[SPOILERS] PB20 Lurker Thread of Perfect Hindsight

[Boldly Going Nowhere]

So Seven offered and then accepted an Open Borders deal, and then got upset when Parkin scouted in his lands? This isn't something to freak out about, imo. I don't see the game in the same light as some people above, but if someone accepts OB with me I'm assuming they're not going to go apeshit if I enter their territory because that's, like, what the deal does.

(Obviously, Seven is free to declare and kill units he doesn't like, but freaking out about a peaceful double move is not called for here, and just biased against LP's history and also biased against good reporting since lurkers wouldn't know it was happening otherwise.)

In a vacuum, yes. Combined with the multiple logins per turn and never knowing whether the units as you see them will be where you see them next (ie, he's played some but hasn't moved everything and will probably move stuff after you regardless), I can easily see this being a problem and a cause of great frustration for other players. When I'm contemplating the state of the battlefield, so to speak, I need to weigh the cost of any decision with the value of the information that I have available. Against LP, it seems you NEVER have complete information, because even the units you see in front of you are uncertain because you really don't know if he has finished moving for the turn, even after he has "played". This is patently unfair.

I think what Seven intended from OB is trade routes for both players and nothing more, and certainly NOT scouting of his territory. This is pretty basic. If you have a scout on my border and offer OBs and I decline, either I don't want the routes or for you to scout me, or both. If your scout goes away and I counteroffer OBs, I must want the trade routes, so accept if this is agreeable to you. If you then double move me to scout my land before I have a chance to prevent you from doing so, I'm going to be pissed and will probably do basically what Seven has done, pitch a fit and kill the units. And I would feel completely justified in being upset/annoyed/however Seven is feeling here.

I don't want to dump on LP here, I think he's a nice guy and a tenacious opponent who can't help but do everything possible to improve his in-game position. But it must be terribly frustrating to play against an opponent like this and, as much as I like to win, it's more important to have fun and not ruin the game for other people (until hammer time, but even then don't double move).

[Caledorn]

Would it be an idea to tell LP something along the lines of what you have written, BGN?

[Boldly Going Nowhere]

Would it be an idea to tell LP something along the lines of what you have written, BGN?

I'm not keen on being the one to do it. He's playing half the civs around me in PB18 and could organize a no diplo dogpile pretty easily.

[MindyMcCready]

LP's had hundreds of angry posts in his and other threads about his rule bending and double-moving. He's also had years to contemplate the reaction that his "playstyle" generates. One more post, no matter how well laid out, is not going to change his behaviour.

BGN's post about the battlefield is spot on. If you see a chariot next to your borders with a player having ended turn you expect it to have 2-moves not 3. LP abuses this horribly.

Given that Seven's a bit behind in this game and might be out of contention with Mackoti in there,....an always war game with Seven might be the best medicine for him. And the most fun for us to watch.

[spacetyrantxenu]

Mindy calls for blood. News at eleven.

(I'm not saying you're wrong, btw).

[MindyMcCready]

Mindy calls for blood. News at eleven.

(I'm not saying you're wrong, btw).

:LOL:

The only question is how best to fan the flames!

Think this would do it?

There once was a gent named Parkin,
Who thought rule bending was awe-some.
He logged in all times of day,
And scouted your lands when you looked away.
When you grew angry and gruff,
He said, WTF!
It's PitBoss you nut!
I can play this my way.

[spacetyrantxenu]

Looks like a topic fit for a Limerick battle.

There once was a guy from Nantucket
Who logged in to play and said....
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah what a ruckus.

[MindyMcCready]

Looks like a topic fit for a Limerick battle.

Yeah, it's happening in Seven's thread already.

One to fan LP's flames.

Spirits Seven circled the air.
Which way they went they did not care.
You asked if you could pass,...
They uttered open borders at last.

When pass you did,
They called you a pig!
And the chorus chant was sang
By the usual gang.
We say you must play,
At the same time each day!

[novice]

Ah, memories. Time for another WW game soon?

Zakofonix was surprised to see so many people crowding the village square. Usually, almost no-one showed up for his weekly poetry recitals; they were even less popular than the sermons of Father Tryx.

Today, the square was teeming with villagers. Many of them were talking excitedly (arguing, even); Zakofonix felt suddenly nervous in the face of such high expectations. After all, he had grown accustomed to somewhat poor reception. Feedback in the form of eggs and tomatoes was not unheard of, and a common conclusion of his performances---particularly if Domeena, the Father's youngest daughter, was present---was a firm gag and rigid hogtie.

As he climbed a barrel of tar (his usual podium), his nervousness turned to panic as he realized he hadn't actually prepared anything. He froze, but it was too late to back out gracefully. He was already drawing the crowd's attention; people were pre-emptively covering their ears, the blacksmith started banging furiously on his anvil, while Domeena drew a sharp breath and expectantly eyed the coils of ropes stacked over by the stables.

For a moment, the *BANG*s and *CLANG*s from the blacksmith were all that broke the silence. Rather than writing poetry, Zakofonix had spent the previous night enjoying wine and biscuits with the Innkeeper's daughter---and they quickly ran out of biscuits. In his growing desperation,
the memory of last night was a pleasant but ultimately unwelcome distraction. Then, inspiration (of sorts) struck.

He cleared his throat.

*ahem*... *BANG*.... *CLANG*

There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose *BANG* was so long he could *CLANG* it
And he said with a grin
As he wiped off his chin
If my ear were a *CLANG* I would *BANG* it

A stunned silence followed. Apparently, the villagers had expected something a little more... high-brow. They did not know how to react to this new style of poetry, but before they could decide, fate intervened. The lid of the barrel that was supporting Zakofonix gave in, and he promptly fell into a pool of tar. That brought a roar of laughter from the villagers, which didn't abate when the Innkeeper, enraged for previously alluded to reasons, came storming out of the crowd and kicked the barrel into the chicken pen of Farmer Cull. Covered in tar and feathers, and hailed by a storm of mocking laughter, Zakofonix stumbled off.

As poetry recitals went, he was prepared to call it a success.

[spacetyrantxenu]

Points for today are hereby apportioned to novice, to be evenly split with Zak. See you tomorrow everyone!