So, this is my first AAR and I'll be playing with Assam - a minor in India (I guess) with the mod Rising Nations (v1.0).
Short description:
What to expect:
- Some narration + screenshots
- Sad attempts at humor
- Obscure references
- Assamness
- Exploiting game mechanics holes to the fullest
- Possible boredom
What not to expect:
- Amazing displays of skill
- Other positive stuff often attributed to good AARs
Goals:
- Survive
- Conquer India
- Westernize
- Murdering those who try to hurt us - and everybody else
- When the first three goals are fulfilled you get to choose new ones
House rules:
- No reloading
- Default settings, no lucky nations
- No cheating (as in no typing in stuff to get money, exploiting faulty mechanics is for the greater good, to allow the Paradoxians to fix the game)
- Instant annexations are off, except for animists, as is proper
- If there's trouble, blame it on Fidel
Also if anyone knows/thinks it's not pronounced Awesome but Oysom or something keep your mouth shut please
Prologue
"Ain't that a fire or what?" A man asked
"Sure is, my liege." The other one answered
The first man stood up "Are you sure that's the last one?"
"Yes, my liege, I am certain."
"I love censorship. Don't you?"
One day earlier...
"My son.. is that you?"
"Yes father, it is me, Siphakpha."
"You are the finest of the puddle, my son" and that's just sad, the king thought "and I want you to take my throne when I die.
The young man was speechles. As hard as he tried to say something, words failed him. Soon he would be king!
"The others are a bunch of cowards who spend all of their days pillaging villages on the wrong side of the border, killing women and raping men. They're doing everything wrong!"
"Yes, father" The young man answered.
"And now, my son, I shall impart only one bit of wisdom, carried in our family for generations. It is the secret of our success, and life itself." His old eyes fired up once more as he spoke, and the young man's heart raced so fast that he could barely hear his father's word, but he calmed himself and listened.
"My son, remeber this: It's only cheating if you get caught." He said, and passed away to join his ancestors, Shisha the Weird and WeeWoo the Crosseyed.
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Updates to come soon. Ish. I guess.
Short description:
What to expect:
- Some narration + screenshots
- Sad attempts at humor
- Obscure references
- Assamness
- Exploiting game mechanics holes to the fullest
- Possible boredom
What not to expect:
- Amazing displays of skill
- Other positive stuff often attributed to good AARs
Goals:
- Survive
- Conquer India
- Westernize
- Murdering those who try to hurt us - and everybody else
- When the first three goals are fulfilled you get to choose new ones
House rules:
- No reloading
- Default settings, no lucky nations
- No cheating (as in no typing in stuff to get money, exploiting faulty mechanics is for the greater good, to allow the Paradoxians to fix the game)
- Instant annexations are off, except for animists, as is proper
- If there's trouble, blame it on Fidel
Also if anyone knows/thinks it's not pronounced Awesome but Oysom or something keep your mouth shut please
Prologue
"Ain't that a fire or what?" A man asked
"Sure is, my liege." The other one answered
The first man stood up "Are you sure that's the last one?"
"Yes, my liege, I am certain."
"I love censorship. Don't you?"
One day earlier...
"My son.. is that you?"
"Yes father, it is me, Siphakpha."
"You are the finest of the puddle, my son" and that's just sad, the king thought "and I want you to take my throne when I die.
The young man was speechles. As hard as he tried to say something, words failed him. Soon he would be king!
"The others are a bunch of cowards who spend all of their days pillaging villages on the wrong side of the border, killing women and raping men. They're doing everything wrong!"
"Yes, father" The young man answered.
"And now, my son, I shall impart only one bit of wisdom, carried in our family for generations. It is the secret of our success, and life itself." His old eyes fired up once more as he spoke, and the young man's heart raced so fast that he could barely hear his father's word, but he calmed himself and listened.
"My son, remeber this: It's only cheating if you get caught." He said, and passed away to join his ancestors, Shisha the Weird and WeeWoo the Crosseyed.
- - - - - - -
Updates to come soon. Ish. I guess.
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