War declaration: -SF- contra PAŞA, TND and LAT „World War I“

    <b>Marmor III</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] VS <b>GALAMER</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] (L: 3162.4)

    <b>Marmor III</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] VS <b>GALAMER</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] (L: 1760.8)

    <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] VS <b>Polis</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] (L: 1309.6)

    <b>Marmor III</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] VS <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] (L: 1660.2)

    <b>Marmor III</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] VS <b>GALAMER</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] (L: 1254.8)

    <b>CLOYKE</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] VS <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] (L: 101)

    <b>CLOYKE</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] VS <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] (L: 101)

    <b>CLOYKE</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] VS <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] (L: 101)

    <b>CLOYKE</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] VS <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] (L: 101)

    <b>CLOYKE</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] VS <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] (L: 101)

    <b>CLOYKE</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] VS <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] (L: 101)

    <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] VS <b>Polis</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] (L: 25)

    <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] VS <b>Polis</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] (L: 40)

    <b>ISXAXES</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] VS <b>Polis</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] (L: 25)

    <b>Marmor III</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] VS <b>Polis</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] (L: 30)

    <b>CLOYKE</b> şehrinden Inspector[PAŞA] VS <b>Polis</b> şehrinden Hannibal[-SF-] (L: 25)

    Quote from kadir

    bu eleman baya sıkıntılı bi tip kadir, kendi kendine gelin-güvey oluyor, yazıp çiziyor, hikaye falan yazıyor, sonrasında karşılık görünce ortalıktan kayboluyor. büyük ihtimal ile karşılık verdiğiniz için ortalıktan kayboldu yine korkak herif :D benden bir çok kez kaçtı, sizden de kaçıyordur :)

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    this guy is a very troubled type kadir, he comes and goes on his own, writes, draws, writes stories, etc., then disappears when he sees a response. most likely he disappeared because you responded to him, again the coward :D he's run away from me many times, he's probably running away from you too :)


    They just like running away when they see an army against them. We just see palms when we get to their islands and in our islands :) Also the moderator of this chat does not allow our battle reports to share :)

    As it should be, I am excited about your reports. If you got some wins against us, I will gratulate in advance. In our empire, there has been no reported cases of Vmod during a combat yet.


    I can only speak for me as a person. I was never attacked yet in this war, despite being the leader of the enemy alliance. This war is almost 3 weeks old. This night, I got a new island neighboor, a loneplayer, never on my radar yet, who obviously randomly sent out one hoplite and a gyrocopter. Got nothing, no big deal. Seems to be an integer person. And this maverick is literally the only one who visited me, even though it was seemingly only a saying hello by him:


    TheWhip VS The Warrior[-SF-] (V: 0) [Beute: 0] allein, Einheiten


    This guy, is btw, a turk, so maybe PASA should try to invite him to their team. He would probably have the righteous spirit needed right now and could strengthen the PASA.


    Quote from Humble

    The war starts in 3rd of january

    Now, to our latvian counterparts. The first latvian alliance, LAT, is frankly said, done for. The second latvian alliance, TND, formerly known as PNSTK, announced, that they would strike back at the 3th january. Now, its 6th january, and still almost their whole team in vmod; and their de-jure leader memomiguel is in the deletional Vmod. Their de-facto leader Humble renamed himself and brought in 1,6kk latvian GP, but still stays in Vmod together with his whole team. Did he came back and found out, that his whole alliance is destroyed and got demoralized directly afterwards? :D :D :D


    However, as it seems, Humble only spoke without any consequences. Empty threats. Whereas me myself, never send out empty threats. What I promise, I will keep. Maybe, Humble drew conclusions from his own behaviour about me and didnt took me serious as I announced the world war in Oktober. Maybe, because it is custom at the Humble, to threaten others empty, he thinks, others do the same. And got surprised that I completely fullfilled my promise to invade TND and TND-allies.


    "Du glaubst zu schieben und du wirst geschoben." - Goethes Mephistopheles in "Faust"

    -> "You believe youre leading but you are being led." - Goethe in "Faust" <-


    "Verstecke deine Stärke und warte auf deine Zeit." - Deng Xiaoping

    -> "Hide your strength and wait for your time." - Deng Xiaoping <-


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    It's sad how this "WORLD WAR" is based on me . If i will arm the server or not .


