STAHLGEWITTERN TEAM Strategy:
1. The sequence of your orders matter a lot. Learn how to move the orders up and down the stack. Attacking first into stiff resistance and then being counter attacked later on the same turn is disastrous.
3. Talk to your teammates. Coordinate and cover the entire map. Areas that are fog are infested with enemies on medium sized maps.
4. Never go for big bonuses no matter how tempting. Even if you do get them, they are almost impossible to defend. This isn’t RISK - you don’t get bonuses for having lots of land.
5. Attack with at least double the defenders you think there will be there by next turn. On maps with small 2-3 bonus regions, you should expect to get 7-8/turn by turn 1 counting the base of 5 per turn.
6. Advanced Attacks - these all have specific application at certain times.
SECRET STAHLGEWITTERN FFA Strategy:
1. Always make peace with your neighbors with a 1 turn (or more) warning clause.
2. Don't fight anyone until all the available neutral areas are occupied. Use diplomacy to stop border disputes from turning into a war.
3. Fight only 1 enemy at a time.
4. Unless your target is smaller then you, find an ally to double-team your victim. It's all about the intrigues.
5. Never reveal your reinforcement rate and never show border movement even for a fluff turn.
6. Get in contact with all the other players so you can keep tabs on each other.
Once upon a time in Ireland, stood a castle proud and free,
On the stormy coast of Antrim, high above the Irish Sea.
Lords and ladies gathered nightly, in the great hall of the king,
Bread and meat and wine did flow, bards would play and poets sing.
McDonald was a chieftain bold, who dwelled in Dunluce with his clan,
Safe from ships upon the ocean, and from raiders on the land.
There he ruled for many years, for Ulster was his wide domain,
Many tried to conquer him, and many men have died in vain.
Dunluce castle fell to no man, sword, or pike, or cannon ball,
Roving clans or Spanish foeman, Dunluce stood against them all.
When a fleet of Spanish raiders sailed across the raging main,
Sure that victory was at hand and glory for the king of Spain.
McDonald met them with full storm, and loudly did the cannons roar,
The tide of Spain was turned away and vanished from the Irish shore.
Dunluce castle fell to no man, sword, or pike, or cannon ball,
Roving clans or Spanish foeman, Dunluce stood against them all.
Then one night a storm came in and loudly did the north wind blow,
Walls of stone came crumblin' down and fell into the sea below.
Fate was cruel as many souls were lost against the raging might,
Nature did what no man could on a dark and stormy night.
Dunluce castle fell to no man, sword, or pike, or cannon ball,
Roving clans or Spanish foeman, Dunluce stood against them all.
Molly Malone
[Verse 1]
C Am
In Dublin's fair city,
Dm G
where the girls are so pretty,
C Em Dm G
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
C Am
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Dm G
Through streets broad and narrow,
C Em G C
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
[Chorus]
C Am
"Alive, alive, oh,
Dm G
Alive, alive, oh",
C Em G C
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".
[Verse 2]
C Am
She was a fishmonger,
Dm G
And sure 'twas no wonder,
C Em Dm G
For so were her father and mother before,
C Am
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Dm G
Through streets broad and narrow,
C Em G C
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
[Chorus]
C Am
"Alive, alive, oh,
Dm G
Alive, alive, oh",
C Em G C
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".
[Verse 3]
C Am
She died of a fever,
Dm G
And no one could save her,
C Em Dm G
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
C Am
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Dm G
Through streets broad and narrow,
C Em G C
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"
[Chorus]
C Am
"Alive, alive, oh,
Dm G
Alive, alive, oh",
C Em G C
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
I studied at the feet of a master
Gamaliel we called him, the beauty of the law
I was born of the Tribe of Benjamin, I was a Pharisee
And I could quote from memory the Holy Torah
That day that the Nazarene was brought to trial
It was on a Sabbath eve, there was a earthquake when He died
Just another passing preacher who came up from Galilee
Blaspheming trouble-maker, we let Him be crucified
Then I thought that I would hear no more about him
But his friends found his tomb empty claiming that he rose from the dead
And that He walked among them with the nail wounds in his hands
That King upon a donkey with a thorn crown on his head
His followers kept growing in great number
And the one that they call Caiaphas mocked us in the judgment hall
And with the Greek name Stephen, we knew the gentiles had come in
I cast my vote against him, he was stoned I saw him fall
Then the friends of the Nazarene became united
And I became enraged and led a slaughter zealously
I found their secret places, they were beaten, they were chained
But some of them were scattered, justified in fearing me
Then the Man in White, appeared to me
In such a blinding light it struck me down
With it's brilliance, took away my sight, then the Man in White
In gentle loving tone spoke to me
And I was blinded so that I might see, the Man in White
But like the wind that blows the scattered sea
From Alexandria to Antioch their congregation grew
I went to the high priest for letters of permission
To go to other cities, to see my mission through
Six days on the hot road to Damascus
And just outside the city in the middle of the day
A great unearthly light struck and overpowered me
Prostrate on the hot road, I was blinded were I laid
Then I thought I heard the rushing of great water
And a multitude of angels singing sweet and heavenly
And through the sound of wind, came a voice so soft and kind
Meant for only me to hear, "Saul, why do you persecute me?"
