War Report – #45 vs. #36
#45 World Dominance VS #36 The Bears
It was inevitable, it cannot be avoided, the great wars between 2 great alliances are again at hand. The legendary generals and leaders of humankind are again facing grave threat from the…Bears. Their paths had crossed several times in 2 ages, killing, ravaging each other, trying to inflict damage that could leave the other half dead
Now again that time came, their path will clash soon and the humans rallied their forces and readied their armaments, all leaders responded with hungry eyes and raw determination that this will be their time to win.
Operation B.I.A.T.C.H.E.S Intels
Our malevolence elder, Adolf Hitler considered to be one of the cruelest leader the world has ever known ordered Martin Luther King, our spymaster, disguised as a black civil rights leader, to procure blueprints of all Bear’s tribes building construction, but in order to get it, our spymaster knew he’s in for a ride since the Bear’s intelligence agency the B.I.A.T.C.H.E.S is always on the lookout.
But then since MLK disguised as a black man, he went boldly to their agency and simply asked for the blueprints…simple but cunning our spymaster was, he knew the Bears cannot say no to his request otherwise they can be accused of racial discrimination. So they gave it to him willingly.
Operation B.I.A.T.C.H.E.S intel – done
After our Fuhrer got the blueprints, he studied the weakpoints of each tribe with his co-elder Hannibal of the Alps, a legendary general of Carthage, together they formed a swift but deadly plan utilizing the alliance’s best tribes…practically all of them 
Hannibal sent the word of WAR thru his swiftest elephants to each of the leaders, asking for their commitment and support for the war. And all of them replied with confirmation of support.
Every tribe was aware of the importance of this war, so they geared up and ready to go. The total destruction of the Bears is about to begin…
Hitler signaled the KT, at 6:55 ST, the World Dominance is online to its biggest tribe to the smallest, we are all online except to one who has an emergency. We are there to wreak havoc and conquer Bear lands for our own.
The PLAN
- 1st Target primary – Bearing My Teeth, a 4600 SPIRIT with low mage defenses.
- 1st Target secondary – Lovely Bear, a 1700 acre SPIRIT with low mage defenses.
- 2nd Target primary – Shadow Bear, a 3800 acre DARK ELF, with low thievery defenses.
- 2nd Target secondary – Bear Ass, a 2500 MORI HAI, with enough mage defenses.
- Optional Target – Barbearic BuBu, the Bear Leader, a LIGHT ELF with very good mage defense and a whopping 8000 acre tribe.
Hitler started the war by opping the 1st target with his dm’s, at the first volley he already burned 700 homes which sealed Bearing My Teeth’s tribe to dust with no help from his members, now that Bearing My Teeth’s fate sealed with our 10 tribes still waiting for orders, it was a very good omen for us, Humankind will score another win against its enemy, the Bears.
At the same time Hitler was burning Bearing My Teeth’s homes, his co-elder Hannibal, Crazy Horse, the legendary Indian leader, and our Spymaster, Martin Luther King fervently opping Shadow Bear. But before they can burn him, the great leader, Napoleon Bonaparte along with his famous cavalry pushed Shadow Bear’s defenses to its limits by destroying and burning thru Blasphemy Crusade, a huge portion of the Bear’s mage defenses were smashed to the ground. Hannibal, Crazy Horse, and MLK threw all their magery and thievery powers at Shadow Bears.
The 3rd target being opped at the same time was Lovely Bear. Our young allies, Abraham Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt the famous US Presidents, Karl XII the Prince, Alexander the Great the Conqueror, and the Renowned Jules Cesar attacked and opped Lovely Bear.
07:00:07 and 07:00:13, the leaders looked upon the crumbled kingdom of Bearing My Teeth and Lovely Bear. They didn’t withstand the damage inflicted of those who invaded their Beary Lands.
But then Shadow Bear managed to live for another hour for his good magery defenses, he managed to deflect most dragonmages casted upon him of those leaders assigned to him. But his survival did not last long…at 08:00:03 he joined his fallen comrades after an hour of their deaths.
Bear Ass was next to the kill list so we prepared…after 2 ticks of the war we received war bonus manas to actually kill him after 2 ticks so we planned to kill Bear Ass in 10:00 ST..Abraham Lincoln managed to raze 100 buildings off Bear Ass, making it more easier to kill him..all those who still had manas opped Bear Ass that same tick and he went down fast and hard on 10:00:02 ST
Everyone was in high spirits when they killed 4 tribes in 4 ticks, together they slowly felt the bond in every tribe, the unity and coordination that every alliance needed was slowly being forged in every kill…
After Bear Ass, they only needed over 3k acres to win, and the Bears got several tribes fitting that requirement and were easy kills but no…Hitler wants to crush the Bear’s spirits by killing their top tribe which happens to be their leader Barbearic BuBu, Hitler gave the signal, 13:55ST will be the deciding tick of the whole war…but BuBu already went to defensive mode and at 13:00 ST his churches will arrive, the Human leaders must act fast and hard before his defenses will put in place.
