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Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
I detect a sly attempt to reach the 6000 post milestone more quickly
You play how you want to. I'll play how I want to.
That's not how I play the Forum Game. My criterion is the number of pips per post. That means I need to strategically place a carefully-crafted post in a thread where it can generate the most number of reps for its size.
I'm currently just in front of CaptainKremmen, but I have to watch my number of posts, especially posts like this, which reveals my tactics and can cost me reps in the future.
I detect a sly attempt to reach the 6000 post milestone more quickly
That's not how I play the Forum Game. My criterion is the number of pips per post. That means I need to strategically place a carefully-crafted post in a thread where it can generate the most number of reps for its size.
I'm currently just in front of CaptainKremmen, but I have to watch my number of posts, especially posts like this, which reveals my tactics and can cost me reps in the future.
And I'll just place any ol' tripe, but because I'm so damn lovable, I land lots of rep anyway.
Oh, look. This one already has +2 and I haven't hit POST QUICK REPLY yet!
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
Opening negotiations.
The building's facade was a copy of an old style, itself a copied from an ancient Terran culture. Ornate carvings atop columns guarded the entrance. The doors were modern though and irised open for them.
Inside the decor was simpler, richly but subtly coloured, absorbing sound as they walked across the deep carpet.
They were guided through the foyer and led to a set of rooms off to one side of the restaurant.
Doors swung open to reveal an exclusive dining room.
Their host rose, "How nice of you to accept my invitation".
"How could we possibly refuse, Don Antonaci?"
The building's facade was a copy of an old style, itself a copied from an ancient Terran culture. Ornate carvings atop columns guarded the entrance. The doors were modern though and irised open for them.
Inside the decor was simpler, richly but subtly coloured, absorbing sound as they walked across the deep carpet.
They were guided through the foyer and led to a set of rooms off to one side of the restaurant.
Doors swung open to reveal an exclusive dining room.
Their host rose, "How nice of you to accept my invitation".
"How could we possibly refuse, Don Antonaci?"
Old Age and Treachery will Overcome Youth and Enthusiasm
With the pirates out fighting for control of Wolf 359, the Hutton Orbital Truckers' "Catering and Special Ops Team" landed at Powell High and made a beeline for their pirate bar, "The Ample Booty". Convincing the barkeep that the CODE actually requested catering took some credits, ale, and food.
Commander Vingtetun looked around at the spread and nodded approvingly, "Alien, deliver the message."
Alien nodded and was soon in the conflict zone flying a neutral Hauler. Commander Deathlock, scourge of the skies and precocious pirate received the electronic invitation.
Hours later, pirates were mass locked around the toilets, admitting defeat.
With the pirates out fighting for control of Wolf 359, the Hutton Orbital Truckers' "Catering and Special Ops Team" landed at Powell High and made a beeline for their pirate bar, "The Ample Booty". Convincing the barkeep that the CODE actually requested catering took some credits, ale, and food.
Commander Vingtetun looked around at the spread and nodded approvingly, "Alien, deliver the message."
Alien nodded and was soon in the conflict zone flying a neutral Hauler. Commander Deathlock, scourge of the skies and precocious pirate received the electronic invitation.
Hours later, pirates were mass locked around the toilets, admitting defeat.
Planetary Landings
He stared down at the landscape from his vantage point atop a high cliff. The trees and river looked shrunken. The low-hanging mist gave the panorama an ethereal quality. He had friends who had jumped from here before. He could hear their voices now, "Come on! Do it. Just step off the ledge."
Off he stepped. He felt the wind whistle upwards, but he was so far from the ground he couldn't sense the speed of his fall. He stretched out his fabric wings to catch the updraft. With a few flaps he rose up to where his friends floated.
He stared down at the landscape from his vantage point atop a high cliff. The trees and river looked shrunken. The low-hanging mist gave the panorama an ethereal quality. He had friends who had jumped from here before. He could hear their voices now, "Come on! Do it. Just step off the ledge."
