movement was still widespread. In fact, it had become so widespread that independence was about to become a reality. Referendums were held in nearly all the settlements, villages, and communes in Cordoba. The vote was one of resounding support. All of the communities south of Karlshafen and nearly seventy percent of the communities north of Karlshafen had voted to join the new Cordovan Confederation. It was under these circumstances that Jonas prepared to take office. Today he was major of Karlshafen, but tomorrow he would be officially sworn into office as Governor General of the Cordovan Confederation. The morning came, but it did not go as Jonas had planned. He woke a little after 04:00 to banging on the door of his cottage. At first he thought it might be some of the delegates from the Community Assembly looking to get an early start on the days business. That thought was quickly dispelled as he opened the door to a dozen Aguacentian soldiers in tactical gear forcing their way into his home. The placed Jonas in binders and ushered him into the back of one of their trucks. As they drove the 15 kilometers from his house into the center of Karlshafen, Jonas noticed that soldiers in armored vehicles were stationed at every cross road on the Camino del Sur. When they arrived in town he saw there must have been five hundred soldiers camped on the commons. Jonas was taken to the town hall where a makeshift headquarters had set up. Jonas was lead into a room with a group of soldiers standing at the door. As he looked around he recognized some of the others in the room. They were various officials from the CIM, members of the the Karlshafen town council, and some of the delegates from surrounding villages. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he was starting to get a good idea. Hours passed and nothing happened. Suddenly, the doors opened and an older man walked in. He stood at the front of the room. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen." he bellowed. "I am Brigadier General Gustavo del Bosque, and you all will be guests of the 2nd Brigade for a while. You and some of your compatriots have been accused of crimes against the Republic. You will remain here until such time that transportation can be arranged to take you to Ciudad Nuevo, where specific chargers will be levied and you will be tried. If you have any needs, please let one of my officers know." A concerned murmur swept the room as people exchanged looks of confusion and frustration. The General walked out, and the doors clapped shut behind him. Silvia was sitting at one of the tables in her cafe. The day was slow and there was nothing to do so she was watching the news on the small TV in the corner. The news was on. Images of Aguacentian troops standing in village squares flashed across the screen. She didn't recognize any of the names of the places they were, but based on the scenery they must have been far away. A news anchors were talking in the background, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. She turned up the volume. By the time she did, the screen cut to the First Minister speaking. He was flanked by men in military uniforms and some other people that Silvia didn't recognize.

After a long, multi-episode battle, Roquentin - The Protector of NPO - has met an foe he cannot best. These fearsome nations strike from high score with terrifying ferocity, leaving death and destruction in their path. To even stand a chance of besting them, Roquentin must unlock a power within him and accomplish a feat never before performed; go Super Nation 3 and tier himself to a whole new city count! Can he do this, or is he doomed to fail? Watch as he strides onto the battlefield... With this new power, can any now stand in the path of Roquentin? (I've probably butchered these references, but frick it I had fun)

I'm not sure if it's just that the espionage report message for a failed op on nukes is "failed to sabotage missiles" or if there's some sort of bug that causes missiles to get targeted by spy ops from time to time, but it's happened dozens of times this war and I'd be surprised if we mis-clicked when we selected the espionage target that often.

Stratagem seeing this:

This is what makes the 80s badass. Not whatever Spielberg or the SJWs claim to be.

Best of luck, Horsemen. Enjoy the peace.

Good luck on the rebuild to Horsemen. You guys toughed it out there pretty well. o7

While the game already has many stats such as score, infra damaged, troops killed, etc., I feel it doesn't truly give you a sense of who won an alliance war, specifically by how much. One side may surrender, but still the extent of damage is not known. Let's add a new stat for Value of Destruction. It is basically the sum of money lost to GA and Beige Loot plus cost of troops plus value of infra (dynamic). The value of infra would be the most important and complex formula, since it'd need to take the current range of infra and calculate the cost of infra accordingly, per city. Especially in the case of nuclear attacks where 2000 infra can be damaged in one go, we need to decide whether to take the cost at 2,000 infra, the cost at 60%, i.e. 1,200 infra, or have a comprehensive costing where the value is taken at the cost of going from 250 to 2,000 infra. Once this is implemented at nation level, it can be rolled up to alliance level. I feel this stat would give real bragging rights for alliances in future wars, by taking a difference of their ending and starting damage to others.

I'm a bit bias of course, but running out of food should have consequences to the population for sure.

Would just discourage offensive action and nerf recruitment/coordination too much. I think making the game more casual is not in its best interest

It’s ok buddy. If you are winning as much as you think you are surely the stats by the evil NPO don’t matter.

I want to enjoy this thread but right now I'm really, really, really triggered by this

I think it's a good idea; if it is still necessary to have the information about individual bounties being accessible then maybe it could be hidden behind a sublist or set of collapsable lists, with only the totals per bounty type shown by default. Kind of like the way cities are shown on the nation page, I guess.

If only you ingrates bought more credits, then this wouldn't have happened. - This comment brought to you by Red Road Entertainment LLC

If only UPN's war performance was on par with their memes posted here. Perhaps they would have lasted more than a few hours.

Back by popular request.

YOU HAD ONE JOB @Dr Rush

Hosted at UC Berkeley 3 days Moderators: Alex Jones, Bill O Reilly, Bill Maher, Cenk Uygur Day 1: -Ron Paul vs Bernie Sanders on the US Economy and Global Trade -Christian Right vs LGBT Day 2: -Milo Yiannopoulis, Ben Shapiro,and Ann Coulter vs Jorge Ramos, Stephen Colbert, and John Oliver on the US Border Wall -Sargon of Akkad vs Anita Sarkeesian on the Patriarchy and American Culture Day 3: -Richard Spencer vs BLM- Racial Profiling -David Hoggs vs Oathkeepers I would pay good money to see this.