So Hitler, Hannibal and Crazy Horse decided to lead the offensives way early before the scheduled KT, they opped BuBu with their last manas, and Luther King also had to leave the battlefield for some emergency at home so he opped early with all his remaining TP…and they did fairly well considering BuBu already got ml25 and his tribe buffs…overall they burned about 3k acres of BuBu’s buildings but its not enough to kill his tribe, then maybe luck is not in our side BuBu went online and saw that hes the target…he got around 97k citz left and we expected him to release his troops to ensure his survival but he did not. I guess luck didn’t totally abandoned us.
13:55 arrived and the leaders gathered once again to talk about the offensives…we only needed to burn 210 homes to kill the Bear’s leader. But then the 3 top human tribes got few manas left to really ensure his defeat. Napoleon Bonaparte, a 4k acre nazzie decided to go suicide by going all out and will raze an 8k Light Elf just to ensure victory…so it was decided and they went into action…Bonaparte razed BuBu’s buildings and got 188 homes, that finally sealed BuBu’s fate. And all other tribes supported Bonaparte by opping the huge tribe…all of the world’s leaders opp BuBu to its biggest to its smallest tribe they went at him, and after the tick BuBu’s citizens went down to 587..and so all fireballs went down to finish him off sealing victory to the World’s Leaders.
~ Mordred
Note: The opinions expressed here doesnt nessecarily represent the opinions of The Orkfia Portal.
War Report – #36 vs. #45
Orkfia News Network
Good morning Orkfia! Nothing unusual going on considering almighty Martel (All Hail martel!) decided not to implement new age changes seeing everybody is happily growing and killing each other. The evil robots at #17 are still dominating the charts after Death Note took a turn and decided to start a new leaf (no pun intended). The police (karma not sting) are still slowly climbing up the charts again hoping to claim their old glory taking care to tread and grind whoever they come across. We see a new alliance with big templars holding the number 2 spot seemingly obliterate the warm and fuzzy Bears in a 7 tick war. Poor Bears, I hope nobody misses his teddy tonight. In other news…..zzt..what?!
We interrupt this program with breaking news that the Bears have come full throttle and decide to give payback to the Great Leaders! I will now patch you up with Ray Porter at Ground Zero.
Ground Zero
We are here live with alliance #36 who just declared an all out war with #45, the alliance bent on worldwide domination. Seeing as WD just recently fried their furs, the Bears woke up from hibernation and smelled blood from their kin staining the ground. WD has a 2 big-ass templars who totally owned the Bears during their previous skirmish however, these two guys are close to old age and might kick the bucket any minute!
Delta one do you copy?
Bearing my teeth was the one who first smelled bloodlust. War orders were cascaded, a KT was set. Declaration of independence was at 02:55H. Close to the KT, the alliance channel was still empty save for Bearing my teeth slapping P for being the only guy there. at 2:15H, the encrypted Bear channel was seeing more activity now with the Bear elder and his Co-elder Sugar checking in. A trap was set for the Carthagian Emperor and his elephants and it had nothing to do with Dumbo. Since sweets decided to go to work, the Bears prayed to the war gods for good health and good luck. And with Korn blasting the airwaves, troops were mobilized at 2:30H. With the help of S.W.A.B. (special weapons and bears), Bearing my teeth was easily able to penetrate the cover of Hannibal, rigged a spiderweb of explosives under his sewers and blew a total of 600 homes for his initial salvo. But Hannibal, being a brilliant tactician, choose the strong flank tactic and saved a few more citizens in h! iding. The Bears fell short in destroying his army for the first tick. Since time is of the essence, Bearing my teeth quickly took out his poke-ball and said “Pika Bear, I choose you!” Summoning the cutpurse was enough to seal the fate and draw firstblood at 3:00. Hannibal never stood a chance.
Soldier down!
Following the demise of Hannibal, the main bulk of the Bears was sent into forced march towards the lands of Crazy Horse. However, with cloud and smoke obscuring the hillside, most of the furry creatures got waylaid. Some mistakingly wandered into Abraham Lincoln’s ancestral domain, while others followed the trail of Adolf Hitler’s sweet meat pie. In doing so, the returning troops of Bearing my teeth were left without backup on the battlefields. This gave time for Sun Tzu’s army of Taoists to trace and cast the cursed seal of “Page cannot be displayed”. With Bearing my teeth knocked out cold from last night’s revelry, his troops were easy pickings from the crazed scholars. The Bears were forced to watch as his troops were skinned alive and their furs sent packing to China in crate boxes. We can only assume that they’ll turn out as new rugs bound for Alaska. with the last of his brethen gutted and stripped, the Bears watched as Bearing my teeth’s tribe crumbled in ruins.
Operation WD
The Bear elder quickly contacted the chief of staff of B.I.A.T.C.H. (Bears intelligence agency tactical combat headquarters) and ordered the Bearttalion to regroup. With the dust settled, and after the animals ate the last of Hannibal’s elephants, they marched steadily into the lands of Crazy Horse. The order of “set claws from stun to kill” was given and soon bodies from the Oglala Lakota leader’s headhunters littered the landscape. One headhunter tried to sneak up on Megalomania’s squad leader and almost decapidated him with one blow from his tomahawk (which was purchased from Best Buy) but luckily, his Polar brethen spotted the assassin and with a huff and a grunt, scalped the indian with one big slash. Following up with a roundhouse kick (matrix-style) gave the white bear just enough momentum to pirouette and throw a dragonmage edition grenade at the center of Crazy Horse’s last remaining troops which ended the bloodline of the famed Indian chief.
