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AFF (Advanced Friend Foe): That man has a hat and a lit cigar on him, he is my friend.* IFF (Identify Friend Foe): That man has a microchip on him, he is my friend. Any system, including the human senses, can be fooled relatively simply. All you have to do is satisfy a few conditions and it is rendered useless. For example, using a special silver based paint can fool the majority of modern sensing equipment into thinking that a wooden frame is, infact, metal. Or wearing a uniform with an IFF sewn into the lining that marks you as a friend. Or it sees a convoy of trucks...are they enemy or refugees? Its not actually any more advanced than the EU3 engine... *The software compares the shape and characteristics(say Infra-red bleed from the engines, or some such) to a set of presets, and things that match are tagged as friends (or foes, if the software has a netural setting as the default).

Ok then. Gonna go ABB

People didn't argue with it, so he got away with it.

Retech actively told me he was just playing to put Resistance out of the game...I think he even admitted it on thread... He hasn't done anything other than attack Resistance so denying him that is akin to banning. And, as far as I know, only Retech is actually invading Res.

Sigh... In reality producing 1,000 jets in a year is possible, though would represent a mountain of paperwork and have all sorts of unforseen consequences. If Rob was feeling unrealistic he could expropriate Lockheed-Martian, and give Norway the designs, allowing Mather, if he was feeling unrealistic, to produce 1,000 jets per year. Alternatively Mather could just start researching a F-36 Lightening III, single-seat, single-engine, sixth generation multirole fighters under development to perform ground attack, reconnaissance, and air defense missions with stealth capability. And introduce it in 10-15 years. Elsewise, it would be down to Lockheed-Martian, and unless they had a good reason to suddenly abandon all previous agreements and produce 1,000 fighters solely for use by Norway....I can't see it happening. Course, just the warmod...not the Mod mod, so feel free to argue amongst yourselves.

I am not fussed either way. I am more or less on Resistance's side (though I am on Lynx's and Wyvern's side over Canada)...But the Legacy of Hex means I can't stop Retech playing.

Yup...Its the soliders.... Their Commander in Chief ordering 200,000 planes to fly in close formation had nothing to do with it...

If you want a reasonably good example of Powergaming then you can look at Retech in the current Hegemony. Rather than fight a protracted, interesting and fun war, he decides to just launch a bunch of missiles and have it over in five minutes flat. Thats pretty much what powergaming is...Where you bypass the group's fun element so you can win faster. If everyone finds it fun to powergame then its not powergaming, as everyone is on the same page. And if you are playing on your own then it is only powergaming if you don't enjoy it(as typically happens when you play in God Mode)

Britian has been raised to a cloud of dust by 1.6 million ballistic missiles. The Queen and most of the Royal Family is Dead, as is most of parliament. After several weeks without a monarch a noble house from Germany is found and made King and Queen of Great Britain and the Republic of Ireland. Long live King Adolf the First. Fortunately Prime Minister Resistance survived due to bomb shelters. Approximately 18 million have died so far, with potential starvation of 35 million more. China, France, Spain and Germany have declared civil war and deposed their old leader, President Retech, after he began conducting experiments on his soliders. Satalite imagery show a large army had been prepared for invasion, though it was disbanded after President Retech was proved insane. The Civil War had been innevitable after the genocide commited in Britain for no discernable reason. President Retech is lead out to the guilotine and says: And did those boooooots, in modern time, March upon England's cities street, And was the evil Resistance, On England's Pleasant pastures beat,

Playing to win instead of playing to play. I guess that can mean so many things... especially in Call of Duty. You could probably define it as that kind of 'play-to-win' mentality, in a game where you should be taking on the mentality of your character/head of government/whatever. Well, I mean specifically. There's this whole debate over K/D vs flag captures in Domination and other games. I've found though that I didn't capture any flags until the end one match and instead kept the enemy at bay while my teammates took the flag. So I suppose it's one of those things where it depends on the types of kills you're getting. Interest factor diving, diving....

Film captured the book perfectly...It tried to be an epic when it clearly wasn't. So there were long periods where they stood around, doing nothing of value, and the various character deaths were terribly dull...You didn't see them hit or anything, you just saw them dead...and given the killing curse has no effect other than to kill you it looked terrible. My opinion...was a pain in the neck to sit through and a waste of five hours(Cinema) of my life.

