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[Simoneer]

Well... I ignore the hologram, and enter with my indesctructible armor of doom (tm).

I build a big pool filled with Coca Cola.

[Yes Or Nay]

Originally Posted by Simoneer

Well... I ignore the hologram, and enter with my indesctructible armor of doom (tm).

I build a big pool filled with Coca Cola.

I am veeery thirsty so I drink it all. To the last drop.

I build the Spanish Inquisition!

[The Bard]

Wow, I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition...
Anyway, I use the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch to clear the place out, and go on to build the Knights who say: NI!



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NI!

[Pellaeon]

For the knights, it seemed fun for the first and the second day to always say: "NI!", but later they realized that it's not that fun and they rather went back to a local internet café to download and upload games from and to Abandonia.

I land on the hill with my Fokker D.VII to have lunch, but I am planning to fly away soon, it seems that there's quite a big unrest in the area.

[Danny252]

I get hungry and decide that Fokker makes a good lunch for me.

I have my corp from EVE camp the hill in Mining Barges - watch out for them strip miners, bitchez

[Pellaeon]

Revenging the loss of my D.VII, I order my Star Destroyer (Yes, I'm a SW fan) to fire at the barges, out from their weapons range. When all mining barges are destroyed, a wreckrecycler collects the remaining ores and from the profit I build an office for Abandoned Times, where the most active visitor is the still active hologram.

[El Quia]

There is a power surge and the hologram short-circuit. Everything goes up in flames.

I build a nice resort with a dark past.

[Yes Or Nay]

It's dark past catches up with the resort and Wookie pillagers raid the place. Afterwards they rig the place with explosives, detonate them and lastly, eat the remaining rubbish. Satisfied with their work, they go gamblin' to Las Vegas.

I build a talking chair named Frank.

[Pellaeon]

The talking chair had a really bad personaly. When a bad-tempered lumberjack wanted to rest on the chair, the chair eventually said: Hey you ***-****! Get your *** off!
After hearing all these censorable things, our lumberjack used his axe, chopped Frank into several smaller logs and sold him. Tough luck.

I put a notepad with my dedication there, for grabs.

[El Quia]

The wind blows it away.


I build a garden of dead roses.