Karl XII
After the death of Crazy Horse, the Bear elder ordered his army into a forced march towards the lands of Charles XII. Not used to cold weather, most of the animals were fighting of the temptation to hibernate which resulted in a little military losses. Upon reaching the Viking’s land, the elder gave the coordinates of Trodheim and called for another round of artillery. Sugar Bear fired the initial salvo taking out most of Karl’s turrets and with no heavy artillery support, his trooops were slaughtered again by Smokey, Bear ass and Mega. The three troops combined to rain fire and brimstone on to his lands and were about to enter Karl’s fortress but they were pinned down by Karl’s royal guard. Ultimately, it was Polar Bear’s troops who, perfectly camouflaged by the landscape, sneaked in from the back and ended the life of the Swedish General.
Gold team Aqua
Gold Leader Kodiak, who was supposed to be part of the main troops but did not make the initial deployment, just checked in! Apologizing for his delay, with the reason that their HQ was bombarded with biological weapons (he was logging in from a friend’s house because his basement was being repaired and paint fumes were everywhere), he requested for a target. Coordinates were set and he was ordered back into the lands of Hannibal, who being the tactician that he is, was able to quickly rebuild and regroup his troops in 8 ticks. Mega bear spearheaded the #36 infantry but with most of the Bear’s ground troops out and exhausted from the previous forced march, Mega could not penetrate Hannibal’s fort. Mega could only watch as every citizen that his troops killed from raids, were just recovered and regenerated by Hannibal’s drug (codename: MRiver). Finally, with Gold Leader on board, their combined troops were finally able to penetrate the protection cast on Hannibal’s lands ! by the Orkfian Gods and Hannibal was laid to rest a second time.
The aftermath
With only 360 acres for the war win remaining, the Bear elder patched everybody on the encrypted channel and gave orders to revisit Alexander the Great. A KT was set, and war orders were cascaded to each Bear talon. Exhausted from a near lack of sleep (and with his missus threatening to throw his laptop in the dustbin), the Bear elder signed off and the Bear army replenished their supplies. Unknown to them, Napoleon Bonaparte already planned his return from Elba and having discovered that World Domination was in a state of war, quickly mobilized his troops. Team Gold Leader woke up to find that a fair-sized chunk of his army was already overrun by the frenchmen. Crying foulplay, he ordered an eat-n-run at Napoleon’s retreating army taking out a couple of Napoleon’s troops. At 12:00H, the Bear elder got back online and nearly dropped his jaw with glee. Napoleon was hasty with his actions and forgot to notice that only 100k frenchies remained in his four thousand acre king! dom. Ordering a recalculation of data (click start->run->calc), the Bear elder knew that Napoleon’s fate is sealed. However, Napoleon was quick to retaliate from the initial airstrikes on French soil, and ordered his army to disrupt vital communication and supply lines at Sugar Bear’s army, killing hundreds of precious equipment. He created more damage by ordering 1,800 of Sugar Bears commies to the guillotine. In retaliation, Sugar and Polar Bear called forth another coordinated airstrike on Napoleon’s troops and since his army was still out, Napoleon’s fate was sealed. The last green line appeared on the B.I.A.T.C.H. screen and at 16:00H, almost 48 ticks before declaration, the Bears won the war.
by BladetheWicked
War Report – #17 vs. #45
War Report: #17 vs. #45
Having survived countless horrors of the 20th century in the form of drugged-up hippies and crazy scrapbook scribblers – not to mention the fabled millenium bug which apparently shouldn’t exist but nevertheless made life difficult for everyone – the mighty Decepticons emerged from the rubbles shaken but not beaten.
Under the iron-fisted rule of their courageous leader Megatron (and his loyal constructicon Bonecrusher) the Decepticons once again attained power reminiscent of their former glory. Peace came at last, but alas, the fierce warriors were not made to settle for the menial normality of machinery maintenance and lube abuse. They were made for war, and war it was to be. They toyed with the idea of naming the campaign a “pre-emptive strike in The War on Terror” but decided it was just not cool. They only had one thing in mind: world domination. and cheap beer. but that can wait.
Frantic preparations ensued as the blood-thirsty Decepticons scurried about, bristling with eagerness. Not everything went well. Ravage in his sleep-deprived-examination-prep state forgot to get barracks. Skyfire took a mental stroll as he deliberated over the cost-effectiveness of getting barracks, and came home a few minutes too late to secure guilds in time. In the meantime everyone (tried to) cross their shiny metallic fingers for #45 to remain in range. Nothing however, could stave off the fervent enthusiasm of the Decepticons, and nothing did.
While there wasn’t any plans to plan, planning nevertheless took place. 19:55 was set as the initial time for elven scouts to prepare the battlefields for what was to be the main strike at 22:55. Megatron thundered out battle orders before leaving on a quest for cheap beer. He left an ominous message: “I’ll be back…… (at 16:00)”
16:00 came and went, and there were no signs of Megatron. The rest of the cons sat around and twiddled their thumbs nervously, all the while glancing surrepticiously at #45′s ailing leader, Adolf Hitler as his breathing became increasingly laboured. Leaderless and out of patience, the cons started feeling sorry for themselves and reached once more for the lube. It was not until the daring Bonecrusher stepped up that the cons regained their focus. “We shall strike at 18:55,” he thundered, and sounded the war-horns. A wise decision it proved, for it was revealed later that Adolf Hitler accidentally shot himself in the throat hours earlier as his life slipped away in his hole of a bunker, alone and unknown to all.