Challanging yourself is still competitive. Its like saying 'If you go into the game files and set your life at 999999999999 and regeneration to 999999999 per 0.00000000001 seconds, then you can win easily.'

Power: Power-assisted Gaming: Competitive activity involving skill, chance, or endurance. Ergo, using a mechanism that isn't natural (Power) in a competitive activity involving skill, chance or endurance.(Gaming)

Translation: I don't really want to be overpowered, I just want to play the game. Translation: There are only three things you need to remember: Powergaming. Powergaming. Powergaming.

I don't know, you successfully ran a game for a number of months...That puts you up with Ross and Dusty in the Demi-God Tier Moderator class. :grin: Yes. Yes you did. Personally, I think more blame lies with Mather than with you...He just doesn't know when he needs to stop. This is something you need to work out on your own. I hope to see you back next Tuesday. Good luck with your soul searching.

Update: The English Channel was the sight of one of, if not THE, largest Naval-Ariel Battle in modern times. 2,300-2,700 ships were spread across the 560 Kilometer zone, with 5 ships every kilometer. Of course, four of these ships were Stealth Destroyers, so were only detected at extremly close ranges. The other ship, the Resistance Class Heavy Destroyer, was armed with Giant Autocannons, which, when at full auto, actually capsized a number of the Heavy Destroyers. The ships were also outfitted with Rocket weapons, allowing for long distance interception and virtual dogfighting. This was the British Royal Navy. Arrayed against them was the Chinese-German-Spainish-French Air Fleet and Paratrooper division. Some 20,000 planes and 20,000,000 Paratroopers (102 per plane). Plus several thousand officers, pilots, enginners and other support staff. Guarding these planes were 1,000 top of the line Eurofighter Typhoons...However they were outfitted for fighting enemy aircraft, not naval forces. When the air armada took off from France it was picked up on UK radar screens and the ships were directed closer together strategically, and further apart tactically, providing a killing field, without providing a wide target. The alliance air armada detected some of the ships, but not a lot, and assumed they were tankers because of their size. Of course, the airfleet flew very high up, not bothering to hide themselves from radar. The rockets were their first...and last warning that all hell was about to be unleashed. First the aircraft released waves of chaff...This made it virtually impossible for the rest of the swarm to see...Then the aircraft started exploding, shrapnal, limbs and equipment was sent over the swarm, causing yet more planes to crash, and soon the surviours were in a near vertical dive to avoid the explosions above them...this turned out to be a mistake. Though others tried to turn around and flee to France...this also turned out to be a mistake, and several collisions testifed to that. But the divers soon came into range of the auto cannons, and soon the paratroopers were bailing out of aircraft as quickly as they could, only to be caught by the falling shrapnal, and blown about by the explosions that ripped through the air. Of course, after the inital, devestating, engagement, the Typhoons began fighting back to cover the retreating transporters. The battle stretched over a dozen miles, so only about 60 ships were actually in the battle. The rest merely motored towards the breakthrough at best possible speed. Within two hours the battle was over and it was a decisive British victory. 30 ships, 28 Stealth Destroyers and 2 Heavy Destroyers were sunk. Some 400 Typhoons were destroyed, with another 200 being irreperably damaged, though the crews made it home, and the other 400 can be repaired within the year. Of the transport swarm some 90,000 aircraft were downed with all crew, while another 50,000 limped home. Of the remaining 60,000, only 59,550 returned to base, the other 50 deserting their insane high command. With a total loss of manpower at 11,735,100 Allied lives, to 54,000 British lives it is safe to say the British won this battle. ----------------- General observations on the United Kingom: (This doesn't have to be followed, just because there is stuff that isn't in thread) A vast number of satalite launches have been undertaken over the last year, as well as high orders for Titanium, Steel and the neccessary 'ingredients'. British Industry has been majorly expanded, and there is actually a worker shortage. The China-Germany-Spain-France alliance has stayed together as a result of the British Government not falling. The majority of people haven't noticed any change, since all Governments are united already. The loss of 11.8 million lives has also been ignored outside of China, with work orders picking up in Germany and China.

Great Song...Shame about the Video.

