cjh92101
Senior Citizen
I am truly honored. Yesterday I may have lost my only town, I may have been the first in this world to do so, yet I still I consider it a great personal victory.
For I thought that I was no one; merely insignificant in the world of Grepolis and yet I drew the challenge of the best and I take that challenge to mean that I was seen as the greatest of threats, which must be dispatched immediately. And although I was defeated, I was defeated by the greatest Grepolis champion in the history of all Grepolis ages. Not only a skilled and courageous warrior, a brilliant tactician, the most convincing of diplomats, but a gentleman above all else.
For I thought I could hide from this fate and live the life of a peaceful gold trader. I tried distancing myself from the core of my alliance (by several hours by the fastest of transports) to avoid such unwanted battles, but alas, as great hunters do, the great warrior sought me out, found me and spawned immediately next to me. Whilest I was distracted in other realms by Large Temples, World Wonders and the impending battle for domination, the inescapeable rival had quickly and quietly amassed 3 cities on my island, some as much as 3 times the size of my own; one could only stand brave as David did when facing Goliath.
The internal debate between building offense or defense was agonizing. So many non revolt attacks had me believing this was going to be a conquest world and those damn bandit camps kept killing my backsnipe!
The irony was not lost as narcissism ran rampant through the streets of my unscrupulous town for days on end. The stone hail raining from the skies every 30 minutes was devastating upon an already demoralized town; and every time a neophyte hoplite could be trained, the lone brave warrior faced an army of 700 slingers.
His persistence rivals only his strategy. The wrath I faced from my alliance nearly led to courtmartial when the tutorial quest slow transports were destroyed by a second wave of attacks nearly 8 seconds after the clearing waves. The timing so great even the bottiest of botters was impressed.
The breaking of the level 4 cave was perhaps the straw that broke the camel’s back. Truly a stroke of genius. For without that protection from the fog of war, how could one hide the fact that support was coming in by slow transport and in some cases bireme tutorial quest? “Pick a time and stack” could not be accomplished so far from allies and this fact could not be hidden long against skillful cavebreaking plays.
But as a true gentleman fighter would do, this great adversary showed mercy as well, refusing to farm favor and took no loot during his hundred visits. The bandits on the island should be grateful that he not show them a thing or two!
There was to be no shaking of hands at midfield, for this adversary was all business. The typically silver tongued diplomat was speechless (perhaps for the first time ever) and left this mouth breather’ attempts at communication left on read.
The dream of a glorious Library and an all knowing Oracle is lost to the world, but alas, I have learned the greatest of lessons which no library can hold: humility.
I am truly humbled and consider it an honor to have had the opportunity to be challenged by the absolute, no questions asked, best there is, best there was and best there ever will be. I hereby concede all my crowns and artifacts and may I herunto the end of time be known as to minilopsuchia or microlopsuchia in a small homage towards the only player in this game that I, or any of you could ever aspire to be like.
For I thought that I was no one; merely insignificant in the world of Grepolis and yet I drew the challenge of the best and I take that challenge to mean that I was seen as the greatest of threats, which must be dispatched immediately. And although I was defeated, I was defeated by the greatest Grepolis champion in the history of all Grepolis ages. Not only a skilled and courageous warrior, a brilliant tactician, the most convincing of diplomats, but a gentleman above all else.
For I thought I could hide from this fate and live the life of a peaceful gold trader. I tried distancing myself from the core of my alliance (by several hours by the fastest of transports) to avoid such unwanted battles, but alas, as great hunters do, the great warrior sought me out, found me and spawned immediately next to me. Whilest I was distracted in other realms by Large Temples, World Wonders and the impending battle for domination, the inescapeable rival had quickly and quietly amassed 3 cities on my island, some as much as 3 times the size of my own; one could only stand brave as David did when facing Goliath.
The internal debate between building offense or defense was agonizing. So many non revolt attacks had me believing this was going to be a conquest world and those damn bandit camps kept killing my backsnipe!
The irony was not lost as narcissism ran rampant through the streets of my unscrupulous town for days on end. The stone hail raining from the skies every 30 minutes was devastating upon an already demoralized town; and every time a neophyte hoplite could be trained, the lone brave warrior faced an army of 700 slingers.
His persistence rivals only his strategy. The wrath I faced from my alliance nearly led to courtmartial when the tutorial quest slow transports were destroyed by a second wave of attacks nearly 8 seconds after the clearing waves. The timing so great even the bottiest of botters was impressed.
The breaking of the level 4 cave was perhaps the straw that broke the camel’s back. Truly a stroke of genius. For without that protection from the fog of war, how could one hide the fact that support was coming in by slow transport and in some cases bireme tutorial quest? “Pick a time and stack” could not be accomplished so far from allies and this fact could not be hidden long against skillful cavebreaking plays.
But as a true gentleman fighter would do, this great adversary showed mercy as well, refusing to farm favor and took no loot during his hundred visits. The bandits on the island should be grateful that he not show them a thing or two!
There was to be no shaking of hands at midfield, for this adversary was all business. The typically silver tongued diplomat was speechless (perhaps for the first time ever) and left this mouth breather’ attempts at communication left on read.
The dream of a glorious Library and an all knowing Oracle is lost to the world, but alas, I have learned the greatest of lessons which no library can hold: humility.
I am truly humbled and consider it an honor to have had the opportunity to be challenged by the absolute, no questions asked, best there is, best there was and best there ever will be. I hereby concede all my crowns and artifacts and may I herunto the end of time be known as to minilopsuchia or microlopsuchia in a small homage towards the only player in this game that I, or any of you could ever aspire to be like.
