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The Soup is Hot.

The Soup is hot.

You are damn right.

The soup, the soup, the soup is on fire ?

The soup is so hot.

The Soup truly is hot.

The Soup is Hot.

TCW, Fark, and UPN would roll you, and look like John Cena doing it.

Bro. How could I even argue with you on this?

The Soup is Souper hot

The soup is hot bby

Darn it! The Soup is just too hot!

The Soup is hot

@Kastor If you're feeling froggy, jump.

Coming through! Hot Soup!!

I actually don't view this as a problem, to be honest. It makes it easier for new players, who are already increasingly far behind on city counts when they begin, to catch up to the pack and participate in the global meta where it matters. I bet you'll find that the reason for the lower prices simply comes down to an ever increasing supply (more cities, more infra, more refineries).

Comrades really do be out here getting like 809 upvotes because soup is too hot. 1 upvote = 1 P&W player treated with severe mouth burns

I have news for you guys...

Ok, that was a good reply.

Not hating. I knew the guy for years and have a huge amount of repect for him. And knowing him, i think he'd see the humor in my comment. I can't help it if my personality is infectious.

Hello friends of Orbis! I'm a relatively new player with a 46 day old nation. I've done a lot since starting but haven't been active on the forums so I guess now is the time. Currently in Nova Riata working in Econ. I have a small graphics business (Valkyrie Marketing) that has helped me jumpstart my nation. Not sure how much I will post on forums but will lurk for sure.

Average manufactured prices just dipped below $1750 this weekend which is rather nuts. This is especially noteworthy since raws seem to be flatlining instead of decreasing at the same pace. There is hypercompetition for manufactured market share, and it's not letting up.

why does kastor think he's relevant enough to be posting takes like this go back to your cage

I'll take full blame for the edgy teenager part

Probably one of the worst sphere names tbh, I didn't know the bloc was run by edgey teens until I heard the name.

Looks like we're not the only ones who have our chromos leak out every now and then.

I feel like you just wrote so much bs. The best sphere, is of course the Black Death (The Empyrea sphere). Can you refute my claims Kastor, can you?

The problem is size, quality, and speed. Gifs are larger, generally less detailed, and load like a fat elephant trying to climb a tree. Photoshop also allows only 500 frames for importing and even then it might fail because Photoshop isn't really meant to create large gifs. The reason I know this and why this thread was even created. We can only upload, not link. On top of that we are only allowed to upload a bit over half a MB, which is small enough to be pointless. Correction, our attachment limit is actually 0.65mb and that's for all our posts. (Apparently I had a single picture I uploaded a while ago that was ~80kb which lowered it to a bit over half a MB) Your sample video is 2MB, 4 times what we are allowed to upload, despite looking like trash (compare the quality of the sample to the youtube version of it). I doubt you want to risk people constantly uploading 5MB attachments and destroying whatever storage allowance your hosting service provides after all. Embedding lets you offload the storage to Youtube, Imgur, Vimeo, whoever and you don't have to worry about it.