Greetings one and all. Unlike most roleplaying games the Game Master(me) will be doing most of the playing, however, you guys will get the opportunity to interfer by suggesting things and taking advantage the updately 'Advisory Council' Decisions, posted at the end of each update. Crusader Kings doesn't favour this particularly(3 hours modding and I got nowhere...most of that time was debugging and waiting for copy and paste operations, as well as searching for what random string of numbers X meant), but EU3 Divine Wind, Victoria 2 and Hearts of Iron 2/3(not sure which yet) are better suited to mods so :thumbup:. ...Or at least I should be better suited after I have manually modded from CK(Crusader Kings) to DW(Divine Wind) and DW to V2(Victoria 2) and then V2 to HOI2/3 (Hearts of Iron 2/3). Crusader Kings: 1066-1091: The Beginning [hide] The Backstory [hide] Hearts of Iron 2: 1949-1938-1066: The Whole World in His Hands The year was 1946(1949 in Game Terms but for the sake of the video). Moroccan Stealth Jets, armed with Atomic Bombs, were pounding Prussia, the United Kingdom and Japan almost daily. The last coalition had failed to stop Morocco taking the British Isles, the the Eurals and a large chunk of India. Now, with their armies poise to carry on into Japanese China and Prussian Greenland, as well as currently pushing up through Prussian Mexico, there was little the allies could do but wait, launch the occassional rocket, and pray that their Nuclear Weapons program would somehow yield results. The front runner, The United Kingdom, had had their Nuclear Reactor destroyed after thier first strike against Morocco. Morocco had got the bomb shortly afterwards and proceeded to destroy Boston, the United State's Atomic Heartland, before withdrawing back to attack Russia and Sicily, destroying both of their atomic weapon's programs and annexing their states. With the Prussian homeland firmly in enemy hands there was little the government could do... But one man had a plan...Or, to be more specific, two men had a plan. To be EVEN MORE specific, three men had a plan. But the first two men's plans were rapidly derailed. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABDm2JcnTPs&feature=related But while Einstein(Man one) went back to 1924 (1933 in game) to stop Hitler(Man two), to stop him signing the 1928(1937) Non-Aggression pact with Morocco, Archi looked through the Sequence Calculations in more detail. He quickly saw that Morcco was still unstoppable, even with the Man of Peace out of the picture. Einstein must have known this...And yet he had gone back to remove him anyway...Could the Great Prussian Genius - not quite as smart as al-Harshi of Morocco, or James Chadwick of the Former United Kingdom, but still one of the greatest scientific minds of a generation - Finally be losing it? Perhaps the grief of having Berlin, Ulm and Nuremburg Atomically Wiped from the face of the globel HAD been too much. Archi decided what he had to do. Einstein would be too unstable to take the news that he was insane, so he would have to play along, wait until he had left for the night, and go back even further...Back to before the Conquestia, back to when Catholism was still the dominate culture in Europe...If it ever was, Prussian and the United Kingdom said it was, Morocco, Russia and Sicily said it wasn't...there wasn't much truth one way or the other (What with Italy being Muslim and The Holy Land Orthadox. Catholism only existed in Britian and Prussia) He would go back to 1066. He would see Germany grow strong enough to resist the Moroccan Nemesis when they innevitable won their Conquestia of Iberia. And so, a pistol in his belt and a rucksack full of clips over his back, he zapped back to January First 1060, just north of Lubeck, his birth city. Here he found not Catholic or Muslims, but some strange 'Pre-Christian' dancing around fires and celebrating the trees...That had to be stopped for starters. Soon enough, with a pile of dead Pagans to back up his divine powers, he took control of a small village. Although he had the advantage of almost 1,000 years of military technology in his hand, he only had so many bullets, so needed allies. He began converting the Pagans, and by September 1966 he was ready to start his uprising. He marched at the head of the proto-German army, laying waste to a vast hoard with his 'divine powers', coming to the City of Lubeck, and demanding an immediate surrender. Three dead Knights, two dead Advisors and one dead Chief later, he got his demand. Two months he let the savages teach the other savages the ways of Christendom...but they didn't get it. There was only one thing for it...What that was we don't know, he was promptly smacked in the head with a large stone and developed a strong amnesia, remembering only the first 10 years of his life, and the last two weeks...enough to know he was the Count of Lubeck, and it was his mission to convert the savages of this land, and to fight the Muslim Hoard... Unfortunately for us, that didn't help set him apart from anyone else from that time period :rolleyes: [/hide] December 1066. Lubeck. Provincial religion: Pagan. King: Catholic, King Archi Von Alaric. The Vengeful, Proud, Reckless man, suited equally to studying books and clobbering heads. The Very First thing he needed was a wife...All the other men had one, so he needed one. While he had originally taken an interest in her sister, who's lips were well formed...as well as being five years younger...but, while his messanger ran across Europe, another snapped her up. The Duke of Brugandy, the two Sister's Father, decided that he must have meant Constance and so gave his blessing. When Count Archi first saw her he almost left her at the Altar to personally kill the Duke of Brugandy for sending his...Thing...in place of the nubile woman he had so generously asked for. But, Proud overcame Recklessness, he could not allow this to spoil the day that had taken so many weeks to organise. He got a veil, and held his head high throughout the entire ceremony. Soon after it was over and he travelled south to