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Hark, and behold the glorious might of Mother Russia! (The preceding is included at the insistance of the *ONLY* Russian in the tribe)
For too long have our cold lands been blighted by that canker In the Southwest's academy tribe. (Canker? Really? Over the top don't you think?)
We drink the life blood of Mother Russia! We toast the vodka which warms our hearts. (Like he has one)
Our armies will march through their villages! Will grind meal from their bones! Will repopulate with their women! And use all their kitchenware to make more VODKA! (As if he hasn't already had too much)
Its mighty wings spread above us
The Russian eagle is hovering high
The Motherland’s tricolor symbol
Is leading Russia’s peoples to victory
Russian Federation National Anthem
(Disclaimer: The drunken Russian fool plied me with vodka until I agreed to declare war for him. Our Tribes are, except for his lazy backside, quite well separated and there will be almost no direct conflict as a result of this declaration. We will paint funny pictures on the Iron curtain. We will write moving patriotic speeches and we will blather about the might of our armies while staring at each other across a wide gulf. Fear us! We're impotent!)
And the first operation: The Vokda Gambit
Two daring attacks timed carefully to land on separate villages at what looks like similar times to a drunken Russian.
A normal attack but for the application of copious amounts of Vodka.
Not even the sender knows which attack is real. His inebriated state prevents him from realizing he could just LOOK AT THE COMMANDS PAGE.
How does the enemy react? They stare into his bloodshot eyes. The feint to one village, then the other. But they can find no tell as he weaves drunkenly.
Do they stack their new captures? Do they stay in the fortifications of the old?
Real or fake. Russian roulette. . .
(As an interesting aside, Russian roulette used to be less dangerous. Imperfect workmanship meant that the weight of the bullet naturally caused the chamber with the live round to drop to the bottom of the gun so it would be relatively rare that the gun would discharge. Modern technology has done away with that problem and today people shoot themselves with far greater regularity)
For too long have our cold lands been blighted by that canker In the Southwest's academy tribe. (Canker? Really? Over the top don't you think?)
We drink the life blood of Mother Russia! We toast the vodka which warms our hearts. (Like he has one)
Our armies will march through their villages! Will grind meal from their bones! Will repopulate with their women! And use all their kitchenware to make more VODKA! (As if he hasn't already had too much)
Its mighty wings spread above us
The Russian eagle is hovering high
The Motherland’s tricolor symbol
Is leading Russia’s peoples to victory
Russian Federation National Anthem
(Disclaimer: The drunken Russian fool plied me with vodka until I agreed to declare war for him. Our Tribes are, except for his lazy backside, quite well separated and there will be almost no direct conflict as a result of this declaration. We will paint funny pictures on the Iron curtain. We will write moving patriotic speeches and we will blather about the might of our armies while staring at each other across a wide gulf. Fear us! We're impotent!)
And the first operation: The Vokda Gambit
Two daring attacks timed carefully to land on separate villages at what looks like similar times to a drunken Russian.
A normal attack but for the application of copious amounts of Vodka.
Not even the sender knows which attack is real. His inebriated state prevents him from realizing he could just LOOK AT THE COMMANDS PAGE.
How does the enemy react? They stare into his bloodshot eyes. The feint to one village, then the other. But they can find no tell as he weaves drunkenly.
Do they stack their new captures? Do they stay in the fortifications of the old?
Real or fake. Russian roulette. . .
(As an interesting aside, Russian roulette used to be less dangerous. Imperfect workmanship meant that the weight of the bullet naturally caused the chamber with the live round to drop to the bottom of the gun so it would be relatively rare that the gun would discharge. Modern technology has done away with that problem and today people shoot themselves with far greater regularity)
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