@Arne
Bzgl. der verlorenen ND-Schiffe ist schon richtig im Bezug auf den GS Träger, der es tatsächlich schaffte die NDS Haudruff + einen Zerstörer zu versenken. Deswegen gab es, weil Bischop die Nase voll hatte, eine Nuke aufs Flugdeck
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Bzgl.Spion:
Ist es nicht egal, ob sie es wissen oder nicht ?
Natürlich nur unter der jetzigen Situation, einfach um die Bedeutung+Auswirkung dieser einzigen Nuke öffentlich zu dokumentieren, könnte man es imo durchaus stehen lassen.
Ich hab gerade ein bisschen Zeit übrig und werde mich mal an die Übersetzung machen. Also nicht dass jetzt noch jemand dran sitzt und unnötig doppelt Grips verschwendet wird.
Die Kult-Einstellungen von Civ3: Sieg mit Karthago auf einer Sid-Minipangäa!
Jep denke ich auch (um den Schein zu wahren). Nur die verlorenen Schiffe von GS aufführen.Zitat von Arne
Grieche!
Super! Also ich übersetze es nicht.Ich hab gerade ein bisschen Zeit übrig und werde mich mal an die Übersetzung machen. Also nicht dass jetzt noch jemand dran sitzt und unnötig doppelt Grips verschwendet wird.
@verlorene ND-Schiffe: Das steht aber so viele Schiffe (so many dead ND ships). Sind zwei Schiffchen denn schon "so viele"? Sollte das nicht vielleicht besser "a few" oder "some" heißen?
Es ist ja nur eine quasi Rechtfertigung für die Nuke.
Wie auch immer, ich finde Bischops Post ok, von der analytischen Seite betrachtet und für den RPG Part sorgt dann Arnes Story.
Sorry, Thot, ich habe Deinen Post nicht gelesen, da ich bereits angefangen hatte. Vielleicht können wir unsere Übersetzungen zusammenschmeißen, schütteln (nicht rühren) und es wird noch besser...
Hier meine Version:
Ali-Ibn-Bishop relaxed in the newly-founded summer-residence of New Demogyptica, in Tek-Rebellistan-Beach. He believed to be far away from the war and so in the afternoon he went once more into the water to cool down from the glaring sun. After this refreshing bath he lay down in his inflatable rubber-diwan and let the waves carry him while the sun shone onto his belly. Since it was nice and warm and he was tired from swimming he dosed off while his rubber-diwan carried him out to the ocean, towards the upcoming fog (of war).
The alarm of his watch woke him up and he realized with a start that it had -like always in this region- become dark all of a sudden and he was floating somewhere on the open sea. How could he let himself forget about that? But such a trivial matter was normally not a problem for Ibn-Ali, for he was also -not without reason- agent 00815, Sultan Omars best secret agent man. The ABPS (allah-based-positioning-system), in his watch allowed him to determine his exact location. Normally. But there was something strange... his watch had also vibrated and given off a blue shimmer... there had to be GS-military in the neighborhood!
He switched his rubber-diwan to invisibility-mode and took a thorough look around, peering into the darkness. And indeed - all around himself there were dark shadows of really big ships on the horizon. His waterproof handbook for hobby-nautics, which he took out of a secret compartmend of his diwan told him that the ships could no way be of New-Demogyptic origin. At this relevation he felt cold shivers running down his spine. Could all these ships be GS-ships? Had Allah himself let him float right into the heart of GS´ fleet? It was incredible to find so much floating war material right here of all places! It had to be a wonder that he hadn´t been spotted! The fleet of GS seemed to feel pretty safe right before the coast of "New" New Demogyptica (Ex-Legoland), or why else was this fleet of transporters and some other warships not better protected?
Ali-Ibn did not bother with further speculating, he acted. Immediately. He was the only one who could protect New Demogyptica and prevent the invasion. It was way too late to alert the fleet. There was only ONE THING that he could do now - so he did it. He armed the self-destruct of his rubber-diwan. He would have to swim back home. Slowly he let himself slide into the water and gave the diwan a shove towards the mighty battleship right in the center of the fleet...
Time seemed to crawl. He glanced at his watch, the diwan had had to reach his target some time ago. Had the self-destruct failed? Or had it been spotted and deflated? Once again he looked at his watch. It seemed that he hat to switch to plan B. But what was plan B? Perhaps he should take his Swiss special knive -sewn into his swimming pants- and screw off all propellers of the fleet - protected by the darkness? But then a sudden flash lifted the darkness and a mighty pressure wave raced towards Ibn Bishop. He had barely time to switch his sunglasses to "radiation protect" mode before the first wave hit him and carried him away...
Many hours later he reached -totally exhausted and thouroughly drenched- Tek-Rebellistan-Beach. But he could not call himself secret agent if he let himself show that he had just saved the free arabic world from sure doom or at least a bloody war. So he shrugged off his exhaustion, put on his clothes and went to the next beach-bar to find an "escort" for this evenings beach party "1001 nights" and to order a Tanaka - shaken, not stirred - of course.
Die ersten beiden Absätze hab ich geschafft, bevor mich deine PN erreicht hat:
Ali-Ibn-Bischop was enjoying a few wonderful days-off in the new beach-resort of ND in Legoland: Tek-Rebellistan-Strand. He thought to be way off the blooody war-business going on elsewhere in the world and in the late afternoon he went for another swim in the sea, to cool down a bit from the summerheat. Afterwards he let himself drift for a while on his brandnew supersize rubberduck. It was nice and warm, the sun was shining ob his belly and he fell asleep while a sea current moved his rubberduck far out into the open sea and into the fog of war.
Suddenly the alarm of his watch rang. Ali-Ibn woke up and realized how it had become night rather quickly while he was drifting farther away sleeping peacefully. Too bad he had not thought about the sea current. But well, usually this was not a huge problem, it was not by chance that he had become the best special agent of His Majesty Omar. His Name was Bishop, Ali-Ibn-Bishop Agent 00815. His watch had an integrated AbPS (Allah-based Positioning System), which usually helped him find out where on earth he was. Well, usually... But there was something else. The watsch had given a vibration-alarm with a blue light. There must be GS-troops nearby!
Die Kult-Einstellungen von Civ3: Sieg mit Karthago auf einer Sid-Minipangäa!
@Erik:
Klingt gut, poste mal deins!
Nur "secret agent man" würde ich ändern in "special agent".
PS: Jetzt noch den Battle-Report zu ändern lohnt nicht. Die ersten haben eh schon gesehen.
Die Kult-Einstellungen von Civ3: Sieg mit Karthago auf einer Sid-Minipangäa!
Ja. Lassen dann. Es ändert eigentlich gar nichts, dass die es jetzt erfahren. Von daher auch egal. ABer für die Zukunft sollte man achten auf sowas.
Is there anybody out there ...
Okidoki, habe mich gerade registriert und gepostet.
Äh, was heißt "nm"? Nice Message? Neat message? Nothing matters? ...
Und wer hat wo "nm" gesagt?Äh, was heißt "nm"? Nice Message? Neat message? Nothing matters? ...Ich kanns nicht finden...
Inzwischen niemand mehr. Donegal wars, direkt nach deinem Post. Aber er hat es inzwischen editiert.Und wer hat wo "nm" gesagt?
nm steht wahrscheinlich für "not mine", amerikanisch für "ist nicht mein ding" oder anders übersetzt "es hat mir nicht gefallen", wurde ja schon in einen Diplomatischen comment umgewandelt.
Ohoh, lesen die polys jetzt aus dem Text etwas spielrelevantes heraus? Naja, mir solls egal sein.
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