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   | The Olympia Times                                         issue g2-2 |
   | Februrary 26, 1997                                                   |
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   | turn 2  144 players                              http://www.pbm.com/ |

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Welcome, everyone, to Olympia game G2.

I apologize for running the turn a day late -- the rules mistakenly said the turns were run on Wednesdays, so I didn't want to unpleasantly surprise anyone. Note that Olympia G2's order deadline is Tuesday at 6:00pm EST (22:00 UT). Next week's turn will be run at the normal time on Tuesday.

Have fun and enjoy the game.

-- Gamemaster [200]

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-- Gamemaster [200]

Greetings all.

We have a new world before us. This unknown, unexplored land mass is just waiting for someone to find all it has in store.

We, The Travelers, are attempting to map this large world, but we can not do it alone. If you would be willing to donate the land portions of your turn to our efforts, we will be collecting that data and sending out maps to our contributitors. ( Meaning: If you help us, we'll help you )

We also collect land claims and lore information.

Send us mail: hc8@g2.pbm.com!

-- The Travelers [hc8]

Went to see the captain strangest I could find Laid my proposition down Laid it on the line; I won't slave for beggars' pay likewise gold and jewels but I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools

Ship of fools on a cruel sea Ship of fools sail away from me

The bottles stand as empty as they were filled before Time there was and plenty but from that cup no more Though I could not caution all I yet may warn a few: Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools

Ship of fools on a cruel sea Ship of fools R. Hunter/J. Garcia

-- Lords of MorningWood [jx8]

Greetings from the Lost Magi. I, Luan Learner, seek to speak to all and sundry. I have much to learn, and I seek to harm none. However, if you attack me, I will put aside my persuits to respond.

-- Lost Magi [qb2]

>From the diary of Oswald Vingt:

I have arrived in this strange world of Olympia, in the northern city of Greyfell. I find the natives to be a superstitious and ignorant lot, ripe for the scientific teachings of the Technologists. Perhaps we can lend some of our knowledge and understanding to the world, and dispel these myths of "Magic".

I am startled to discover that the natives do not even know the size of their own continent; let us use the power of science to deduce the extent of Provinia. For the sake of ease, and because we do not know any better, let us assume that Provinia is shaped in the form of a perfect rectangle (we can adjust our assumptions later). From rumors that have sprung up, we can establish the corners of Provinia as:

Northeast: [bs10] Southwest: [dm78]

meaning the dimensions are 47 x 69, which is a total of 3243 provinces, or 32% of the entire surface of Olympia.

Based on crude "maps" (I hesitate to even call the sketches I have seen maps) of Provinia, I think we can assume the Provinia is in fact a bit smaller than an exact rectangle, but larger than a diamond with the same North, East, South, and West bounds. Therefore, we can safely say the Provinia takes between 16 and 32 percent of the total surface area of Olympia.

-- Oswald Vingt [4741]

Well, this is certainly interesting. There I was, just minding my own business, ruling the knownworld. When all of a sudden, I feel a odd pulling sensation and the next thing you know, I'm sitting here in this strange city, surrounded be people I've never seen before. Then this weird-looking guy with a little piece of paper that says "PRESS" stuck in his funny hat comes up to me and asks me to tell my story.

Anyways, I look forward to working with you all during the next few years, and I hope to none of you will have any hard feelings when I finally sit down in the Emporer's Throne in the new Chateau Olympique. Well, good day to you all.

-- Sarah Dragonsbane [3911]

Greetings Fellow Olympians. Once again, I'm Jack and these are my beans!

I was killed by an Orc [cc6n] a couple of months ago, don't you know. But I awoke to find myself here in this new world where the rules are slightly different. My life in Provinia was all just a bad dream.

I'm now in Harn, ready to bring all of you the best deals in the land on those hard-to-get items. If it's out there, I'll find it and sell it. If I can't find it, I'll buy it. Why? Because I'm Jack and these are my beans.

-- Jaques et ses Haricots [4682]

The Fratelli Falcone were detained by the local gendarmes in Rimmon, having thoroughly demolished a local coffee house. Elder brother Gianni Falcone was heard to exclaim on his way into the courthouse that "What this town needs is a good 1000 lira espresso. Un huomo can't drink the swill they call coffee in this town!"

