Mar 30th 2023, 11:25:54
On the evening of 3/29/23 an unexpected spectacle occurred. This is that story.
The IRC chat was quiet, and it was about WarChat time for the evil empire. Approximately 45 minutes prior, Black Hole and his crew of legends took down another evil empire member. Black Hole was the one who notched the kill, and this happened to be his second kill of the day (and third in 2 days). These facts surely aggravated the belligerents of the Evil Empire. But is anymore aggravation necessary for them to hate Black Hole at maximum strength? Likely not.
As the Evil Empire WarChat started popping off, we all laughed. They were once again hitting a sub 500k NW target. It happened to be another JL target. This kill run brought the hits on JL up to an eye popping ~7600. If you were to ascertain the threat level of a target based on how much attention they receive, JL is clearly the biggest target in this war.
Black Hole, being the great leader that he is, decided he was going to put his body in front of the next bullet. So he took to IRC, and did what he does best. He incites. He incited hatred, fear, anger, and rage. He asked for his country to be killed again. He mocked the Evil Empire. Jokes were flying faster than a speed attack from JL (which is extremely fast). But there was no response. It seemed the attempted provocation was falling on deaf ears. Or, the big brains in the Empire were too busy attempting to read the hieroglyphics known as their GHQ site, and were looking for help translating the weird characters, but all their children that knew how to read were already in bed.
It seemed, for a fleeting moment, that greatness was not due to Black Hole this night. Until, in an instant, a flurry of attacks came. And it was a glorious flurry. As they arrived, all Black Hole could do is celebrate. Celebrate his victory. He would meet death, for an 8th time, this night. He continued to mock the Empire in IRC chat as the flurry of attacks peppered him. But, as they continued to come, Black Hole realized something. His skills had developed significantly over this war. Not only was he online and ready for this attack, he was unafraid. He was unphased. He was CALM. Like Neo in the Matrix, he could finally see clearly. The attacks came in, and he knew exactly what to do. So he tabbed over to his browser and he got to work.
Now you may be thinking at this point 'big deal, he's going to buy up'. But that's not what happened. You see, Black Hole was on his 7th version of a country. And he has also been extremely active in killing, so his country wasn't exactly in tip top shape. At the beginning of the attack, he had a NW in the neighborhood of 500k, with just 100k troops and made 50k turrets. It was hardly a defense. But - he got to work anyway. Any defenses held, any turns wasted, would be an accomplishment. So he sold food and bought turrets. Attacks failed. Then they came again. He sold all his jets, bought up again. More fails. But then they kept coming. It was getting late, and he knew the end was near. Time to sell troops and go down in a blaze of glory. More fails. This was taking awhile. Spy attempts came, with more fails there. They were clearly struggling with this unexpected, but glorious, defense. The timing of the buy ups was perfect, and the Empire kept becoming flummoxed. Finally they got their new spy reports and switched to troops, clearly seeing the way the defense had unraveled. Black Hole saw it coming a mile away. And he was ready. Time to sell some turrets. Buy troops. More fails. Let's keep it going. Small buys, some fails. It was getting close though.
As darkness was falling on the 7th incarnation of Black Hole, he decided to go to the main page and admire his country one last time. Just then, something happened. A new alert. Someone is sending a relation request. Who is that? Black Hole accepted. Perhaps a friend wanted to lend morale support in his last minutes.
And then, suddenly, the shroud of darkness over Black Holes empire is pierced. A beaming light in the form of an FA package has arrived. And it has arrived from a friend in LaF. As it arrives, in the air I hear 'fvck the darkness, we are the light, viva la resistance'.
The attacks fail. And continue to fail. The onslaught has been repelled. The Empire has no hope to crack the defenses sent by the brothers in LaF.
This aid was most unexpected to the Empire, it would seem, as they believed that LaF simply used The Resistance as blood bags. A resource. From the outside, looking in, it would seem that LaF only cared about their own and were content with letting others die on their behalf. What the Empire didn't know is that the relationship between The Resistance and LaF was far more developed and sophisticated than it appeared. The Resistance understood their role in this war, and they happily marched to the front lines and did what needed to be done. They understood that they were the most qualified to live in the blood. They understood that death breeds inactivity in some. And that they had the fortitude to resurrect over and over again, undeterred from the constant death. They understood that they were purpose built for this mission. Almost as if they were designed in a lab to do exactly this. And so this is what they do.
But today was not a day that another Resistance member would fall. Today was a day of greatness and glory, and salty salty tears. Today was the day that the Evil Empire learned they have a much bigger problem on their hands then they realized. The Resistance and LaF are not simply on the same side of a war. They are brothers in war.
As the FA package arrived, the Evil Empire pathetically turned to spy ops and missile warfare to attempt to finish off Black Hole. Nukes, EMs, Chems, Bioterrorism, Revolutions - you name it, the Empire attempted it. Black Hole shrugged them all off, like a horses tail swatting the flies on it's back.
As the night began, Black Hole was a fiesty 500kNW country with limited resources and a big heart. As the night ended, a legend was made and Black Hole had blossomed into a 6.5m NW powerhouse.
Black Hole survived with a small, but defiant, population.