Brugandy to find out the meaning of his slight...offically his Honeymoon...though the Pagans had no idea what that was so he just rolled his eyes and said not to touch any of his things. The Duke refused to even see the little upstart Count, and soon Archi is in a local brothel...The Prussian way to deal with all problems...possibly explaining why they lost the war, he found himself thinking, not entirely sure which war, or who the Prussians were, but he remembered he had thought the thought and so it remained. On his way back home he meet a messanger sent from Lubeck, apparently the Count of Kalmar Lan had offered an Alliance...He had no idea where that was, so turned it down...As it turned out the right thing to do. Norway and Sweden he had heard of at least...though not sure from where. He called for the finest map and was given a very basic plan of the hill fort he was in. He sent one of his servents away to buy a map from one of the neighbouring provinces. The map returned, along with an offer of Vassalisation from Germany. Archi jumped to his feet and immediately agreed, startling everyone in the room. The King of Germany sent one of his Courtiers, Edwin, to help Archi...Edwin was throughly unremarkable, though, since he couldn't very well get rid of him, he made him a Marshal, something Edwin was overjoyed at. Then a lull, and he could no longer put off his wife, and so they enjoyed each other's company, and sure enough, nine months later, a Daughter was born. Archi wasn't really attached to this little thing and mostly ignored it. Why? Because his conquests in Brugandy had paid off, a son, Nicholas had been born. From that very moment, even though he wasn't legitimate, Archi knew he was destined to become King of all of Germany. But, through one thing and another, the peasants were angry. Apparently the savages had strict laws on who was 'clean' and who was 'unclean', and since neither Nicholas or the Girl was born from a Pagan Marriage he had defiled the holy land of the Hill Fort. As it turns out Archi should have cared a lot more. Ten years later Lubeck was struggling and still in Revolt...Blasted Peasants. But we get ahead of ourselves. Constance produced two more daughters, though one was stillborn and the other one died two days after birth. Archi didn't really care, and continued to play with his son Nicholas. Then, the rioting got bad...it got really bad. The Burghers rose against the Count, there was to be no Catholism for them. Archi simply picked up his divine wand and shot into the crowd, which dispersed and charged to the local priest for conversion. Unfortunately the damage had already been done, and would take a long time to put right. Then, for ten years, not much happened: Archi marshalled his 64 man, and himself, army and marched on Baden when it revolted from the King of Germany...Unfortunately, though its troops fought against his King, he was not able to attack them....Tis a silly place. Beyond that Constance caught an illness from somewhere...probably the two dead daughters she insisted on sending to heaven. She managed to tear herself away from them, and her illness, long enough to bear another daughter, which Archi dispaired at. He was now aged 34 years old and had no heir...Even news that the peasants in the countryside had finally stopped moaning about their Pagan laws being broken and accepted the divine power of God did little to raise his spirits. In a rage he sent Nicholas away to the Monastery, though he secretly hoped that while there he would find some loophole in the laws of succession...but no success. Yet, he continued his marital duty, and soon Constance, her body frail from the illness, was pregnant again. She recieved little sympathy from Archi and spent more and more time in the church...together with all the smelly ex-pagans...In many ways it is no wonder she caught Pnumonia. Of course she got even less sympathy from Archi, and the possibility of a son was the only thing that stopped him from beating her into doing her job as Steward. A few months later, the child is born...A healthy baby boy...Greg. With his son born Archi begins to mellow to his wife...though doesn't actually go near her, or let her see 'his' Son. She dies a few months before the city finally re-established some sembalance of day to day life, though now the economy was dire... Archi is actually guilt stricken, something he was not expecting, and vows to treat his next wife better...though...in the end, she(the new wife) brought it on herself. From here, things began to go downhill again. Bellatrix, the Steward began complaining that she deserves more money. Archi resist the urge to give her a good hiding and sends her away without a penny...back to her job, not out of the castle. He casts a cursory eye over the maps the Germans keep sending, along with the demands for men for the army. Its fairly clear that Germany will fall. Their child King is inept and his advisors are not much better. He commits himself to rebellion. A sign from God soon follows And within the year, Archi has left the service of the German King, vowing to one day return. A few more years pass, Archi willing the economy to recover...but it doesn't. So, in the hopes of boosting the economy, he starts a war with the Pagans of Mecklebburg. The King of Denmark approved of the initiative and grants Archi the Title 'Duke of Holstien'...though no extra land. The Pagans prove idiotic, but fierce. After winning the initial encounter, and thus the only encounter, they agree to some interesting terms: This win, apparently entirely unexpected by all sides (except possibly Mecklenburg with their 'Up is down psychology') and Archi made a speech saying 'The Hand of Destiny is at my back'. This inspired some and scared others, and would have dire consequences for the expansion of the realm. Randomly, Uncle Henrik arrives. Perhaps a five times removed Uncle because he isn't in any of the succession trees, nor can we find a blood link to Archi. Yet, there is something vaguely familar about him and, in any case, Edwin is a terrible marshal. Henrik soon