yea, but with a sequal, it would mean a new metaverse, and also a lot more new people playing the game. a lot of people have grown tired of playing GalCiv, and there arent many new players joining the metaverse now.
with GalCiv2, it would be a fresh start, a new metaverse, everyone would have low scores, all empires would still be small, and there would be new people coming into the metaverse on a daily basis -kinda like how this place was back in May 2003.
      
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Hey Bakka - you missed the Centurions in your trawl round the empire threads.....
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Thanks Hairy 
Found it at this cool site late one night, i laughed so hard i had to share it.  Link
   
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Kendis Dai >>> thanks for the site, i like it.
Bakka >>> have fun on your holiday.
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| If at first you don't succeed, shouldn't you try doing it like your wife told you to? |
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#474
by Veteran Gerakken - 5/20/2004 10:31:43 PM
Gerakken quietly boards the Terror Star of Evil. Security was non-existant and cob webs lined the corridor. After carefully walking along a pre-set path to avoid the many traps that he encounterd before in these little used back entrances, the normally stealthy and agile Spymaster trips one. A mousetrap snaps shut around Gerakken's booted foot.
"Hmmm. No anti-matter dart trap this time I see," Gerakken says out loud knowing that some Evil Ones have to know they have guests by now and are watching him.
From a side corridor comes a noisy shuffle and some surprised expressions of "Huh?, What?, Who's there!" and Fulgrymm comes storming out carrying a rolled-up alien porn mag.
"Distracted during guard duty, Evil One?", Gerakken casually asks.
"Oh, it would be you. It has been a while since you last showed up. Just that someone dropped these off one day and said alien porn was evil and I just had to take a look. I just use it to swat the occasional rodents the mousetraps don't get in the hallways now."
Bakka then flies in, vigilantly looking for a good intruder to tear limb from limb. "Him again. Figures. We just can't seem to keep him out. May as well make yourself at home, you always do."
"What happened to the anti-matter darts that took out everything in the force fielded passage and the teleporters that dumped the unwary into the power core in the center of the terror star?", Gerakken curiously asked.
Hairy was the last to come running to the silent alarm triggered by the mouse trap and provided the answer to the overheard question. "The teleporters require a lot of power and we are running a bit low on fuel so we had to turn them off, and the last of the darts annihilated the last group of Torian slaves that tried to escape. We just had to make due with what we had left. 'Tis sad times indeed."
"Well, if you will excuse me, I have a sore foot I need to tend to. That sure is a pretty mean mouse trap," as Gerakken lifts his boot to remove the offending trap.
"Ah, yes, Torian Toe Breakers," Hairy proudly proclaimed. "Efficient and very economical. In these lean times, we got to make do with what we can."
"But the Meta will once again hear us screech!," as Bakka let out a loud set of screeches that echoed through the nearly empty corridors. The others could only cover their ears in pain as Gerakken quickly turned on the noise dampeners he was wearing inside his ears and realized it would be a good time for a quick exit. The Spymaster slinked back to where he came in at and left a note behind. It said: "Best of luck in continuing to bring organized evil to all the Metaverse. Keep your chins up and keep the evil coming. Until next time, Evil Ones."
  
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