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lol, we have difficulting maintaining interest as is XP   it'd be dead if people had to pay lol.

In short, it's free ^^

haha!  I never COULD get onto R-fate chat without being banned ^^

I had to retell a story that I knew in less than two pages.  Due to the size constraint its not as detailed as I wanted.  But non the less,  I give you, Little White Patch

Little White Patch
   Once upon a time there was a little villa just south of a mighty river in the land far far to the south.  In this villa all the villagers wore white,  all of them but one little girl.  A very young girl with tiny golden curls dressed in robes dyed red with blood, only her hood remained white.  A sweet girl by nature and innocent as a rose, a rose with many many many thorns.  The young girl was the daughter of the best weapons dealer in the entire country of far far to the south.  She was code-name, Little White Patch.
   One day Little White Patch's mother received an order from her grandmother on the other side of the river.  A shipment of guns and machetes were needed to supply the Guerrilla's she took care of.  Little White Patch's mother had so many supply orders that she could not make the delivery herself; so she told Little White Patch to follow the path to her grandmothers house to bring her the order.
   The next morning Little White Patch took up her lunch basket filled with guns and machetes, and set off for her grandmother's house.  The paths through the jungle of far far to the south were thick and hard to follow and soon Little White Patch became lost.  Walking deep into the jungle struggling to find her way she soon stumbled across a wolf.  This was no ordinary wolf she could see by the way he stood on his hind paws and looked at her with all too yellow eyes.
   ?Why little girl, what would bring you so far into the jungle?  Have you lost your way my precious?? Came the all too sweet voice from the wolf.
   ?I was just on my way to my grandmother's house on the other side of the river to give her some of my mothers special cookies, but I lost my way.  Could you tell me where I might find the bridge to cross the river??  Asked the little girl, her face wrinkled in her plea for help.
   ?Why yes little girl, I know where it is.  Go straight ahead until you see a large stone, from there turn right, if you walk straight ahead you will find the river.  If you follow the river due east you will soon find the bridge.? Lied the wolf.
   ?Thank you kind sir! You were most helpful.? And so Little White Patch followed the path the wolf had told her to follow.
   The Wolf was sly however, and loved cookies.  I told her the longest way to get to that small house on the other side of the river.  I will beat her there and take all her cookies for myself.  Thought the devious wolf as he set off in the direction of the house.  When he arrived he made quick work of Little White Patch's grandmother, threw on her night gown, and jumped into her bed pulling the blankets up high.
   Many hours later in the dark of night, Little White Patch found her grandmothers house.  Inside only a single lamp was lit, casting dark shadows all around the room.  Little White Patch saw her grandmother laying in bed with the cover up high.
   ?Why grandmother its so warm, are you not hot in that cover?? Asked Little White Patch.
   ?No my dear, I am just ill.? Replied the crafty Wolf.
   ?Why grandmother your ears are so large.?
   ?All the better to hear you with, now will you give me one of your cookies??
   ?And grandmother your eyes are so yellow.?  Said Little White Patch.
   ?All the better to see you with, now would you give me one of your cookies??
   ?Why grandmother your teeth are so large and red.?
   ?All the better to eat you and those cookies with.? Said the wolf leaping from the bed with his mouth open to snap off Little White Patch's head.  But Little White Patch was too fast for the wolf, pulling an AK-47 from her basket, she unloaded a clip into his skull.  The wolfs blood covered the room, and coated Little White Patch from head to toe, every bit of her, including her white hood.
   When she returned to the villa, her white patch now dripping in crimson, her name became Little Red Riding Hood, and she grew to become the best arms dealer in far far to the south.

I owned reg.

Score.


and now, peace out bishes, lol.

Lol, I'm sorry did I annoy you?  And it was alright, rather boring to tell you the truth.

Yup, that would be me.  ^^ Thought everyone knew that by now...

And nope, not afraid of you at all.  Annoyed that you ruined my run as I just started it, and then calling me a noob for it, yes.  That and you asked for it lol, "a noob says what"  I mean honestly, you can come up with something a bit more tasteful than that.

hmm Turbo says I have Land: 17,753.

But, construction page says I have
15,914

And cannot build any more... a bug?

[a]

"Foolish... always foolish," Beem laughed as he handed the brass looking scope to his officer.  "Give a wolf a full belly, and he lulls himself to sleep; not a care for what else might be lurking."
   "Sir," a hastend messenger came running up, a scroll in his paw.  "a message from the scouts, they have word another has been taken down."
  "Another you say?" Taking the scroll from the breath starved rat he scanned it over and let out a deep laugh, smacking the back of his paw to the notice in gesture,  "This was no mere other, it was the fool Juskabally; (look I spelled it right omg. XP)  a worthy competetor; it seems his bragging Finlay got his army the chopping block."
  "Does this mean he is dead...?"
  "Hardly, his army perhaps, but Juska... it's unlikely.  Should he return, it will be with another army, how long before that is, is another matter.  If the time comes, am sure he will be after the blood of those who took him down.  This is precisely the reason we stepped back into the ranks; it was boring to sit in that Wolf's shadow, and too soon to do much else... much too soon."
  "what do we do now lord?"
  "We wait... silently we wait.  There will be much blood shed soon, I can feel it in my bones." Grabbing the looking glass once again he put it to his eyes and surveyed the acres under his domain.  "Very soon..."

OOC: this is my first time rping here, so I hope I did it alright >.>

Www, the reason everyone went after you was because you provoked them.  People were sitting kinda peaceful then you got full of yourself, with your posts of "Well looks like I will never be broken" and "follow me if you never want to be broken" and "I am the best and in first and will win this round."  So you kind of provoked it on yourself...

ww, and about as well as Juska can type.

lol, this is getting ridiculous!  It's impossible to run a decent strat without knowing when the game will be reset.  Any clue this time?  Will it be soon like tomorrow? Will it be half way through the month?  Will it just stretch this entire month and then reset on normal time next month?   We need to know O.o... Can we make Retto sign like... a policy that gives us his soul if he does not warn us and reset on time?

It doesn't automatically disable because of an IP match beem. It automatically disables if you used the same e mail address.

But yes, i will undisable you asap

Ah, didn't know that, but cool thanks ^^ Good to know.

cool, can we add like 35k acres to him for the taking?

On reg, your account was probably killed due to inactivity or something.  Creating a new account, the game registers our ip address as already having an account.  You just have to let Wolf know, he can either A) ressurect your old account, or B) let your new account be accessable.

You're missing the point of it.  Low land almost defeats the purpose behind Turbo.  It's supposed to be a much mroe fast pased, quickly changing game.  The low land brings a lot of the game to a slow crawl with turns you can't do much with.