proves himself a brilliant tactian, something which he later would admit to have gained from a book called 'On War', though no one got the referance, not even Archi. (Seriously, totally random guy with a blood shield(indicated relative), but gifthorse, mouth...) Henrik is sent out to Sweden and comes back with an excellent Chancellor, replacing Bellatrix...though she proves about as loyal and is soon asking for money of her own. Henrik, unaware that peace has been declared, sets out and attacks Wolgast, a Vassal of the partially insane High Chief of Mecklenburg. Unfortunately he is also unaware of the ineptitude of the Holstien Army, and is soundly defeated. Unwilling to give up so easily a new army is raised and trained in how to hold a spear, wear armour...and run in a straight line. Unfortunately such ideas rile up the nobles, along with some who dislike the idea of fighting their old breathen...They cleverly rise up while the army is in Rostock and are crushed...though not as soundly as would have been liked, and remain majority Pagan. A sound defeat of Wolgast, but, unfortunately, the Glory Hound that Archi is, he splits off from Henrik's army and heads for Werle, which is on its last legs. Archi attempts to take all the credit for capturing the city, and thus the spoils. But, with an army facing him twice the size of his, he soon backs down to the King of Denmark. In retribution Wolgast is allowed to retain its lands in exchange for a pittance of a tribute to the King himself...But, the King has spoken and Henrik marches home. The situation in in Rostock goes from bad to worse, as does the treasury situation. Mere days after a gift...most of what was in the treasury...is given to the Steward, Smallpox and a theft....There can only be one explaination. SHE'S A WITCH! "...And married to ME! Good God, I am bewitched, it is the only possible explaination! I see it all now, knowing I would work it out she stole all the money to pay for the assassin." "Curse her! now my son, Nicholas, is depressed. Her reach over my life must have extended to before she married me! She must have bewitched me into not marrying his mother when I had the chance! She must have made sure the Duke of Brugandy mistook my letter, and forced Constance to produce only Daughters, save Greg...Perhaps he isn't even mine...Woe! WOE IS ME!" "At last, a blessing, a blessing from the Lord! An ally against the dark witch!" "Rebel? Now? That's just what SHE wants me to do!" "I have married Uncle Henrik to my Eldest Daughter, Lucyne. I need all the allies I can get! My poor Lucyne, if only you knew of the black magic that made me so distant as a father in your childhood." "Nicholas will never be happy now!!!!!" "IT IS NEAR! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Hmmm, what? Yes I want you to dictate me laughing manically. Don't make me use this!" "Freedom! Freedom at last!" With the black queen dead sanity begins to return to Archi. But, after a throughly successful, if painful, war, and then a terrible peace negotiation...thanks to the underhanded ways of Harald Svendson Knytling, King of Denmark, Archi vow to become King, so no one would ever dare do such a thing again. With a new wife, throughly checked for Witchcraft connections, a new son is born, Tiberius. Although Archi is getting on in years, and still has his old vow to commit to, his sons are his true legacy...his one way to protect the future... Storming into his Father's Office one September eve, Nicholas, a little drunk, demands offical recognition as the Duke's True Heir. Archi tears up and they talk long into the night. In the morning the annoucement is made. For many it is strange only for that reason, it was widely assumed that Nicholas would take his rightful place after Archi's eventual death. However, God...And others...Do not agree and the very next day Archi is stricken with an infection from his War Wound. Archi takes this as a sign that his work is not done and invades the Tribe of Pomerannia. Meanwhile, Lawrence, Bishop of Rostock is asked to step down in favour of Nicholas, which he, of course, accepts. The Battle of Stettin was Glorious. Marshal Henrik scattered the numerically superior warriors with a fantastic lightshow in the heavens. But, once again, despite the hundreds of coins spent on the war, the Danish King takes a pittance and calls it off...Now it is getting personal...And Archi and Maddy, his new wife, get personal, with another bun in the oven. The dark, barren years of his former wife have fully worn off...it would seem. In Rostock the dark powers are strong as ever though, with smallpox still running rife. On the lighter side, however, Harold Godwinson is found alive and well in Denmark. On recieving his news England erupts into chaos. Harold claims to have fooled everyone by adding an extra e to his name and having a 'face lift'. Archi sees Maddy give birth to a beautiful baby girl, and yet another near pointless war is fought. The only benefit to this war is that Denmark was forced to give up the territory it was stealing to block Archi taking some territory. But, alas, Archi sucumbs to his illness. The Duke is Dead...Long live the Duke. So then, advisory council, three questions: 1) Should Nicholas now recover from Depression? a) Yes b) No c) He should still be stressed from losing his father. 2) Should Greg(the second son) inherit the seat of Rostock, or should it pass only Father to son? a) Greg should inherit b) Greg should inherit, but Nicholas falls with him over it. c) It is Nicholas' unborn Son's. d) It is God's Holy Seat in the Dukedom of Holstein. Only those able to read and write will take the Bishopric. 3) The Civil War in England. How serious is it? a) "Well you can pretty much guess what happened next: The peasants started rebelling, there were uprisings, old master's heads got chopped off." b) "What happened next happened in two stages: First, the town folk rebelled, not too serious, but slowed down income for the masters. Second, the peasant uprisings in the extreme parts of the country." c) "The old King is still alive...So?" [/hide]

