Natalya wrote:What's that? I can't hear you over the sound of how banned you are.
Tzan wrote:Semaj Nagirrac wrote:Well, I took some land without checking if it was owned by a faction or not. I'm not going to be banned, am I? I can destroy everything if need be.
That's what Hitler said,
stubby wrote:omg noob, balrogs are maiars too, don't you know anything
Keldoclock wrote:Anyways, holy shit Xenoman, you have some fucking issues with dapper gentlemen.
Tzan wrote:Quantumsurfer wrote:I generally agree with TzanWarhead wrote:I agree with QuantumSmurfer.
I agree with Warhead.
Keldoclock wrote:I've had a dream of my current girlfriend giving me head.
Sometimes dreams don't come true .
Keldoclock wrote:I've had a dream of my current girlfriend giving me head.
Sometimes dreams don't come true .
Anyways, holy shit Xenoman, you have some fucking issues with dapper gentlemen.
For the last two days I have been up at my inlaws farm, chopping down trees and doing handiwork to help before autumn/winter well and truly hits. In the course of this - I exhausted myself and went into a 14 hour sleep, uninterrupted until I woke up this afternoon.
The course of this dream is pure /tg/brikwars bonerfuel in my opinion - and I want to see/hear what else could be done to this "dream"/setting to turn it into some form of tabletop wargame or RPG.
So - here is my 14 hour dream of doom, do with it as you will.
Mankind suffers some kind of (nuclear?) apocalypse
World in apparent ruins
Next few years spent trying to rebuild broken Earth as food and water fail
Then – massive shimmering/glowing portals appear around the world at various civilian and military outposts and towns
Survivors compelled to travel through portals in their droves by some kind of unseen force, taking as many tools with them to survive whatever lies on other side, civilians taking things like luxury goods – the British and French taking as much foodstuffs and farming tools as they can, the Russians and Indians loaded up on as much military kit as they could drag through the portals. The Chinese take as many bulldozers and construction related vehicles/tools/materials as they can gather in one go.
World on other side is a massive, alien plains filled with plants akin to wheat – sky above is alien, with three moons visible in daylight sky and two distant suns.
In horizon is a massive (1km tall, .5km wide) white, shining tower – immediately visible from arrival point.
Newcomers head to tower – taking 2/3 days to reach the massive construction.
Tower is in fact, a massive – living, alien tree – hollow on the inside.
Tree is capable of pure photosynthesis – and naturally transmits energy (electricity, radio and microwaves) from itself – charging Earth-brought technology. Tree is capable of massive, triggered growth and changes to its internal structure – the entire thing seems to have been designed as a biological Arcology, ready for humans to move into.
Humans move into Acology, setting out residential, industrial, military and scientific zones and begin irrigation and agricultural operations for a permanent city within the Arcolo-tree.
World is named “Hope”
5 years later, Human population is booming and successful – new biological technologies from the “tree” worked into almost all human technologies – living computers with biological wireless transmission – perfect solar power, living LADAR cells and laser transmission/receivers for long range communications – first hover vehicles and quantum computers are developed.
Explorers on Hope discover first signs of life beyond humans – remains of another bipedal civilisation, long fossilized in the soil – no visible signs of technology with them, no visible cues as to their deaths.
Evidence leans towards the theory that the Arcolo-tree was genetically designed by the race of whom the skeletal remains where found – no evidence can be found to prove this however.
Explorers build first townships beyond the Arcolo-tree, despite having enough room within to comfortably house a good couple of million people – plans for long term colonisation demand expansion beyond their original city.
A year later – the first of the developed townships is attacked during the night – the few reports that are made are vague, the entire population seem to have been ripped to shreds by machines of unknown manufacture during the night.
By the time a military force arrives, no sign of the remains or the attackers can be found, and half the camp seems to have been scavenged by an unseen force.