Off he stepped. He felt the wind whistle upwards, but he was so far from the ground he couldn't sense the speed of his fall. He stretched out his fabric wings to catch the updraft. With a few flaps he rose up to where his friends floated.
Drinks with the senator?
"You are cordially invited..."
The invite was certainly impressive, gold trimmed and decorated in that artsy fashion that screamed "RICH IMPERIAL!".
The hand delivery by an imperial slave was an impressive touch, considering that Borasetani was in alliance space, quite a way from even the edges of imperial control.
He was certainly surprised though, considering that business with Viscount Gray a while ago.
"Officially, you'll be a fugitive" Patreus had said to him, "Unofficially, we're glad that you iced that paedo."
First dibs on the Viscount's clipper wasn't something to sneeze at, reward wise.
Still, *cordially* invited, sounds rather... alcoholic.
"You are cordially invited..."
The invite was certainly impressive, gold trimmed and decorated in that artsy fashion that screamed "RICH IMPERIAL!".
The hand delivery by an imperial slave was an impressive touch, considering that Borasetani was in alliance space, quite a way from even the edges of imperial control.
He was certainly surprised though, considering that business with Viscount Gray a while ago.
"Officially, you'll be a fugitive" Patreus had said to him, "Unofficially, we're glad that you iced that paedo."
First dibs on the Viscount's clipper wasn't something to sneeze at, reward wise.
Still, *cordially* invited, sounds rather... alcoholic.
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Revenge is a dish best served cold
Reading her Vulture's HUD, Rapier mouthed the seductive words as if savouring spoonfuls of Wicklebeet, a chilled delicacy now extinct just like her homeworld. Thoughts of her home massacred clouded her mood and she spat. "Who do they think I am, some filthy assassin desperate for coin?"
The comms crackled open and a chorus of voices sang aloud, "Commander Rapier, we know you are there, she who dare; we know who you are, death from afar."
"Damn those minstrel monks" cursed the huntress.
"Proposition for you, shoot fast and true"
"What's your offer?" Rapier sighed resignedly.
"A treat, revenge Wicklebeet..."
Reading her Vulture's HUD, Rapier mouthed the seductive words as if savouring spoonfuls of Wicklebeet, a chilled delicacy now extinct just like her homeworld. Thoughts of her home massacred clouded her mood and she spat. "Who do they think I am, some filthy assassin desperate for coin?"
The comms crackled open and a chorus of voices sang aloud, "Commander Rapier, we know you are there, she who dare; we know who you are, death from afar."
"Damn those minstrel monks" cursed the huntress.
"Proposition for you, shoot fast and true"
"What's your offer?" Rapier sighed resignedly.
"A treat, revenge Wicklebeet..."
You are cordially invited to an ultimate night. For one commander at least anyway.
The nav-beacon took the Cobra directly to the final space, completing the circle of 12.
The coms sparked to life.
"You all came, good, good".
The voice was cold, sinister and welshish.
something *popped* in the console, smoke. Engines offline.
"You will find your ships are not going anywhere soon so listen"
"One of you betrayed me"
*pop* - shields offline.
"It will only take 2 shots to destroy your ship"
*POP* - everything offline - no! - coms online - weapons charging in 5 minutes.
"I suggest you use the next 5 minutes to work out whose guilty. You each will have 1 shot."
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The nav-beacon took the Cobra directly to the final space, completing the circle of 12.
The coms sparked to life.
"You all came, good, good".
The voice was cold, sinister and welshish.
something *popped* in the console, smoke. Engines offline.
"You will find your ships are not going anywhere soon so listen"
"One of you betrayed me"
*pop* - shields offline.
"It will only take 2 shots to destroy your ship"
*POP* - everything offline - no! - coms online - weapons charging in 5 minutes.
"I suggest you use the next 5 minutes to work out whose guilty. You each will have 1 shot."
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Still not well? nevermind. Its the taking part thats important *cough*boolsheet*
I'm back to full pips to systems.