    But nice provocations so far , you're doing just fine to keep the server from dieing out .


    Well done .




    By the way : Why dragging Memo in this ? He quit ikariam like 3-5 months ago and you know that . His account was running innactive with some premium features.

    “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”

    ― Albert Einstein


    :closedthread:

    Let the fighting begin 🔥

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    The moon hung low over the Mediterranean, casting silver ripples across the restless waters. A lone figure stood at the bow of a vessel gliding silently through the waves, their eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of the island. It was Cyprus—ancient and scarred, a land steeped in history and conflict.

    The figure hummed a tune softly, a melody known to many in Turkey, its haunting refrain echoing in the salty breeze. “Don’t call me so heartily,” they whispered, “I may come suddenly, one night.”

    This was not a casual visit. The Cypriots knew the song well, its verses woven into their memories of turbulent times. It spoke of sudden arrivals, of decisive moments, of bold actions under the cover of darkness. For those familiar with the region’s history, the song was more than music—it was a harbinger.

    For years, guerrilla warfare had dominated these shores. Hit-and-run tactics, ambushes, and fleeting battles had left both sides weary. The shadowy figures that once moved like ghosts through the hills had grown quieter. Their strategies, once effective, now seemed relics of a fading era. The times were changing, and the tides of war no longer favored those who clung to outdated methods.

    But this mission was different. The leader of the once-feared guerrilla forces, a man named Raynod, had been cornered. Trapped in a labyrinthine hideout deep within the mountains, he was a symbol of defiance, a relic of a cause that had long since lost its momentum. The figure on the boat, a seasoned operative, had been sent not just to capture him, but to deliver a message.

    The plan was meticulous, crafted with precision and purpose. No longer would there be endless skirmishes and retreats. The time had come for a swift, decisive strike. As the vessel neared the shore, the operative’s thoughts turned to Raynod. He was a man of conviction, but even the most steadfast leaders were not immune to the weight of their choices.

    When the team disembarked, they moved silently, their steps muffled by the soft sand. They advanced with calculated precision, slipping through the darkened landscape like shadows. By dawn, the hideout was in sight, concealed within a rocky outcrop.

    The confrontation was swift. Raynod, weary and cornered, stood amidst the rubble of his sanctuary. His eyes, once fierce, now held a flicker of resignation. “You came,” he muttered, his voice tinged with both defiance and acceptance.

    The operative stepped forward, the tune still echoing faintly in their mind. “Don’t call me so heartily,” they thought, “I may come suddenly, one night.” They met Raynod’s gaze and spoke, their voice firm but not unkind. “Your time has passed. Your battles are over. Surrender now, and perhaps you will find a measure of peace.”

    As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, the story of Raynod and his guerrilla fighters reached its inevitable conclusion. The past, with all its turbulence and strife, began to fade, leaving behind only echoes of a haunting melody and the promise of a new day.

    SF likes stories and they have one wtih their leader now :) You can read it to your children before sleep.

    Quote from Paparazzi

    pakmen  Riandson  threea  Once  Lysippe  KronoS  domynator  badidol  -SWAT-

    Dear moderators, Can you please approve our shares too. SF team shares reports and texts without moderator approvals but our reports and sharings are waiting for days.


    Quote from Paparazzi

    Also the moderator of this chat does not allow our battle reports to share :)

    There is a simple explanation for this.

    You are unverified accounts with less than 10 posts, trying to use a shitload of links (various links from Youtube as well as ikalogs and others) and therefore automatically get your posts disabled by the system if they include links. No moderator ever even looked at your posts, this is an automated spam protection system.


    Go make some reasonable, good posts in other areas of the forum and you'll be able to use links. It's as simple as that.

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    Am Anfang wurde das Universum erschaffen.

    Das machte viele Leute sehr wütend und wurde allenthalben als Schritt in die falsche Richtung angesehen.

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    Thanks for your response dear Moderator.

    The moon hung low over the Mediterranean, casting silver ripples across the restless waters. A lone figure stood at the bow of a vessel gliding silently through the waves, their eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of the island. It was Cyprus—ancient and scarred, a land steeped in history and conflict.