The scouting-party – Soundwave and Bonecrusher (Buzzsaw was still intoxicated from too much cheap beer) fired the first shots. The target was the mammoth Leonidas I who was rumoured to have skin of iron and ***** of steel. (jesus what do they feed you in sparta?) Indeed he proved well-defended, but his fate was sealed – he would be the first to fall. It wasn’t long before the scouting party exhausted their ammo and retreated to regain their stamina as they waited for the main strike-force to arrive.
Things were going well, the only resistance on behalf of the Earth elite was a feeble BC on the cons’ budding owl (this choice was to puzzle historians for aeons to come). However it was clear by then that something, somewhere was seriously amiss…
Where’s Megatron?!?
A vicious rumour began circulating that he in fact ran off with Lepel’s sister, but the Decepticons were not to be distracted by such awful thoughts. The main army joined the scounts on-time at 22:55 and unleashed their wrath upon the hapless earthlings. Leonidas I, proved in the end merely a brute with too much facial hair, as Quintessons struck a vicious blow to soften him up.
It wasn’t long before the mighty cons realised that enough homes (tents? iono) had been burnt, and left the eager Skyfire bewildered as he ran around looking for a place to dump his full load of ammunition. Bonecrusher was quick to point them in the right direction, as the rest of the firepower was diverted to the next target: Genghis Khan.
23:00ST: double kill. As the Decepticons surveyed the battlefield in satisfaction, Ravage and Quintessons felt safe enough to retreat to their sanctuaries and binge on their well-earnt supply of cheap beer. The war soon ended 2 hours later as King Arthur became the last to fall.
The triumphant Decepticons celebrated their victory with reservation. They congratulated themselves and divided the war-spoils, carrying home years of supplies of beer which as it turned out, didn’t last years at all. They drank, they slept and prayed in their sleep to the OrkfianGods for Megatron’s safe return.
And return safely he did, with heroic tales of escaping sabotage attempts, rendering him without internet access for the best part of the day. He may have missed the war, but his spirit will always be with his fellow Decepticons (for all the good that does).
Long Live Megatron! Long Live the Decepticons and may the age of no-crazy-hippies-and-weirdos-with-black-books last forever. Amen.
Final score
Gangsters 3 – 0 World Dominance
~ Halcyon #17
War report – Skirmishes
Top alli’s skirmishes,
a concise war report by Joe.
Pushed off the topspot by their quarrel with the Smurfs, the brave Jedi Defenders of the Karma Force concluded that the time had come to reclaim their place at the top. Bored by a long battle versus a certain Rusty Raven player who had claimed immortality with succes (raidkilling resulted in hurrying OOP and continued hitnrunning in the same tick at our poor 500 acre tribes) we needed new enemies to sharpen our lightsabres on.
Despite our weakened position, it was decided that a frontal assault could surprise our enemies and the scales might tip to our advantage. Guilds were built in the morning, hideouts and academies in the afternoon. A huge army of clerics was trained by Atanakin, an army that proved to be very effective later on in both dealing and absorbing damage.
The first KA was set at 19:55, target would be a #62 tribe. Simply sticking to the straightforward plans it was decided that the elder would be the first to go. Surviving the first tick, the death note appeared as a green line in our news at 23:03:51. After evading Atanakins sophisticated cleric army he fell to Bolle’s brute force assassins, who had become enraged by a pointless Blasphemical Crusade by Kelvin in a not so adorable style. An epitaph was sent to him by Atanakin after his reappearance as Light Elf:
“Here lies a great eagle chief,
a great mage though life was quite brief.
Since we hate paying guards
and prefer running yards,
we’re glad that he won’t go thief.”
#62 responded quite quickly on this kill. A lot of tribes appeared online and alot of tribes also converted to higher defensive standards. The ravens started a hitnrun campaign the next morning against poor Atanakin’s clerics, who would suffer heavily during this war. Quickly a Jedi Hunting Squad was formed to make them ravens pay. Greybacca was the first to profit from the defenseless birds.
The ravens suddenly changed plans by starting to raid Viceman Nute Gunray, a 4k acre Wood Elf that appeared to have only 40k citz left. When #17′s huge Raven (the despised Fat Tony, may he burn forever) joined in the raids, we got pretty annoyed since this seemed pretty much 2 alli’s vs 1 sleeping dude. Failing a kill on #62 in the night we used mp to keep Viceman alive until he would wake up by voiding ravens just before the tick and hunting them when possible.
At the point that Viceman was at 700 citz (after 5 raids, of which 3 were from #62), he was slapped a few dozen times and got woken up by the beeps of his computer. He logged in, was about to push the ‘release soldiers’ button but got raidkilled by the watchful [DN] Rem on a full semi-suicide. It appeared to be a very messy kill, where one #62 tribe started a DM serie on his own on him, while #17 had planned a KA on him in the next tick. #17 continued to op but #62′s ravens noticed the low citz and started their raiding spree to finish him.