No... I'm pretty sure some people are still on their period.

I'm merely trying to get all the info from the many fronts that exist in this war. This information has helped shed light on the rebellion against the New Radiant Order. Thank you.

Acadia: Probably busy for Easter BK: They're mostly 12 or something so probably doing Easter Egg Hunt prep, April Fools, and family spring outings. Cornerstone: Mid-terms for law and med students, they're probably studying UPN: They probably got spring break early Polaris: They definitely didn't try to hide the bank You're just slandering these poor folks.

Hell must have frozen over if I am agreeing with this.

Truth be told, I'm not really feeling quite as strongly about the economic mechanics as the majority here. (This could be due to my being almost completely outside of the general 'economy' though, I admit.) Changing the costs of producing resources changes the price of resources, yes, but the price of raw resources has increased as well as the price of refined resources, so small/new/defeated nations still aren't screwed over entirely. Adaptation is economic behavior. Still, the fact that the change made it so that one requires so many more improvement slots to reach the hard cap of resource productivity per city now means that it requires far too much infrastructure to reach that, forcing people to protect their investments more jealously and stagnate harder. This also screws over those with less capital to invest in the first place, otherwise known as the almighty silent majority "casual player" that Alex is trying to court. That said... @hydraik @Seraphim You're both wrong in so many ways it isn't funny. (1). Well, there are issues that it would not fix, but there are issues that it would. (2). If raws are worthless, then the manufactured prices would drop due to lower overhead, not increase due to lack of supply. And if they did, then the demand on the raws would increase their price. Please learn basic economics, or at least check the prices of basic resources (hint: they're not worthless). The pollution costs increase the cost of production for both, and the improvement slots increase the investment required to reach the hardcap, but that's not what you said. (3). The price of steel has made tanks overwhelmingly expensive relative to their combat performance, but that was a problem since before the update. Ships on the other hand compete against ships and aircraft, NOT cheap soldiers, and therefore their resource price doesn't matter quite so much. (4). NO. Longer response: Fortify was and remains a perfect rebalancing factor mechanically. With it, an underdog nation could choose to, through their own actions, avoid ceding profit to attackers. This enabled attrition warfare and allows them to remain competitive or at least have options to fight back regardless of how many resources or nations their enemies could bring to bear. The balance problem is that winning wars leads to having more resources relative to the losing side with which to win more wars, which leads to having more resources with which to win more wars, until the losing side has nothing and can only have nothing. Since winning wars shouldn't result in a disadvantage, there must be some other counterplay option to enable competition despite that imbalance. Removing fortification will result in more wars in the short term, but it will make competitive warfare 100% impossible when (not if!) one side becomes overwhelmingly dominant and protects their dominance by preventing anyone from playing at all. I know guys like you just wanna beige people and make yourselves feel like you've won, but stop trying to justify your selfishness and lack of long-term vision through shilling for removing mechanics designed to keep your enemies competitive. Just because you've killed the game does not mean you've won it, only that everyone has lost a valued game experience. (5). Realism takes a back seat to game balance, and it should. That said, your argument is absurd even in and of itself. Mining in first-world countries requires less pollution than in poorer countries, but at a far higher operating overhead and level of investment. This therefore results in first-world countries buying minerals from nations that strip-mine and worse, which they very much do. How do you think North Korea pays for their missile program? Hint: It's selling minerals like coal to China. Which they mine using prison labor. How do you think middle-eastern dictators pay for their solid gold toilets? Hint: It's selling oil to the West. All of this also encourages dictators that keep their population at a rock bottom level of development and quality of life, but that's another topic. (6). Piracy IS the most profitable tactic. Arrgh. (1). First, that's irrelevant. Second, that's completely and demonstrably wrong; Alex has invested into new advertisements recently, which resulted in the growth that you're referring to. (2). Nope. I mean, I guess it could be possible that reducing the amount of investment needed to be competitive in the marketplace will result in those now more able to invest and compete lose more against those that are now on a more even field than they are. Somehow. Maybe. (3). Surely you jest. (4). Alex doesn't need to do that, and Alex cannot do that without compromising his integrity as a neutral entity. All he can do, and all he should do, is create and enforce mechanics that enable and encourage "vigor" and "vibrance" while allowing the players to choose how they play and who they compete against and cooperate with. Unfortunately, due to shills that want to 'win' despite that concept being counterproductive to a perpetual game, he's feeling pressured to give up on the mechanics that allow competitive 'vigor' and 'vibrance' to be sustainable or reasonable. Since he has a deep profit motive, this pressure is defining his actions, and THAT is why we are seeing fewer alliance wars and without maintaining mechanics that enable and encourage competitive balance, will see fewer alliance wars until we reach the point where no competitive warfare is possible at all.

After reviewing this thread and the moderation action taken against it, I agree that this post warranted a lock. What I see here is a thinly disguised attempt to ostracize and bully perhaps not only Muslims, but females as well. This "game" (in the post) uses women as objects to be coveted and possessed, which is not only wrong and demeaning to women, but also dangerous for our younger players (of whom there are many) who are developing their beliefs and understanding of how the world and interpersonal relations works. This post could be interpreted as against the rules from trolling (deliberately provocative posting with the aim of inciting an angry response) to the promotion of illegal activity (polygamy is illegal in the United States, where the game is based, as well as the majority of jurisdictions where players come from.) I disagree with the forum moderators' assessment that the post is inherently racist, but again, I re-iterate my points about how harmful this sort of "game" (in the post) is to women, and how this type of thing can be used to bully Muslim players. After a complete review, I take no issue with the forum moderators' actions here.