Within a week the same happens to another township – far closer to the Arcolo-tree – military forces manage to fight back and down some of the alien machines, armed with multiple ripping, shredding and tearing weapons – they are utterly unknown and designed for close and bloody warfare.
The citizens of Hope gear themselves for warfare against the machines.
Limited success is had in hacking into the machines memory – mostly corrupted systems lead back to a base within 50km of the Arcolo-tree, and a force is put together to scout out and assault what is assumed to be the machines base.
The assault is made, and after a long and bloody fight the machines are beaten back to what seems to be a massive underground entrance to their base – human troops head inside.
Human troops hit what seems to look like the central cpu and downloaded its contents, before abandoning the base and detonating one of the five nuclear warheads the Chinese military had brought with them, utterly destroying the base.
Days later – the machine code is cracked – and its contents divulged.
The planet is a testing grounds, and is roughly the size of Jupiter, it is also partially artificial in nature, it is covered in hundreds, if not – thousands of these “Arcolo-trees” each with an opposing nearby machine base – not only this – but the events that had brought them to this point have been repeating for thousands of years.
Thousands of HUMAN occupied planets have been destroyed and sampled in this way – each time humans from planets across the galaxy had been seeded, evolved and targeted by the machines, brought to this world by portals and then directed towards a waiting Arcolo-tree, allowed to grow and spread, before their “challengers” – the machines awoke to wipe them out.
Thousands of these records, civilisations of humans from across known and unknown spaces, divergent evolutions and technologies, all stored and catalogued by the machines after the civilisations destruction.
And mankind from Earth was the first to ever find this out.
There are also other groups – still active and either building towards their destruction, or in the midst of their war against the machine on the planet right now – cut off from communications by either extreme distance or deliberate and advanced jamming techniques
The Shadowscythe wrote:Last night I had a dream where I was hanging over brikwhore's shoulder as she gave civilization III another try (as she had owned it for years but never really played it).
It had gone on for a while, eventually reaching the industrial revolution and sparking another age of expansionism, on the hunt for new lands she discovered a donut style continent that had been utterly untouched, she expanded to thus snow ridden ring of land around what looked like a central massive mountain range.
Until we found a way in, so with me over her shoulder we started to explore, finding vast lakes of both water and lava (for those in the know, lava has never existed in any civ game) and it slowly started turning into a game of minecraft - leading a vast convoy of men, animals, tracked crawler vehicles and supplies through a dangerous valley of un-natural proportions.
In the middle of this valley? A vast artificial, hexagonal sea that filled the inside of the "donut" that hid under its surface an enormous city made out of linking tube of genetically engineered coral and living glass, filled with buildings, cars and silence. Every single tube was empty, enough space to house thousands - buildings, parks, roads, all powered and ready for life. All empty.
Beneath this however, was a massive shipyard - with hundreds of spaceships in storage, sunk underneath the water. An entire fleet of ships that looked like something out of Homeworld, just powered down and waiting for someone to turn them back on like Bonn-o-Tron.
At this point I was woken up by Bridget wanting her night time bottle, but this has ended up stuck in my brain for hours. Dafuq?
DeltaV wrote:Caw caw motherfucker.
Vami's Dream wrote:I was in the frigid, fogged woods of Northern Europe. It had to be Germany or the Nordics. It was after World War 2, sometime between 1946-1950. I know this because I was a former Nazi German panzer commander, bogged down in these woods with about 500 scared, angry Norwegians, Germans, and (perhaps former) Soviets. We were armed with WWII and Post WWII Russian and German weapons. We had dug trenches, foxholes, and pill boxes, and had just 2 rusted Panzer Mk. Vs that we had dug up from the bog to use in the coming battle.