Misunderstanding the causes of Vicemans death, we wanted revenge on #17. After some messaging it appeared that it actually was #17′s kill that #62 was interfering into, but at the time that this was clear it was too late for ‘Machine Gun Kelly’, a raven of considerable size who fell at 15:00:01. Though it seemed a bit unwise to start killing into the second alliance while warring the first alliance, we were outnumbered in the first place anyway and their mutual treating of Viceman required an answer without too much sophistication. Another Gangster fell at 20:00:01 by lack of t/m defence, John Gotti, a 5k Spirit.
The next morning, the original hitnrun campaign on Atanakin continued. My own tribe, a Light Elven one without defence, was also grabbed a few times by #51 ravens because it had grown too big by hunting #62′s ravens. When [DN] L missed the tick, his death note was signed though. His mod def was texted to Atan, who happened to be in the train, to optimize our grabbing spree on him.
After Atan’s grab, Jamzi was drawn out of her shower to be the second one. After that Bolle BC’ed and Joe grabbed as well, making this poor Raven 1600 acres lighter. With a KA planned at 10:00, his chances looked grim, but by releasing straight at the tick he managed to survive first, also thanks to his pretty strong turtlemode. At 13:00:01 Atan pulled the trigger though and sent a nice limerick in honour of L’s life and death, to put on his tombstone:
“This leader of ravens was cunning;
the speed of his movements was stunning.
But he fell like a brick
when his hit missed the tick,
else he would now still be hit and running.”
[DN] Rem continued the hitnrunning and clerics fell left and right, Atan was down to ML 32 at some point and started to consider himself useless, also since the #62 thieves had been arsoning him pretty 24/7 and he hadn’t slept that much either the past day. With the thieves reaching their 3000st home he built some GH and urged on permission to convert back since the credit crisis was striking his lands heavily.
A last kill was landed on #51′s raven on Joe’s request, since he kept grabbing his acres and making his ML drop while running next to no t/m defence, profiting in unacceptable ways from our occupation with the two top alliances. At 00:00:00 [PS] Bacardi Razz fell as third raven in our killing spree and the Jedi Defenders of the Karma Force decided that coping with the credit crisis was of fundamental importance now first.
Results:
- Still no top spot!
- 2 deaths in 2 top alli’s.
- One death amongst our own kin, by the combined efforts of them evil bastard Gangsters and Death Note Signers! Go kill eachother instead of letting us do all the work 
- A certain shared hatred for the raven kind.
See you next quarrel!
War report – The Death Note vs. The Styles
It was a sunny morning while the death note team lazed off staring into numbers and letters streaming down a large LCD screen. Yagami Light was being entertained by Amane Misa as L looked on while eating sweets. It was a fine day, that one was.
Near and Mello were playing with their owned toys, in fact Mello had built quite a large castle with dices. She looked up. There hung around was Ryuk with that stupid look he always had on. He was a Shinigami, or Death God. Rem Sat on the sofa behind Misa as she looked on at Mello playing with her dice castle. She was Shinigami too. Her skeletal frame was in contrast to Watari who was lazing beside her, reading the morning newspaper.
It was a normal day, everyone was happy, or they thought. Mogi Kanzo slumped in a corner reading something provocative, maybe a porn magazine? Well, he constantly eyed Light, waiting for the signal, to serve. Matsuda Tota leaned over.
“Hey! Whacha doing? Hey come on, stop being so secretive. Come help me with something” He looked quirkly at the magazine Kanzo was holding. Ukita Hirokaru entered the room. The room was really big. Big as those “director offices”, ones which were as large as an auditorium. The large LCD screen was being used. L had done himself busy by going on his favourite past time. (orkfia of course).
Suddenly Mikami Teru rushed in, face flushed and panting. Everyone looked to where he stood at the door. His cool complexion was totally lost.
“Ah…ahh…they’re, they’re here, it’s the Styles. They’re attacking the building!”
He slumped to the floor.
He clutched his sides. He was bleeding. Amane Misa rushed to his side and helped him onto a sofa as Rem brought first aid. She turned to Yagami and L
“This is not good, we’re barely prepared, we might lose this.”
Yagami and L didn’t give any emotion. “Our current defences will hold as we get prepared. Near and Matsuda Tota get the death notes.”
“Yes sir!” They both cried in unison. It was on. They had 4 hours before the wave of attacks began.
Amane Misa, L, Watari and Light rushed outside to fight the oncoming onslaught. The majority of the Styles alliance was more than our strongest resource. It was no good. We couldn’t take them one on one. It was just too great.
Then suddenly Watari and L was struck on their sides without warning. It wasn’t fatal, but it was enough to bring them out of service for a while. It was turning out not good. The Death Note team were quickly losing any hope of winning.
Matsuda Tota and Rem stood up. They were not taking anything of this bullshit. They rushed outside with his gun and her death note. They lashed out at the massive raven and Templar. They were the first major threat. But that wasn’t enough. The biggest threat was their 11K Undead, looking down from his eldership laughing at our struggle to survive.
Another big raven led the 2nd charge. This time, Mikami Teru rose from his failing state and fought on.
“No, I will not let me be a burden..” He charged head strong into the battle but was only flinged aside after a dangerous battle with their raven.