I have given it some thought: Internal Combustion Engines can, indeed, use Oil to become Fireworks.

10% of GDP is fine. Population growth at 2.5% is also fine. Oh, but divide your population by 20% and start from there. Everyone under the age of 18 and over the age of 65 is considered useless and I am saying that is 20% of your population. (Its actually more but whatever) If people want to use other formulas then let them, but make a note of it. Then, when you attack them, bring up how their population is 3 times the size it should be, and their budget is 9 times the size it should be, and have half their army disappear.

Going boom is 1/4th of the point of the internal combustion engine's makeup. Plus, you can put a gun on an internal combustion engine and make more things go boom...Or run a Bomb making machine and make things that excusively go boom. Fireworks are not oil powered :thumbsup:

You are right about 'sell' not inherantly meaning hoodwink...it just means to convince. However: If a thinly veiled exuse is sold to someone, then they have been hoodwinked. So it all wraps up nicely. And, combustion engines go boom every 1/2000th of a second. (assuming 120,000 RPM) Iraq war was for Oil, supposedly. Ergo, Iraq War was another thinly veiled excuse to make a lot of things go boom. (Monty Python Humour works on so many levels)

Vague idea: Each page represents 1 year? Elsewise it is 2012.

I declare this picture war, open.

Oh what a give away! You saw it. You saw him didn't you. Now we see the violence inherant in the system. Come see the violence inherant in the system. (Three meanings here: 1) Monty Python Reference, FTW 2) Violence in films 3) War in Iraq, using the second meaning of 'sell', meaning to hoodwink or otherwise lie about actions )