Oh yes. This is where the dream went all Joss Wheaton / Hellsing on me. We were former Nazi and Soviets, and we had made the mistake of exploring an ancient castle. I don't know where, but I do know it was somewhere in between Munich, Germany and St. Petersburg, Russia. We had, unknowingly, awakened a *drumroll* a ancient Vampire. I did not, do not know his name, but I do know that I and a guy called Ivan were the only two people who escaped alive. We immediately returned to the town we began that journey from. But we were followed. The whole town has massacred in the night, as the vampire--The Baron's undead fell upon it. I rallied my men to it's defense, but it was hopeless. I held the Mayor was he died. He gave me one task: protect his daughter from the Baron. He died before he could explain beyond the fact that she was his daughter.
We took her and ran. Ran all the way to this damned swamp.
Watching above the swamp, I saw him. His skin, like his zombie minions, was a pale grey. The orange orbs that were is eyes glared at our desperate earthworks, and these glares were accompanied by terrifying growls and snarls of hatred. He spoke in a tongue none of us knew, it was guttural and frightening, but thankfully, he only did so rarely. I was scared; terrified. But I was also angry. I had my troops wait until they could clearly see the glow of our foe's eyes through the fog before shooting. This led to one of the worst part of the night: The waiting.
We could hear them, clacking and groaning. We knew they were there. But we could not see them. I threw a flare in a random direction, but to no avail; it was greeted by an unearthly groan as one of the zombies caught fire and burned up. We all held their breath. Minutes seemed like hours as we waited for their harsh, dead (but still glowing) eyes. When we did see them, that's when shit hit the fan. Everyone lost their shit. The Undead, on foot, or Nightmares (Undead, Skeletal horses).
The charge began.
It was then we saw them. The shambling corpses of our former comrades and brothers in arms, their uniforms ripped and stained in blood. Blood stained their faces, and their eyes glowed a bright blue. The men wretched. The much older Medieval warriors and peasants also filled their ranks. Armed skeletons shambled and creaked distantly in the bog. We were surrounded. We knew we were. We had nothing to lose.
The night's tranquil night shattered into the sharp cracks of gunfire, the steady beat of the MG-42s sending hot lead re-death into the hordes of undead. But is was not enough. They crawled over mountains of bones and corpses as their master laughed at our horror from on high. As my men lost their shit, I only grew more pissed. I ordered my Panzer out of hiding, and we started rolling towards the frontlines. I personally called out targets, which were soon erased from existence by German shells. It as then that I remembered the mayor's daughter inside our tank.
The Baron sensed her as well. He acted-How else to demoralize me than this? I saw him move, but he moved like a lighting bolt. My pistol's bullets didn't even come close. It was only when he landed on my tank, when the battle was falling aprt, could I truly see him. He landed on the tank's turret, and shook it like a toy. He stared face-to-face. I shouted, climbed out, and swung. He dodged instantly, and put his elbow in between my shoulder blades. All the air in my body left me as I fell on the tank. He grabbed the back of my uniform's collar, and sent me flying off the tank and into the mud. He placed his hand on the hatch then, and turned to me. His shape resembled a lion staring down a helpless Gazelle. He did not anticipate the bullet that grazed his hand. He snarled, and spoke to me. I could not understand, and then he violently ripped open the tank, crawled inside, shut the hatch, and the only sounds that drifted out was screaming.
I screamed, and ran to the tank. I was stopped when the Baron's fist exploded out the side of the tank, stained in blood. The girl's haggard breath was clearly audible, before the Baron grabbed her. But, he did not kill her. He instead ripped open the top of the gun, and flew off. I was pissed. But, I had to get my men (or what was left of them) out of there. And fast. The battle was a lost cause. I pulled everyone I could (about 12), and called out my reserve Panzer, and we got the shit out of there. All 16 people left of 500. I swore against vengeance the Baron.
Tzan wrote:Vami_IV wrote:Rules:
You must use only medieval pieces.
The Lego briks must have been manufactured between the 5th to the 15th century.
Semaj Nagirrac wrote:Long range missiles and drone strikes? Son, I'm Semaj Nagirrac. 'Nuff said.
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