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Spore: Creation Corner / The Krakatoa
« on: January 27, 2009, 08:53:16 am »
The probe found the raptor-like creature.  Could this be the one? he thought.  No... it will be A one. he realized as he proccessed the data further.   This one isn't uncontrollable, so I'll guide it...  The probe dropped a large metal cube on the ground in front of it.  The raptor-like creature looked at the cube in amazement.  The probe left, to its masters in a far-away galaxy...

Storytelling and Roleplaying / Let's Play World Domination
« on: January 13, 2009, 02:01:32 pm »
It's a modified version of Risk.  I'm looking for 7 players.
The territories are numbered.  There are 42 territories.  I'm looking for 7 players.  When joining, specify which six territories you want (the seventh player will obviously be left with the remaining ones).  You don't know what you're getting so just pick six random numbers between 1 and 42 that haven't been taken yet.
When I have seven players I'll specify the rules (note:this is not normal Risk.  The rules are very different.)
Detoxicated's territories:23 6 9 42 20 19
Kenotai's territories:40 39 7 22 18 31
Badgerman's territories:1 2 3 4 5 8
Summoner's territories:10 11 12 13 14 15
Munchkin5's territories:25 36 17 21 33 16
Josasa's territories:24 26 27 28 29 30

Storytelling and Roleplaying / The SCP Foundation
« on: January 12, 2009, 10:12:44 pm »
This Metagame should be based off of the SCP Foundation web site.  You don't need to go off and find it, in fact I suggest not doing so as everything relevant to the thread, I will post in here.  One turn is one week.  Every four turns, all remaining D-Class Personnel are removed and 10 new D-Class Personnel will be gained for each site.
The SCP Foundation is a group devoted to finding and containing objects far outside of normal human understanding.  This game will assume that all of the SCP objects exist, but resets the slate-The SCP Foundation only starts out with 1 SCP, SCP-173.  SCPs are stored in sites.  Many SCPs can be stored in one site, but you should avoid putting
Site 01:
Building A

At Site 01 Building A:

Staff:  (Staff is of various levels.  Here are said levels:  )
At Site 01:
Three Level 1 scientist cleaning personnel, for SCP-173
10 D-Class Personell

Currently avaliable actions:
Hire new staff (Scientists) (Weekly Salary for scientists is $1,000)
Hire new staff (Agents) (Weekly Salary for agents is $2,000)
Look in Worldwide News for unusual occurrences
Raise money
Build a new building in Site 01 ($5,000)
Create a new site (specify location)

Money: $10,000

(Maps will come with second update)

Storytelling and Roleplaying / Perfection of an Ideal-A Videogame Story
« on: January 10, 2009, 06:57:50 pm »
This story is about the perfection of the videogame, and the future of the videogame industry.  Watch Will Wright fight Peter Molyneux, Nintendo fight Microsoft, in the total battle over what is perfection, and the end result of xxx years of hard work at programming and technological progress.

Year 2xxx-EA releases the last straw- the Spore:Blocks and Balls Building Parts pack.  It only has two parts for the building editor, "Cube", and "Sphere", both of which are redundant to parts formerly in the building editor.  Copies are burnt in the streets by angry gamers.  EA formally stops making anything spore-related, and fires most of the Spore staff.  Will Wright is shot three times in the street by angry mobs and is hospitalized.  Many other programmers are stoned to death by the mobs.  Will Wright is forced to change his name and get plastic surgery, and re-enters life penniless, and with no credentials.  Electronic Arts stock drops tremendously, and they only stay afloat at all through dirty business tactics and deals with the Mafia.

Next update coming soon!

Art / Grangan's work
« on: December 17, 2008, 02:02:14 pm »
   The town gathered around the enormous pie.  It was larger than the city hall, and would put the small town of Gratua, Minnesota as the town that made the largest pie ever.  One person took a picture before the mayor began his speech.  When the speech was finished, the ribbon was cut.  "And everyone may start eating!" said the mayor.  That was when they began to come.  The millions and millions of them, attracted by the scent of the pie for the first time in thousands of years.  They were furry like a rat, but were segmented like an insect.  Their face was uglier than a twisted mass of rotted milk.  They were the size of a dog.  The pie was merely what awakened them.  Soon, they would begin to become attracted to other things.
   The members of the town screamed in panic.  Their pie was no more.  Soon they would never become famous for their record as the man who took the picture was covered, yelling, in them as his camera was left to be stomped in by a thousand more.  They swarmed through the city, emptying houses of any life.  Evidently they are not effected by the most standard of poisons, as people panickingly left out cyanide traps to no avail.  Houses were in ruins, them being such scavengers as to eat the wood.  Within the hour there was no Gratua, Minnesota.  But it was not still known to the world.  And these things were pretty smart.  They moved from town to town, and became a national crisis within days.  People valiantly fought but to no avail.  The army was sent in, but they were practically indestructable.  A video of a tank running over a large swarm of them and not killing a single one of them spread across the internet like wildfire.  On that topic, even the internet became dead serious at that point, releasing information on them and not talking about a single other thing.
   The United States had collapsed.  The rest of the Americas knew it was in for.  But Eurasia was safe.  Africa was safe. Australia was safe.  We thought...
   They are remarkably good swimmers, not revealing this talent until they took over here completely.  The formerly complacent rest of the world was soon devoured as well.  Humanity only had dying embers, in the form of the last space shuttle to launch, but soon it would die of starvation.  It was a surreal existence, waiting to be among the last to die, but of a different cause.  But eventually it happened.  And then we were gone, to history forever, along with the very existence of the curious self-reproducing organisms that ever lived... on a planet called Earth.