Well full pips to something anyway!
Edit: Simoof your drabble doesn't make any sense! For one thing you mention the Welsh but no sheep
Well full pips to something anyway!
Edit: Simoof your drabble doesn't make any sense! For one thing you mention the Welsh but no sheep
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Especially for You
Commander, may we express out thanks for your choice of ship from the shipyards of Faulcon DeLacy.
As a valued customer we would like to invite you to a special event where you will have the opportunity to view latest addition to our range of vehicles, the awesome new Viper Mk IV.
Additionally you will be able to order from our new range of paint jobs to customise your current vehicle and as a special thank you we will give you the chance to win an exclusive bobblehead.
To unsubscribe from these marketing messages simply activate your spacecrafts auto destruct.
Commander, may we express out thanks for your choice of ship from the shipyards of Faulcon DeLacy.
As a valued customer we would like to invite you to a special event where you will have the opportunity to view latest addition to our range of vehicles, the awesome new Viper Mk IV.
Additionally you will be able to order from our new range of paint jobs to customise your current vehicle and as a special thank you we will give you the chance to win an exclusive bobblehead.
To unsubscribe from these marketing messages simply activate your spacecrafts auto destruct.
Not a bad crop for the first two days
01 - Ian Phillips - Opening negotiations.
02 - Erik Marcaigh - Old Age and Treachery will Overcome Youth and Enthusiasm
03 - Frank - Planetary Landings
04 - moose666 - Drinks with the senator?
05 - Galactic Midden - Revenge is a dish best served cold
06 - Simoof - You are cordially invited to an ultimate night. For one commander at least anyway.
07 - cleonymus - Especially for You
But we have a lot of slots still left to fill. This is an open invitation to all you viewers out there. Come on and show us yer Drabbles! A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words, set in the Elite universe. The title does not form part of that 100 word count. Every week has its own topic. This week that topic is "The Invitation"
If you want to take part just post your Drabble onto this thread. Just make sure you do it before there's 20 entries. The deadline is Thursday night. That's when I post a new thread that lets you vote on everyone else's Drabble.
01 - Ian Phillips - Opening negotiations.
02 - Erik Marcaigh - Old Age and Treachery will Overcome Youth and Enthusiasm
03 - Frank - Planetary Landings
04 - moose666 - Drinks with the senator?
05 - Galactic Midden - Revenge is a dish best served cold
06 - Simoof - You are cordially invited to an ultimate night. For one commander at least anyway.
07 - cleonymus - Especially for You
But we have a lot of slots still left to fill. This is an open invitation to all you viewers out there. Come on and show us yer Drabbles! A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words, set in the Elite universe. The title does not form part of that 100 word count. Every week has its own topic. This week that topic is "The Invitation"
If you want to take part just post your Drabble onto this thread. Just make sure you do it before there's 20 entries. The deadline is Thursday night. That's when I post a new thread that lets you vote on everyone else's Drabble.
50 Shades of Drabble - The Invitation
Well, what could I say? An invitation like this just held me for a few moments, heavy breathing, how could I turn this down? It got me excited, beyond my wildest dreams, it tantalised my senses and made me yearn for what it could offer.
The offer was so strong, the words used were so descriptive, so intimate, I couldn’t believe my luck, this was my chance, I never knew I could get this kind of interaction so deep.... into space.
I only had one chance to take this, but alas it cut me off before I could finish bulletin….
Well, what could I say? An invitation like this just held me for a few moments, heavy breathing, how could I turn this down? It got me excited, beyond my wildest dreams, it tantalised my senses and made me yearn for what it could offer.
The offer was so strong, the words used were so descriptive, so intimate, I couldn’t believe my luck, this was my chance, I never knew I could get this kind of interaction so deep.... into space.
I only had one chance to take this, but alas it cut me off before I could finish bulletin….
Oh dear. I know what you are doing.
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Lithe, sweat-covered dancers dressed in body glitter and sunglasses gyrate in the background while our host enters from screen right.