L smiled. He called out to Ryuk. “Oi, what’s that raven’s name?” The raven heared this and attempted to wack L but he missed the tick, so Rem took the chance and grabbed him. But it was short lived. Rem looked in horror as the raven took a bullet through a window. She looked out. There in the distant building camped Bolle who also took the chance. Rem cursed. This was the death note’s battle, no one else’s.
Ryuk chukled, he understood what going on. He told L and he threw the name over to Near, who wrote the name in the Death Note. Within moments, the raven fell to floor dead. The death note team’s moral increased. It was beginning to seem possible to put up a fight.
Amane Misa cried out in the corridors. She eyed the Mori Hai as she tried to look at him with her Shinigami eyes for his real name. The mori Hai was smarter than he seemed. He struck back at her first and knocked her out.
Yagami Light heared her cry and rushed to her aid. L was already at her side.
“It’s alright, you’ll be fine” L whispered. He stood up and pointed a finger to The mori. “Nobody harms my friend” He charged at the mori hai fists blazing. Bad move. Their leader, the massive undead, came into view, but it was too late. The undead swung his massive arms and wiped L out in one. Light looked on horrified. He rushed to help he was looked down by their elder. He backed off. L took repeated hits from their undead and mori hai. He looked like he wasn’t going to survive when Mogi rushed to Light’s side and whispered a name in his ear.
It was enough. It would take the two off L for a while. Light opened his Death Note and scribbled down their spirit’s name. He fell amidst a fight with Near and Watari. Their undead and mori looked at their fallen comrade. They backed off and leapt onto another level.
Light and Misa rushed to L’s side. He was badly beaten up was he was going to survive. Light cursed under his breath. They were taking too much damage. It was not going to last. He rushed after the Undead and Mori onto a different level. As he entered the level. A body was thrown in his direction. It was Mikami Teru. No. It was too much. They couldn’t take the Styles head on. He called down the stairs at the others.
“EVERYONE! BACK TO THE MAIN ROOM! IT WILL BE OUR LAST STAND!”
Amane Misa echoed his call “THIS WILL BE OUR LAST STAND!”
Everyone backed back into their Team room. Ryuk and a few others attended to the injured. L stood up admist being treated for damage to his body.
Mogi Kanzo and Near screamed out in horror “No! What are you doing?”
L merely replied with a quiet voice “I’m gonna get one more name”. “NO!” Mikami Teru yelled, panicking.
It was a small chance. But it was well worth fighting for. With this name, the Death Note team would win. Just one more name.
L stumbled out of the room, Yagami and Misa looking on with a worried face. No they had to do something to help him. They rushed after them, but Near held out a hand at Misa, “You must stay here, you’re our leader, we can’t lose you” She had tears in her eyes.
Near and Light rushed after L. They provided L with as much help possible by fending off the smaller threats but the massive undead and mori were no match for them. The mori fought with L, when suddenly Mikami Teru appeared. He smiled “I’m here to help my friend, that’s what friends do eh?” But it was useless. He was beaten by their undead.
But L wasn’t gonna give up. He got to his target. Their eagle. It was their weakest link but getting his name was gonna be difficult. He cast his spells upon eagle, but it wasn’t enough. Light cast his, but it also wasn’t enough.
He looked behind him. What he saw was to his surprise. The rest of the team was there. The eagle began to back off but the team surrounded him. L spoke. “He wouldn’t normally touch you. But you are the weakest link. I’m sorry but you have to fall.”
Misa screamed the eagle’s name. He flinched at the call of his name. He knew it was over. L brought out the death note and slowly wrote down the name. The eagle clutched at his chest. He screamed into his mind. It’s over… it’s over….
The Styles paused in horror, their last member fell. It was over, they were beaten. Their Mori Hai whispered to Yagami. “I’m surprise how you guys managed to fend us off. We have learnt a lot from you. It’s been an honour”
And then they were gone.
It was over. The death note team had won.
Misa cheered.
The rest cheered on as they began surveying their losses. Ryuk came into view and asked. “Hey, you guys, do you have any apples?”
They calculated the damage. Mikami Teru sighed from his sofa. “You know I would have been more prepared and could do more in the defending. But you know, nowadays, credits are short and one has to save and skip as much one can. You know the credit crunch yeah? Man it was hell hard to cope.”
~Noobisher
War report – The Smurfs vs. KP
After the devastation that KP wreaked on the unsuspecting smurf village the last time around, the smurfs were divided because of the loss of so many smurfs. There were those that wanted vengeance and others that just wanted to kill them. It tore the village apart and forced several smurfs to seek refuge in an other alliance and leaving their smurfways behind.
After a while the longing for the unity, those smurfs once had, became so great, that we took it upon ourselves to build a bigger and better village. We called it smurfcity. The Smurf society was growing each day and with that their extreme need for retribution also grew. Several new recruits also tired of the tyranny of the empire joined the rebelsmurfforce. And soon it was time to strike back at the empire……
After KP got their with enormous moonshipthingy out of the garage again (honestly cant you wash that thing once in a while), we decided it was time to act. The sudden impact from the past, all the bloodshed and innocent killings, all the terror and cruelty, all the weird pm’s and fast growing. It was to much for the smurfs. They needed to act and act fast. They had a great meal to plan the attackplan, 4 smurfs ate meat and 6 smurfs fish and 2 were absent.