Art / Random Comedy Bonanza
« on: November 25, 2008, 09:21:05 pm »
Based off a random comment made in Composition:
I Have a Dream by Martian Luther King Jr.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five K years ago, a great Terran, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Alien slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Alien still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Alien is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the forcefields of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Alien lives on a lonely comet of poverty in the midst of a vast space of material prosperity.  Five thousand years later, the Alien is still languishing in the corners of Terran society and finds himself an exile in his own planet. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every Terran was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, green men as well as pink men, would be guaranteed the unhumanable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that Earth has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens from Mars are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, Earth has given the Martian people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind Earth of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our planet from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Alien's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Fiftynine sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Alien needed to drop used batteries and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in Earth until the Alien is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Alien community must not lead us to a distrust of all pink people, for many of our pink brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot fly alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Alien is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the skyways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Alien's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Pinks Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as an Alien in Mississippi cannot vote and an Alien in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Terran dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men men and women beings are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Venus the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the planet of Uranus, a planet sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the antenna on their head but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down at Plut, with its vicious speciesists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Pluto, little green boys and green girls will be able to join hands with little pink boys and pink girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every black hole shall jave evaporated, every Asteroid Belt shall be made a planet, the gamma rays will be made cleaned, and the dust will be as well, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the Outer Planets with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening volcanoes of Mars!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Europa!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of Pluto!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stones in the belt!

Let freedom ring from Mount Everest of Earth!

Let freedom ring from every bump and every chunk of ice from Uranus. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, green men and pink men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Alien spiritual, "Glokpivu!  Glokpivu! flosh God Almighty, shnep glokpivu!"

Spore: General / Most Pathetic Excuses/"Reasons" for wars
« on: November 24, 2008, 05:42:34 pm »
How have you tried to justify taking over planets for Empire badges?
Once I went to war with a Bard empire because they said they spent my gift on a party.

Spore: General / Expansion Theory-What is Yours?
« on: November 10, 2008, 09:08:08 pm »
Mine is the One-Per-Stage theory, which is that one expansion for each stage will make each a full game in it's own right.
I even named my opinions of them each:
Spore:Wildest Dreams
Spore:The Trouble with Tribal
Spore:Marching Forward
Spore:Spaced Out

And your theory on expansions?

Dear EA/Maxis:
I do not wish to be confrontational.   I do not even want to debate the value of the comics and cute and creepy packs.  What I want is simple.  It is not for my sake, or customer's sake.  It is for your sake.  Please turn around.  Please.  Spore fans are NOT like Sims fans, in many ways.  First, you lost most of the Sims fans at the word "Spore".  Second, Sims fans are largely disorganized.  If they dislike a business practice, they will keep it to themselves.  The ones who yell are not heard as none listen.  Spore fans on the other hand, are massively part of the internet generation.  Those who previously would have bought the C&C will not buy it due to complaints, and those who would not have bought it will aggressively attack it.  Third, Spore fans are more tedious, more obsessed.  (That is not an insult, if anything that is a compliment.)  They WILL notice if you promise something and don't deliver it, or use clever lies on boxes or in manuals.  I fear you are going down the wrong business path.
(Sign as well if you agree).

Storytelling and Roleplaying / The Strawman Debates OOC and Planning
« on: October 27, 2008, 07:31:27 pm »
A debate is held between people with completely stereotyped views of both parties.  You must play as a character of your own party, only the stereotype of the opposite party.  IE, if you are a liberal in real life, you should roleplay as the conservative stereotype of liberals-choose between a crazy sex-obsessed Wiccan, an abortionist doctor who loves the thought that he's killing babies, etc.  Whereas, if you are a conservative in real life, you could be a fundamentalist priest who lynches gays, a father that thinks that women should stay in the kitchen and burns copies of "The Descent of Man".  Basically, you're making fun of your own party.

There is one conservative moderator and one liberal moderator at the massive debates.  My character is the Conservative Moderator-His name is Bob McLeery.  He's an ultraconservative Talk Show host who spends his time decrying the liberal media and congratulating people who blow up abortion facilities, public schools, and hotels that allow gays in.
We need a liberal moderator!

Life was evolving on the planet Truia.  Could it be?  Could it be among the destined?  The alien scout thought so.  He took off far away, in cold sleep.  The journey would take millions of years.  It went through many galaxies to his homeworld.  But he would give them the report on it.
One particularly intelligent creature was the one known as the Land Sneeg.  It was about as smart as a Homo Erectus, but was on its path to better things...

To be continued.

I was planning to make a webcomic about the game politics behind Spore called "The Dark Tower of Monotony".  (It's actually pro-Spore, you'll see what the title refers to when you get the first script.)  So, is there anyone willling?

Spore: General / If DRM folks can start a protest...
« on: October 03, 2008, 06:13:37 pm »
Why can't we start an anti-protest-protest?

Downvote all DRM reviews, upvote all positive reviews.  Make positive reviews.  Battle people who insult positive reviews.  Comment negatively on DRM reviews.  We must do this.  We are Spore Fans!  We can't leave our game dying in a feild betrayed.  We must turn around this assassin's blade and attack them with their own weapon!

Spore: General / Weird Bugs...
« on: September 29, 2008, 08:58:04 pm »
First off, one savegame was ruined because earth got put as the planet that I had to find the*spoiler* crash *spoiler* on, and it didn't put the *spoiler* crash *spoiler* on it.  Second, my game crashes whenever I migrate, which means I have to take what I call the "Creationist Challenge", eg. never evolving.  It also means I can't die because that makes me born.

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