Solid choice going with Nova Riata

It was a dark night in the frigid North. The clouds from the coming storm blocked any moonlight from seeping in through the window and in the distance, thunder swelled. Squeegee laid in bed, huddled up under his multitude of fur blankets, as the wind howled outside. There was a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder and Squeegee woke with a start. He looked around his room, convinced he heard something moving in the shadows. Panicked, his gaze shot around the thick cut stone room. Was someone there or was it just a figment of his imagination? Another flash of lightning lit the room up once again, illuminating a figure standing at the edge of his bed. Squeegee froze. In front of him stood the Lost Wit, a former King’s Wit everyone assumed dead after she disappeared during a journey for self-discovery. A faint glow seemed to emanate from her. Squeegee reached for his sword, alarmed at the sudden intrusion. “Put your sword away,” Wit chastised. “I have not come to trifle with foolish behaviors.” She strode towards the window. As Squeegee rose to his feet to follow her, his head buzzed with questions. “Why have you returned now, Wit?” Squeegee asked, finally settling on one as he drew level with her. “Time is short and there is something you must see if the impending disaster is to be averted. You alone have the opportunity to prevent the destruction of all you can see. The true desolation is coming; Chaos awaits for its rebirth into this world,” Wit replied, her tone solemn. “Where is it that you require me to go?” Squeegee said, skeptical. “Oh, not far,” Wit said with a smirk. “In fact, you’re right where you need to be.” A deafening clap of thunder shook the castle and piercing light burned through the window. Squeegee watched as the stone roof peeled off into a thousand pieces before drifting upwards out of sight and the walls fell away to the side, to be slowly absorbed into a white sea of nothingness. As the North faded away, another scene soon took its place and Squeegee found himself in a field, alone. Wit was nowhere to be found. Squeegee could see the lights of a small village ahead, no more than a dozen houses all tightly packed together, smoke rising from their chimneys. Realizing this may be his best chance to figure out where he was, Squeegee set off towards civilization. He effortlessly jogged across the rolling fields and quickly found himself nearing the outskirts of the village. From here the plan was simple: establish his location, find out what had happened, and get something to eat. Once he reached the entrance to the village, Squeegee paused and looked around. He noticed one of the houses was noticeably larger than the rest and therefore appeared to be the most logical choice to knock at. Approaching the door, he reached out slowly and knocked softly, as the hour was late and he didn’t want to anger the inhabitants. After a few tantalising seconds, the door opened to reveal a man dressed in a rough shirt with muddied trousers and heavy boots. “Welcome, traveller, what can we do for you tonight?” he inquired. “I was hoping you might be able to tell me where I am. You see, I rather abruptly ended up here and I’m not exactly sure where ‘here’ is,” Squeegee explained sheepishly. “Well, you’re in the village of Cosham presently, about a week’s travel from the King’s castle in the North,” the villager said. “Why don’t you come inside and sit with us? The soup is hot and there’s plenty to go around.” “Sure…” Squeegee said, trailing off as a guttural, feral noise began emanating from outside the village. He took a step back to see where the sound was coming from. Down the street, huge seventeen foot tall monsters were streaming into the village. They were massive, round, furry creatures with huge front teeth. Squeegee watched as one of them reached down and devoured someone clean off the street. Villagers gathered with swords and spears and torches to try and fend them off but nothing seemed able to penetrate their skin. “Roqbots,” the man whispered. Squeegee looked at him. “Do you get them a lot here?” “More often than I’d like,” he replied. The villager gestured to a gap between two houses across the road and signaled that Squeegee should follow immediately. As they waited for a break in the droves of Roqbots streaming into the village before making their dash to cover the villager reached gingerly into his pocket and produced a small pouch. “Take this, I have a feeling that when the time comes you will be able to make better use of them than I,” the villager whispered as he handed the pouch over. Inside the pouch lay a handful of the largest gemstones Squeegee had ever seen, illuminated with a glow akin to pure moonlight. Looking at the gemstones further, Squeegee recalled the tales that the Lost Wit had told him about soldiers who could fly and conjure weapons from air. Just tales, he had told himself. The gap they had been waiting for presented itself, a quick glance between them confirmed that this was their one opportunity. They bolted from their hiding place, keeping low to avoid being spotted. Just as they reached the gap, a feral cry came from behind them. A Roqbot vaulted over the house and began to close in on them. Its shadow cut a truly imposing shape against the light of the houses and the moon. Forced into a corner with no way to escape, Squeegee stepped forwards, shoving the villager behind him in a futile attempt to protect him. The Roqbot lurched forwards, its claws slicing effortlessly through Squeegee’s left arm, nearly severing it from his body. With no other options remaining, Squeegee resolved to charge the beast in the hopes that the villager who had been so kind to him might have time to escape. As he charged, his body felt weightless. Puzzled, Squeegee glanced down at his hands and feet to see a glow emanating from them. Similarly, the wound on his arm had begun to heal at a remarkable rate. ‘Could it be that the tales of stormlight were actually true?’ he pondered as he pressed forward with renewed vigor. Instinctively, he threw his body into the creature with a motion and force he could never have dreamed of. The Roqbot recoiled, giving him time to once again throw his body into its chest. With a deafening crunch, his shoulder slammed into the creature, crushing its bones. The creature fell, its lifeless corpse laying at his feet, twitching as its blood drained into the ground around him. The village scene slowly melted away and Squeegee found himself in his room once again, hands still glowing faintly. He looked up to see Wit standing there again. “Well?” she asked, expectant. Squeegee looked down at his still glowing hands and replied, “I can see they were more than just stories after all.” Tl;dr Squeegee has been Stormlightened and pledges his life to following the ideals of Knights Radiant. As such, Seven Kingdoms will be known as The Knights Radiant from here on out and all copies of G.R.R. novels have been lost in a mysterious wildfire explosion.