After the meal they were all ready and converted to WM to start their campaign of liberation. This was only meant as the first strike, other races and alliances will rise up against the evil empire. We are the spark that ignites the fire. Hell will break loose this age and orkfia will be changed by the end of it.
After midnight the Smurfs emerged from their city to launch an attack on Grand Hoff Tarkin. His death was not a pretty one as the families of those he previously killed ravaged his body. After a short deliberation, we decided to take out Chew “one slap away” Biltes. It turns out that if you don’t slap him he doesn’t show up 
. Two down and the pre-emptive strike was almost finished!
The next morning the Smurfs woke up and surprisingly not with a good feeling at all. A strange illness had taken a hold over some of the smurfs. Even though some smurfs tried to fight the illness, longing for the dead of one more member of KP helped them hold on.
In particular that skywalker brat had to die. After beating young skywalker with a stick till he nearly died, he found a secret way out. After that most of the empire had converted and they weren’t up to anything good.
Grote Smurf was going downhill, the illness had nearly taken total control of him and soon he would slowly fade away. With his last strength, he commanded the smurfs once more into the breach. Greybacca suffered the last attempt on his life, but it was a futile one. Six smurfs were infected by the unknown virus and after not succeeding to kill Greybacca, Grote Smurf died.
While the smurfs did everything in their power to fight the disease, the evil empire struck with attacks from their moonshipthingy. Cowardly hitting us from above when we are at a vulnerable stage. We at least had the dignity to fight one on one, but KP’s cruelty and killingpower know no rules. Several smurfs died due to the curious disease and soon the entire smurfworld lay decimated. Hopefully the spark has been lit and the people will finally rise up to fight for their freedom and to once and for all end the cruelty of KP as was prophesised by some weirdo named SanZo.
Finally we have narrowed the reason we got sick down to two possible instigators. It could have been the fish they had before the fighting starts. Funny how 6 smurfs eat fish and die . But then again it could also be the filth on the moonshipthingy that seriously needs some cleaning fellas… Stop bombing “innocent” small blue people and get that thing cleaned.
Well there is nothing left to say. Actually there is, but somehow we need to build up our city, uhhh village, uuuuuu lets start with one mushroomhouse, again.
Smurfs 2 – KarmaPolice 0 – disease 6
Only one winner here, congratz Karma on your fine precision and cruelty. And we’ll meet again at the end of all things!
~Lepel
War report – KP vs. The Smurfs
A long long time ago, in a strategy game far, far away the KARMA POLICE dragons and their spirit ruled the game. They flew around in their moonshipthingy and wrought havoc to each and everyone in their way. One of alliances to suffer from the dragons’ bloodthirst were the Smurfs. Eyewitnesses describe the war as a “great moon engulfing their world into darkness”. Enraged by these dreadful events the little blue men vowed to to take revenge, and that the saga would continue in the next ages.
While the Smurfs nurtured their grudge, the great empire of KARMA POLICE succumbed to bureaucracy. They ruled through the ‘age of the useless comments’ and the ‘age of the many complaints’ but never again with the brute force they held under the rule of Queen Jamzidala. But the great and evil Queen arose once again and the great moonshipthingy soared through the skies once more. Things were looking up for the empire, though they had not yet reached their former glory, but they had neglected to keep an eye on the angry blue folk.
True to their word, in the dead of night the Smurfs conspired to take revenge on the evil empire. Without ever knowing what hit him, Grand Hoff Tarkin fell to vicious blue claws, and not long thereafter ChewBiltes lay slain beside him. Viceman Nute Gunray died peaceful as a result of old age, but that brought the total to three dead tribes, a great loss. The blue ones were not yet finished, but they failed to murder Atanakin Skywalker, who had awakened in time to save his life.
Gravely wounded, but greatly angered, the living inhabitants of the moonshipthingy decided it was time to exterminate the race of little blue men. From the consistency of bird droppings they had deduced that the Smurfs’ main attacker force consisted of four evil owls. Hence, they converted to war mode but kept a little thief def and declared war upon the Smurf nation, wondering if their blood would match their skincolour, and dead set on satisfying that curiosity.
The war was brutal. The first to fall was Grote Smurf, their elder, in an attempt to leave them leaderless. He survived the first KT by releasing troops into the wild just after the tick, but he lost on the third try. Having noticed that the big owls were KPs primary targets they suddenly all became devout and honest and built lots of churches and guard houses. These buildings, along with the release a sizable chunk of his army saved Kleine Smurf’s life.
Meanwhile an angry Ponda Bolla and Lukopi Skywalker found out that the inventions of the science department were broken. They stood before the walls of the Smurf tribes, but without their nifty little gadgets they did not have enough soldiers to scale them. Ponda Bolla vented his anger by changing his name to [KP] Freaking Out, as a testimonial to his annoyance. Kleine Smurf responded mockingly in kind by renaming to Bollebug Smurf.
With the blue birds of the night heavily turtled and bereft of their firepower the troops of the Empire abandoned their thievery defenses for more firepower. Clockwork Smurf, a raven, had proven to be an annoyance by BCing and HnRring two tribes, so he was the second to fall. Liking the taste of birdflesh, but judging the raven meat to be more spicy than owl meat it was decided that the second Smurf raven should die as well, to prevent possible future incidents. Psycho Smurf almost lived to tell, but was finally taken out by two vicious raids.