This is the story of Defying the Grim Reaper.
The IRC chat was quiet, and it was about WarChat time for the evil empire. Approximately 45 minutes prior, Black Hole and his crew of legends took down another evil empire member. Black Hole was the one who notched the kill, and this happened to be his second kill of the day (and third in 2 days). These facts surely aggravated the belligerents of the Evil Empire. But is anymore aggravation necessary for them to hate Black Hole at maximum strength? Likely not.
As the Evil Empire WarChat started popping off, we all laughed. They were once again hitting a sub 500k NW target. It happened to be another JL target. This kill run brought the hits on JL up to an eye popping ~7600. If you were to ascertain the threat level of a target based on how much attention they receive, JL is clearly the biggest target in this war.
Black Hole, being the great leader that he is, decided he was going to put his body in front of the next bullet. So he took to IRC, and did what he does best. He incites. He incited hatred, fear, anger, and rage. He asked for his country to be killed again. He mocked the Evil Empire. Jokes were flying faster than a speed attack from JL (which is extremely fast). But there was no response. It seemed the attempted provocation was falling on deaf ears. Or, the big brains in the Empire were too busy attempting to read the hieroglyphics known as their GHQ site, and were looking for help translating the weird characters, but all their children that knew how to read were already in bed.
It seemed, for a fleeting moment, that greatness was not due to Black Hole this night. Until, in an instant, a flurry of attacks came. And it was a glorious flurry. As they arrived, all Black Hole could do is celebrate. Celebrate his victory. He would meet death, for an 8th time, this night. He continued to mock the Empire in IRC chat as the flurry of attacks peppered him. But, as they continued to come, Black Hole realized something. His skills had developed significantly over this war. Not only was he online and ready for this attack, he was unafraid. He was unphased. He was CALM. Like Neo in the Matrix, he could finally see clearly. The attacks came in, and he knew exactly what to do. So he tabbed over to his browser and he got to work.
Now you may be thinking at this point 'big deal, he's going to buy up'. But that's not what happened. You see, Black Hole was on his 7th version of a country. And he has also been extremely active in killing, so his country wasn't exactly in tip top shape. At the beginning of the attack, he had a NW in the neighborhood of 500k, with just 100k troops and made 50k turrets. It was hardly a defense. But - he got to work anyway. Any defenses held, any turns wasted, would be an accomplishment. So he sold food and bought turrets. Attacks failed. Then they came again. He sold all his jets, bought up again. More fails. But then they kept coming. It was getting late, and he knew the end was near. Time to sell troops and go down in a blaze of glory. More fails. This was taking awhile. Spy attempts came, with more fails there. They were clearly struggling with this unexpected, but glorious, defense. The timing of the buy ups was perfect, and the Empire kept becoming flummoxed. Finally they got their new spy reports and switched to troops, clearly seeing the way the defense had unraveled. Black Hole saw it coming a mile away. And he was ready. Time to sell some turrets. Buy troops. More fails. Let's keep it going. Small buys, some fails. It was getting close though.
As darkness was falling on the 7th incarnation of Black Hole, he decided to go to the main page and admire his country one last time. Just then, something happened. A new alert. Someone is sending a relation request. Who is that? Black Hole accepted. Perhaps a friend wanted to lend morale support in his last minutes.
And then, suddenly, the shroud of darkness over Black Holes empire is pierced. A beaming light in the form of an FA package has arrived. And it has arrived from a friend in LaF. As it arrives, in the air I hear 'fvck the darkness, we are the light, viva la resistance'.
The attacks fail. And continue to fail. The onslaught has been repelled. The Empire has no hope to crack the defenses sent by the brothers in LaF.
This aid was most unexpected to the Empire, it would seem, as they believed that LaF simply used The Resistance as blood bags. A resource. From the outside, looking in, it would seem that LaF only cared about their own and were content with letting others die on their behalf. What the Empire didn't know is that the relationship between The Resistance and LaF was far more developed and sophisticated than it appeared. The Resistance understood their role in this war, and they happily marched to the front lines and did what needed to be done. They understood that they were the most qualified to live in the blood. They understood that death breeds inactivity in some. And that they had the fortitude to resurrect over and over again, undeterred from the constant death. They understood that they were purpose built for this mission. Almost as if they were designed in a lab to do exactly this. And so this is what they do.
But today was not a day that another Resistance member would fall. Today was a day of greatness and glory, and salty salty tears. Today was the day that the Evil Empire learned they have a much bigger problem on their hands then they realized. The Resistance and LaF are not simply on the same side of a war. They are brothers in war.
As the FA package arrived, the Evil Empire pathetically turned to spy ops and missile warfare to attempt to finish off Black Hole. Nukes, EMs, Chems, Bioterrorism, Revolutions - you name it, the Empire attempted it. Black Hole shrugged them all off, like a horses tail swatting the flies on it's back.
As the night began, Black Hole was a fiesty 500kNW country with limited resources and a big heart. As the night ended, a legend was made and Black Hole had blossomed into a 6.5m NW powerhouse.
Black Hole survived with a small, but defiant, population.
This is the story of Defying the Grim Reaper.