"Hey Commanders! Do you like to party? Then grab some meat and haul your Asp down to Bacon City in Carnoeck! The party's wild and you're all invited! Bring your meat to Bacon City now!"
The preceding advert was paid for by the Carnoeck Party Party, reasonable prices paid for all goods delivered, party may be over by the time you receive this message, please deliver all illicit cargo to Osgood's Perfectly Legal Emporium, third on the right before customs.
Lithe, sweat-covered dancers dressed in body glitter and sunglasses gyrate in the background while our host enters from screen right.
"Hey Commanders! Do you like to party? Then grab some meat and haul your Asp down to Bacon City in Carnoeck! The party's wild and you're all invited! Bring your meat to Bacon City now!"
The preceding advert was paid for by the Carnoeck Party Party, reasonable prices paid for all goods delivered, party may be over by the time you receive this message, please deliver all illicit cargo to Osgood's Perfectly Legal Emporium, third on the right before customs.
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That's a great debut Drabble Hober_Mallow. That should be like a red rag to all those potential new Drabblers out there. Come on! It's a lot better to have more than one newcomer to the game. It's fun for us to watch them battle it out.
Do you think you can write anything better than Hober_Mallow? You've got until Thursday night to find out.
Do you think you can write anything better than Hober_Mallow? You've got until Thursday night to find out.
If You Think You've Got Anything Better To Do - Forget It
Time is short and soon your existence will be at an end.
Gone.
Truly, totally and absolutely, gone.
All strife ultimately rendered futile by the inescapable fact that the fuels powering the suns will eventually be consumed and they, like all life, will have to bow to the inevitability of death’s cold embrace.
If this hits your buttons or you’re just bi-curious, come on down to Club Margarita Level 3, this Friday 8pm, for the 10th Annual Nihilist Society mixer evening. Bowling, Wet Shroud Competition. 2-4-1 Cocktails and much, much more.
Girls drink free ‘til 10pm.
R.S.V.P.
G Reaper (allexistenceisfutile@gmail.cmo)
Time is short and soon your existence will be at an end.
Gone.
Truly, totally and absolutely, gone.
All strife ultimately rendered futile by the inescapable fact that the fuels powering the suns will eventually be consumed and they, like all life, will have to bow to the inevitability of death’s cold embrace.
If this hits your buttons or you’re just bi-curious, come on down to Club Margarita Level 3, this Friday 8pm, for the 10th Annual Nihilist Society mixer evening. Bowling, Wet Shroud Competition. 2-4-1 Cocktails and much, much more.
Girls drink free ‘til 10pm.
R.S.V.P.
G Reaper (allexistenceisfutile@gmail.cmo)
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Goose4291
Banned
The Start of the Golden Age
“The Senate itself had been in debate for less than a day before coming to its decision, with the traditionalists, comprising of an unlikely coalition of the Chancellor Blaine, Senators Patreus, Torval and their supporters, sweeping away the opposition from the radical reformers who’s political dreams were focused on the Princess Aisling, her blue haired entourage loud and uncouth in the most hallowed halls of government as they waited for the result.
When the moment came, Senator Lavigny-Duval gracefully accepted the invitation of the Sentate and assumed her birthright.”
From ‘The Chronicle of Emperor Arissa Lavigny-Duval’ by the Scriba Dejunus
“The Senate itself had been in debate for less than a day before coming to its decision, with the traditionalists, comprising of an unlikely coalition of the Chancellor Blaine, Senators Patreus, Torval and their supporters, sweeping away the opposition from the radical reformers who’s political dreams were focused on the Princess Aisling, her blue haired entourage loud and uncouth in the most hallowed halls of government as they waited for the result.
When the moment came, Senator Lavigny-Duval gracefully accepted the invitation of the Sentate and assumed her birthright.”
From ‘The Chronicle of Emperor Arissa Lavigny-Duval’ by the Scriba Dejunus
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