With only tough targets to choose from, it was decided to go for Peaceful Smurf, a Dark Elf, who was the least defended of them all, with 20% Guard Houses, but only 10% churches and ML35. BCs lowered his ML and destroyed all his guilds and he was left unable to cast selfspells. He might have lived, had he not previously razed all his markets, and run out of credits. Unable to rebuild his barren acres Peaceful Smurf fell in the dead of night.
The great and powerful Pierewiet succumbed to age, which left the smurfs with two very well defended owls and some badly defended smaller tribes. By now the Empire had satisfied their curiosity – their blood is red, and they taste just like chicken – and they wished for this war to be over. Flying Smurf and Reborn Smurf were disposed of, and after 41 hours of warring KARMA POLICE emerged victorious.
The moonshipthingy took off, leaving the scorched Smurf lands behind, finally able to lay their dead to rest after having taken revenge. Yet, they did not exterminate the entire race of Smurfs, so undoubtedly in the future the little blue folk will once again attempt to slaughter the soldiers of the Empire.
Final score: KP 6 – Smurfs 2
~Atan
War Report – #125 Vs. #14
WAR #2 (125 vs. 14)
After our fresh win with the Spartans 14 hours after we declare them, a rather fortunate event takes place during that war. A measly alliance interfered in our war and was able to steal our prey. And I mentioned in our previous war report…WE ARE PISSED.
And because of that, a gathering of the Wheel was called upon once again by order of the Elder Machin Shin (the dreaded Eater of Souls) to all the warriors that thirsts for honor and revenge. Those who responded to his call are Lanfear the Forsaken Owl, Band of the Red Hand the Wise Owl, Betrayer of Hope the Evil Mori Hai, Syrax Blood Bane the Red Raven, Darkhound the Beast the HellDog and Moraine Damodred the brave Aes Sedai.
A battle plan was set according to each tribe’s skills in battle, it was conceived with the combined tactical prowess of Lanfear and the Band of the Red Hand. All warriors are eager to test their mettle against an enemy that has bigger land and powerful armies, but we have the advantage of surprise attack and prepared artillery.
Team Alpha consists of Band of the Red Hand, Moraine Damodred and Betrayer of Hope, a team of pure thievery skills. They are tasked to burn the homes of [SAGRES]ColD 13, a Brittonian powerhouse with several thieves guarding its territory.
Team Bravo consists of Lanfear, Syrax BloodBane, Darkhound the Beast and Machin Shin. And they need to take down a powerful beast, [SAGRES]E BOA a dragon that, if not killed will create tremendous delay in our campaign. Our Warlord believed this to be harder to kill so he invested much more offensive power to burn this beast.
Then Machin Shin lighted the signal that we are officially at war, his Warlord Lanfear usually is the one lighting the signal but today our Elder wants revenge and he personally lighted the signal…all warriors with his army gathered to his specified teams and gearing up for the offensive all pumped up for blood and gore.
A foggy dawn greeted us as we march to the territorial plains of the enemy, they didn’t see us coming! The two teams synchronized their attacks with the two fearsome enemies. Team Alpha showed no mercy by going all out with army of thieves burning homes and building structures of the enemy. They should pay to what they did to us. [SAGRES]ColD 13 did not expect this happening to him while he is sleeping. Band of the Red Hand came like a wolf of the night with thieves baring their teeth and eyes of fire, Betrayer of Hope instilled fear and chaos to those who dare challenged his army. Though Moraine Damodred was not present that time, Lanfear the forsaken came as her substitute of ravaging the lands and poisoning the waters of the enemy. After burning of homes and citizens died, it was finished when our mages casted several Fireballs that came from the sky, in one tick his tribe went silent. And Darkhound the Beast gave the final blow.
At the same moment, Team Bravo was unleashing the fires of hell as well. Our Elder casted some Dragon Mages that took a lot of the enemies’ homes and Darkhound the Beast casted lots of fireballs that drilled holes in the ground and Lanfear’s infamous Thieves Corp exceeded their expectations by pushing their skills to the limits of burning both targeted tribes. Though the Alliance failed to kill the dragon in one tick, Lanfear and Band of the Red Hand kept going at him with skirmishes and arson. Finally, Moraine Damodred arrived at the war scene with full army and provisions for both Lanfear and Band of the Red Hand who are already exhausted and empty. This lifted their spirit and the war continues!
Moraine Damodred unleashed all of her thievery might to the battle hardened dragon along with Lanfear and Band of the Red Hand. They attacked and attacked and attacked and the dragon still lived! Band of the Red Hand is already hurting and exhausted but his spirit is unwavering, but his body has to rest. He left the battlefield after the two remaining tribes promised him victory. The two tribes gazed their eyes on the enemy, and ran towards it. Moraine and Lanfear sent their thieves again to pillage the tribe, when they finished the pillaging and believed to have destroyed enough homes, Moraine Damodred casted Fireballs to finish the last of the Dragon’s citizens.
After 3 hours of warring the #14 SAGRES Clan, we won the war. Even though we haven’t killed the kill stealer on their Alliance because he went to Vacation Mode right after he stole our kill, and managed to save himself from the onslaught that we could’ve done to him, he save himself but not his alliance, a good move for an Elder.
And don’t say we didn’t warn you…
