I mean I'm practically an old man now, but I can put on a tutu and see where we go from there, so whadya-say my little Sasha?
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"No laughs were had. There is only shame and sadness." Jenny
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Root beer can I have a nickel don't touch my posters"
Drakon. See an excorcist.
Oh nevermind yeah kill the ai hahahaha
I'm worried about you is all . You have the perk of harsh word use. That's cool
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What are you up to
Ghost said:I play Reclamation h3 map. Where aren't TP, DD and Fly. But AI flew, and I got a TP. Hidden mouse secret gave me. I love Heroes.
Good, Ghost, good. Kill the AI. Kill it now.
But allied AI is dead so I quit playing.. I tried to help allied AI. I can't reach allied AI town, AI guarded a port. I'm poor to predict position, because I was ponding itself. I didn't follow their town. Ok two next games, I and allied AI won. Now's third game.
Only I play with allied AI. Why? For tournament. Not allied in tournament, I don't play.
I develop to economic, protect from enemies against my allies, giving armies to allied like economic resources, if needs, building strategies, example what AI/Human moves around, then What I should do. Isn't easy, when their moves like two players vs two players on the chessboard. A good, neutral, bad affected by the strategy. More hard than alone player. I'm more team player. Ok and then etc
I still fondly remember my first HoMM win as a kid. The map was the infamous 'The Good, the Bad and the Neutral' (I didn't even get the reference at that point). I turtled up in my starting area and built up my Tower, while blue carried the map. When I was finally ready to make my move, it was already over: there were just two enemy towns left. Naturally, their weakened defences were thoroughly nuked by my overpowered spells and massive titan contingent. I found great joy in claiming victory, even though the support I had offered my ally had been mostly economical. To this day I am yet to experience the same level of skill and brains from a computer ally, leading me to believe my triumph was in reality the result of divine intervention by a very disappointed in my playing skills deity or demiurge.
I'm thinking that going to bed early might as well mean I'm setting up an alarm clock for the middle of the night...
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Horses don't die on a dog's wish.