>Sheepy when he realizes at least 12 credits have been spent on April Fools

Ew. Furries are so 2016.

hmm on the one hand I do like foxes. on the other hand I already get accused of being a furry.

I mean. My fault for trying to be even handed in a thread with this community, probably. But my point wasn't that those were horribly offensive things so much as it took me less than 5 minutes to easily find three jokes that were as offensive to other groups as the one you were supposedly calling out. So if you want to make things more inclusive/less offensive, I have a place for you to start. The idea that you'd assume "Uncle Tom" necessarily had a racist implication while having a channel that has the acronym KKK and being ignorant of that is just ridiculous, though, so obviously you have no intention of looking at the problem earnestly. So yeah, I'm out.

I want resource prices to go up cause I am maxed on steel prod

Cash in PW is pretty much just another resource that everyone produces that can be directly exchanged for other resources isn’t it? Like it’s used for infra, cities, military, etc as if it were building material irl. Not a new idea by any means but I’m still a fan of making it so cities and infra require a massive resource investment as well as a massive cash investment.

Boss, you're in Polaris. Everything you buy gets wasted since you can't even handle pirate raids. Idc about the specific price level. The game needs regular inflation so future generations of players are constantly supported in selling their products. Otherwise, the game stagnates from old players just sitting around and doing nothing. Sheepy should intervene with some formula that makes stockpiles depreciate everyweek based on your percentile in the game to discourage saving and encourage spending. Your percentile could equal the percent of 2% that you lose everyweek. I say 2% so the median player loses 1% per week of saved resources. We need to remember this is a game, not real life. Saving resources to afford a retired lifestyle of luxury doesn't apply here.

Well, it has been 12 months since the last one, methinks. I think it's that time of the year again. Sheepy's economic band aid fix in 3..2...

Good we’ll be able to war for years with prices this cheap.

No OOC tangents?! How can you have a quality radio show with no OOC tangents?!

1. It isn't, but I'm not going to argue with you on this because you know it isn't either and you just want to create a narrative. Ironically, telling me I couldn't sexually identify as a Polaris would actually mean that you weren't respecting my right to an identity. So which is it, are you refusing my right to identify or can I sexually identify as a Polaris? 2. I fail to see how this is off-color or a joke/reference. We attacked Queen M days later and filled her slots. That's you trying to be weird, not me. 3. Kastor's Krazy Klub is a real thing, there's an entire discord server for it. It has nothing to do with black people at all. I guess the KKK acronym, but meh, that's a reach and I didn't even realize that before you pointed it out indirectly. tl;dr: You reached on everything and came up short, try again next time.

You heard it here first guys, apparently Polaris is now a gender identity. Thrax going for gold in the mental gymnastics Olympics I see.

It is I, the true leader of Foxunism! Heil Focks

ET had better stats in DDR than KT/TGH combined

Look at me, look at me Hands in the air like it's good to be Alive! And I'm a famous rapper Even when the paths are all crookedy I can show you how to do-si-do I can show you how to scratch a record I can take apart the remote control And I can almost put it back together I can tie a knot in a cherry stem I can tell you about Leif Ericson I know all the words to "De Colores" And "I'm proud to be an American" Me and my friend saw a platypus Me and my friend made a comic book And guess how long it took I can do anything that I want cause, look I can keep rhythm with no metronome No metronome No metronome And I can see your face on the telephone On the telephone On the telephone Look at me Look at me Just called to say that it's good to be Alive! In such a small world I'm all curled up with a book to read I can make money open up a thrift store I can make a living off a magazine I can design an engine sixty four Miles to a gallon of gasoline I can make new antibiotics I can make computers survive aquatic conditions I know how to run a business I can make you wanna buy a product Movers shakers and producers Me and my friends understand the future I see the strings that control the systems I can do anything with no assistance Cause I can lead a nation with a microphone With a microphone With a microphone And I can split the atoms of a molecule Of a molecule Of a molecule Look at me Look at me Driving and I won't stop And it feels so good to be Alive and on top My reach is global My tower secure My cause is noble My power is pure I can hand out a million vaccinations Or let 'em all die in exasperation Have 'em all healed of their lacerations Have 'em all killed by assassination I can make anybody go to prison Just because I don't like 'em and I can do anything with no permission I have it all under my command Because I can guide a missile by satellite By satellite By satellite And I can hit a target through a telescope Through a telescope Through a telescope And I can end the planet in a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars I can ride my bike without handlebars No handlebars No handlebars No handlebars