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The 6th of September has been a date many will remember for various reasons. Back in 1492 Christopher Columbus sailed from the Canary islands to make his journey over the atlantic ocean on this very date. In 1968 the great country of Swaziland became independant.
Likewise the South Africans upon this very date declared war on Germany in 1939, some historians now claim that it was because of this, just a few days after his own war declaration, Hitler realized he was about to be defeated.
2020 something equally important occur, a long time ally lets PMS know that they are no longer worth the diplomatic ties that has been valued above all else in PMS camp for a very long time. PMS has even fought long range wars to be able to keep the friendship going; to the frustration of many PMS players and it has caused us to become a w.112 laughing stock. (Something that of course was bound to happen sooner or later considering its leadership)
The clock is 18.00, Mastah finds that it is almost time for supper, yet the postman hasn't come today. Something strange is happening, he is usually not this late. The mail finally comes, the clock is 18.55, the mail is from old friend Cid, who has been away for some time. Excited to finally hear back from his old friend Mastah rushes to open the mail only to find himself starring at what by all accounts is the end of their relationship. Cid lets him know that he has 48 hours. Even though it is not explicitly told, he realize that the Spanish inquisition is probably going to be at his doorstep very soon. Panic, chaos, disruption. A rush of emotions runs through his body. Checking back I realize that it is that time of the month again. Last month it was the 8th, Bond recalls that was when we got into the last war. It is only the 6th now though, but Mastah remember the doctors' words: "It is not always the same date each month."
A leader who has his mental faculties clouded by emotions, unable to think clearly. No defensive war experience, chaos in the PMS camp is inevitable.
By September 9th the chaos is still mostly internal within most PMS players. Jesse has found yet another Jägermeister bottle, galahad2b quits "World of Tanks", Walk With Me begins to take daily runs. Bond even hands in his resignation letter to his employer. Now he has 24 hours per day to designate to the game, everthing should be fine now. He comes home to tell the joyful news to his wife, angry: she screams at him.
"How are we going to survive? What have you done Bond?"
Shit, he knew that he had forgotten something, this isn't good. She is not going to be easy on him when she finds out.
Endlessdark is meticolous. Can he hide this from her? The current PP is only going to last about 2 month into this war.
"Idiot" he thought to himself, you knew that tribalwars today require a stable income. He excused himself to his wife and rushed to the bathroom. While in there he started to think more clearly. Maybe the spanish wasn't going to attack? He came to think that he hasn't really seen any nuke incs yet. Maybe he could get a temp job and get one month worth of PP into the account before shit hits the fan.
When he got out of the bathroom he found Zenato outside speaking to his wife about their bed. He didn't think much about it, it was evening and that was standard routine at the Bond household, Zenato has a busy dayjob and he was fixing their bed for free so evenings was the only time it worked for him. Usually Bond worked nights anyway so it didn't really matter, he considered himself lucky to have such a noble friend that took time out of his busy schedule to aid him. The squeaky leg hadn't been fixed though but he wasn't the guy to complain about a friend not doing his job properly. But it had been 6 months....
Suddenly his wife yelled at him to go out and get some orange juice, she just craved some. He knew it was pointless to argue so out he went, "good luck" he said to Zenato, while Zen moved in to the bedroom to begin his job. Out the door Bond kept thinking about what Zenato had told him the day before. Zenato had a different view on what the Spanish might do, he had told Bond that they had 2 choices they could make before a possible war with PMS, one obvious and one unlikely, and both would delay them for some time.
Bond an avid Uno player himself knew that it is a lot of fun to sit with many cards on his hand, and maybe their uno game would take long enough for him to secure a temp job to get enough PP for his account...
Driving into the night, looking up at the full moon he knew that there were some interesting times ahead no doubt...
Good luck all!
(We're still waiting for an in game war declaration though)
Cred for images: Zenato
Likewise the South Africans upon this very date declared war on Germany in 1939, some historians now claim that it was because of this, just a few days after his own war declaration, Hitler realized he was about to be defeated.
2020 something equally important occur, a long time ally lets PMS know that they are no longer worth the diplomatic ties that has been valued above all else in PMS camp for a very long time. PMS has even fought long range wars to be able to keep the friendship going; to the frustration of many PMS players and it has caused us to become a w.112 laughing stock. (Something that of course was bound to happen sooner or later considering its leadership)
The clock is 18.00, Mastah finds that it is almost time for supper, yet the postman hasn't come today. Something strange is happening, he is usually not this late. The mail finally comes, the clock is 18.55, the mail is from old friend Cid, who has been away for some time. Excited to finally hear back from his old friend Mastah rushes to open the mail only to find himself starring at what by all accounts is the end of their relationship. Cid lets him know that he has 48 hours. Even though it is not explicitly told, he realize that the Spanish inquisition is probably going to be at his doorstep very soon. Panic, chaos, disruption. A rush of emotions runs through his body. Checking back I realize that it is that time of the month again. Last month it was the 8th, Bond recalls that was when we got into the last war. It is only the 6th now though, but Mastah remember the doctors' words: "It is not always the same date each month."
A leader who has his mental faculties clouded by emotions, unable to think clearly. No defensive war experience, chaos in the PMS camp is inevitable.
By September 9th the chaos is still mostly internal within most PMS players. Jesse has found yet another Jägermeister bottle, galahad2b quits "World of Tanks", Walk With Me begins to take daily runs. Bond even hands in his resignation letter to his employer. Now he has 24 hours per day to designate to the game, everthing should be fine now. He comes home to tell the joyful news to his wife, angry: she screams at him.
"How are we going to survive? What have you done Bond?"
Shit, he knew that he had forgotten something, this isn't good. She is not going to be easy on him when she finds out.
Endlessdark is meticolous. Can he hide this from her? The current PP is only going to last about 2 month into this war.
"Idiot" he thought to himself, you knew that tribalwars today require a stable income. He excused himself to his wife and rushed to the bathroom. While in there he started to think more clearly. Maybe the spanish wasn't going to attack? He came to think that he hasn't really seen any nuke incs yet. Maybe he could get a temp job and get one month worth of PP into the account before shit hits the fan.
When he got out of the bathroom he found Zenato outside speaking to his wife about their bed. He didn't think much about it, it was evening and that was standard routine at the Bond household, Zenato has a busy dayjob and he was fixing their bed for free so evenings was the only time it worked for him. Usually Bond worked nights anyway so it didn't really matter, he considered himself lucky to have such a noble friend that took time out of his busy schedule to aid him. The squeaky leg hadn't been fixed though but he wasn't the guy to complain about a friend not doing his job properly. But it had been 6 months....
Suddenly his wife yelled at him to go out and get some orange juice, she just craved some. He knew it was pointless to argue so out he went, "good luck" he said to Zenato, while Zen moved in to the bedroom to begin his job. Out the door Bond kept thinking about what Zenato had told him the day before. Zenato had a different view on what the Spanish might do, he had told Bond that they had 2 choices they could make before a possible war with PMS, one obvious and one unlikely, and both would delay them for some time.
Bond an avid Uno player himself knew that it is a lot of fun to sit with many cards on his hand, and maybe their uno game would take long enough for him to secure a temp job to get enough PP for his account...
Driving into the night, looking up at the full moon he knew that there were some interesting times ahead no doubt...
Good luck all!
(We're still waiting for an in game war declaration though)
Cred for images: Zenato