-- Gianni Falcone [8705]

Greetings fellow explorers! Welcome to this new world. I seek to share information on the locations, skills, and market information of all the cities in this fine land. All interested in trading information contact me. Live peacefull and live long, live warlike and die young.

-- Bloodlust [6583]


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Don't Be Afraid, We're Here To Help

And the dark man laughed...

There is a Storm a brewing!!!!!!

The market square was a bog of mud, churned up by the passage of dozens of men. But neither that, nor the Snowmelt season rain that had only recently stopped, did much to dampen the activity within the city. Wagons and carts full of lumber continued to roll through the street, propelled as much by the curses and shouts of the drovers as by the large draft horses that strained to tear the wheels free from the clinging mud. Standing at the top of the market square, it was possible to see down the slope of the land to the harbor below, where scaffolding was already beginning to rise, harbringer of the ships that would soon be setting sail.

One noble out of the many hurrying about their business paused at the highest point in the square. Pushing back the cowl of the dark cloak he wore, he studied the harbor laid out before him. A second man, quite a few years older and heavily scarred, stopped beside him.

"Yer still ditermined ta' set a'sail right away." The second man rubbed a skull tattoo on the left side of his jaw absently as he spoke.

"That's right, old friend," the first man nodded. "I think it suits our plans a bit better to put a little distance between ourselves and the crowd for right now."

"Well, least we'll be doin' traveling now, an' done with it." He stepped out into the flow of traffic. "Let's find th' others, and get goin'".

The first man shook some of the mud off his cloak, and followed. "And so it begins again," he said, unheard over the noise of the city.

Study , study, study...all work and no play make homey a unhappy camper.

The GOO [Grand Olympian Oligarchy] welcomes you all. We hope we can have peace with everyone, but if not, we will be prepared for war. We represent a significant fraction of the crowd in Yellowleaf, so we do have the capability to defend ourselves.

The Answer Guy is back! Anyone in need of my services, just post a question in the rumors section of the Times.

The Answer Guy [a1a]

The Winds of Time blow from the west.

--- If I ever become an Evil Overlord: --- (A 23-Step Self-help Program by OOEOO) 1. My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear Plexiglas visors, not face-concealing ones. 2. My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl though. 3. My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon. 4. Shooting is not "too good" for my enemies. 5. The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. 6. I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them. 7. When the Rebel Leader challenges me to fight one-on-one and asks, "Or are you afraid without your armies to back you up?", my reply will be: "No, just sensible." 8. When I've captured my main adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No", and shoot him. 9. After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out 10. I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labeled "Danger: Do Not Push." 11. I will not order my trusted lieutenant to kill the infant who is destined to overthrow me, I'll do it myself. 12. I will not interrogate my enemies in my inner sanctum, a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well. 13. I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore, I will feel no need to prove it by leaving clues in the form of riddles or by leaving my weaker enemies alive to show that they pose no threat. 14. I will not waste time making my enemy's death look like an accident: I'm not accountable to anyone and my other enemies won't believe it. 15. I will make it clear that I _do_ know the meaning of the word "mercy": I simply choose not to show them any. 16. One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation. 17. All slain enemies will be cremated, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of their deaths, as well as any sort of celebration, will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal. 18. My undercover agents will not have tattoos identifying them as part of my organization, nor will they be required to wear military boots, or adhere to any other dress codes. 19. The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, meal, cigarette, or any other form of "last request". 20. I will never employ any device with a digital countdown. If I find such a device absolutely unavoidable, I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation. 21. I will design all doomsday machines myself. If I must hire a mad scientist to help me, I will make sure that he is sufficiently twisted to never regret his evil ways & try to undo the damage he's caused. 22. I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one thing I want to know." 23. When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their advice.

A new world, a new challenge. This one would be harder than the last, she thought. Our numbers dwindled during The Long Darkness, and in this vast uncharted waste, discipline would be difficult. But victory would be that much sweeter. Turning her back to the sea, she faced the heartlands and walked with determined stride towards the center, towards power, towards her kingdom waiting to be born.

You can trust me, this time, honest.

There is only one true path, the path of death and decay. Lim-Dul

Is this on? [tap] [tap]

So we're off at last.

I would like to declare this game won by the AOO.

He knows of a cave, a cave which no man has entered. There is much danger, or beyond the cave lies the Gorge of Eternal Peril, which no man has ever crossed. Seek you the Bridge of Death.


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