    The figure hummed a tune softly, a melody known to many in Turkey, its haunting refrain echoing in the salty breeze. “Don’t call me so heartily,” they whispered, “I may come suddenly, one night.”

    This was not a casual visit. The Cypriots knew the song well, its verses woven into their memories of turbulent times. It spoke of sudden arrivals, of decisive moments, of bold actions under the cover of darkness. For those familiar with the region’s history, the song was more than music—it was a harbinger.

    For years, guerrilla warfare had dominated these shores. Hit-and-run tactics, ambushes, and fleeting battles had left both sides weary. The shadowy figures that once moved like ghosts through the hills had grown quieter. Their strategies, once effective, now seemed relics of a fading era. The times were changing, and the tides of war no longer favored those who clung to outdated methods.

    But this mission was different. The leader of the once-feared guerrilla forces, a man named Raynod, had been cornered. Trapped in a labyrinthine hideout deep within the mountains, he was a symbol of defiance, a relic of a cause that had long since lost its momentum. The figure on the boat, a seasoned operative, had been sent not just to capture him, but to deliver a message.

    The plan was meticulous, crafted with precision and purpose. No longer would there be endless skirmishes and retreats. The time had come for a swift, decisive strike. As the vessel neared the shore, the operative’s thoughts turned to Raynod. He was a man of conviction, but even the most steadfast leaders were not immune to the weight of their choices.

    When the team disembarked, they moved silently, their steps muffled by the soft sand. They advanced with calculated precision, slipping through the darkened landscape like shadows. By dawn, the hideout was in sight, concealed within a rocky outcrop.

    The confrontation was swift. Raynod, weary and cornered, stood amidst the rubble of his sanctuary. His eyes, once fierce, now held a flicker of resignation. “You came,” he muttered, his voice tinged with both defiance and acceptance.

    The operative stepped forward, the tune still echoing faintly in their mind. “Don’t call me so heartily,” they thought, “I may come suddenly, one night.” They met Raynod’s gaze and spoke, their voice firm but not unkind. “Your time has passed. Your battles are over. Surrender now, and perhaps you will find a measure of peace.”

    As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, the story of Raynod and his guerrilla fighters reached its inevitable conclusion. The past, with all its turbulence and strife, began to fade, leaving behind only echoes of a haunting melody and the promise of a new day.

    “You came,” he muttered, his voice tinged with both defiance and acceptance.


    “Don’t call me so heartily,” they thought, “I may come suddenly, one night.” They met Raynod’s gaze and spoke





    Am i the only one who just cant read this with a straight face ? :D

    “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”

    ― Albert Einstein


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    After gpt chat ikariam is a bit strange

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    First mayor offensive of PASA and TND - victory for PASA and TND

    I congratulate PASA and TND to their victory in the night where Raynod and me, 168k GP stood against 2,3kk GP. My friend went asleep, thinking, we have everything under control, ere a certain latvian beamed in with two accounts (one 500k GP, the other 1,5kk GP) to turn the sides. He quickly chased our supply routes and I had to do a tactical retreat and sadly wasnt able to help my friend anymore. Congratulations for this; next time, I will have a large fleet as well.


    Quick revenge

    But the revenge came quick; directly at the next day, we destroyed one enemial fleet with hundrets of killerwaves. And until today, we kept doing the search-and-destroy strategy. Reports will arrive soon again. Our strategy isnt obsolete. Instead, we see, that our strategy is the perfect counter to the flooding of this world with massive foreign worlds GP. I am happy to see my planned theory going very well in practics. If the enemy brings in the abilities of 10yo worlds, then we have to bring in the tactics of 10yo worlds. As simply as that.

    Special thanks to Nyze , -Hannibal- , Benzo and Rakarkan!

    "Du glaubst zu schieben und du wirst geschoben." - Goethes Mephistopheles in "Faust"

    -> "You believe youre leading but you are being led." - Goethe in "Faust" <-


    "Verstecke deine Stärke und warte auf deine Zeit." - Deng Xiaoping

    -> "Hide your strength and wait for your time." - Deng Xiaoping <-


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    159px-Defeat_the_Kaiser_and_his_U-boats-Victory_depends_on_which_fails_first%2C_food_or_frightfulness-Waste_nothing_LCCN2002712083.jpg