As I lay there on the ground, in my blindness
He asked me once again, and suddenly the voice I knew
So finally I managed, a trembling response
Who are you Lord? I asked him, but I already knew
I am Jesus of Nazareth the voice answered
Arise go to Damascus on the street called Straight will be
A place where you will wait for my servant Ananias
He will open up your eyes, you'll be a witness unto me
So now I live to serve my master
As zealous in his service as I once was as his foe
And keeping his commandments given on Damascus road
I go to all the world, and I let the whole world know
Then the Man in White, appeared to me
In such a blinding light it struck me down
With it's brilliance, took away my sight, then the Man in White
In gentle loving tone spoke to me
And I was blinded so that I might see, the Man in White
And I was blinded so that I might see, the Man in White
The Man in White [unverified]
Ein zwei drei vier
Lift your stein and drink your beer
Ein zwei drei vier
Lift your stein and drink your beer
Drink! Drink! Drink!
To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree!
Here's a hope that those bright eyes will shine
Lovingly, longingly soon into mine!
May those lips that are red and sweet,
Tonight with joy my own lips meet!
Drink! Drink!
Let the toast start!
May young hearts never part!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
Let every true lover salute his sweetheart!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
To arms that are white and warm as a rose in the sun!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
To hearts that will love one, only when I am the one!
Here's a hope that those soft arms will twine
Tenderly, trustingly soon around mine!
All I ask is the right to see those smiling eyes beguiling me
Drink! Drink!
Let the toast start!
May young hearts never part!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
Let every true lover salute his sweetheart!
Let's drink!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree!
Here's a hope that those soft arms will twine
Tenderly, trustingly soon around mine!
All I ask is a right to see those smiling eyes beguiling me
Drink! Drink!
Let the toast start!
May young hearts never part!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
Let every true lover salute his sweetheart!
Let's drink!
Red sails in the sunset, way out on the sea
Oh, carry my loved one home safely to me
She sailed at the dawning, all day I've been blue
Red sails in the sunset, I'm trusting in you
Swift wings you must borrow
Make straight for the shore
We marry tomorrow
And she goes sailing no more
Red sails in the sunset, way out on the sea
Oh, carry my loved one home safely to me
Here's forty shillings on the drum
To those who volunteer to come
To 'list and fight the foe today
Over the Hills and far away
When duty calls me I must go
To stand and face another foe
But part of me will always stray
Over the hills and far away
Through smoke and fire and shot and shell
And to the very walls of hell
But we shall stand and we shall stay
Over the hills and far away
Though I may travel far from Spain
A part of me shall still remain,
And you are with me night and day
and Over the hills and far away.
Then fall in lads behind the drum
With colours blazing like the sun.
Along the road to come what may
Over the hills and far away.
When Evil stalks upon the land
I'll neither hold nor stay me hand
But fight to win a better day,
Over the hills and far away.
If I should fall to rise no more,
As many comrades did before,
Ask the fifes and drums to play
Over the hills and far away.
Let kings and tyrants come and go,
I'll stand adjudged by what I know.
A soldiers life I'll ne'er gainsay.
Over the hills and far away.
Though kings and tyrants come and go
A soldier's life is all I know
I'll live to fight another day
Over the hills and far away
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Old Wellington, he scratched his bum
He says, Boney lad thee's had thee fun
My riflemen will win the day
Over the hills and far away
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And I would love you all the Day
Every Night would kiss and play
If with me you'd fondly stray
Over the Hills and far away
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Our 'prentice Tom may now refuse
To wipe his scoundrel Master's Shoes
For now he's free to sing and play
Over the Hills and far away
We all shall lead more happy lives
By getting rid of brats and wives
That scold and bawl both night and day
Over the Hills and far away
Courage boys tis one to ten
But we return all gentlemen
All gentlemen as well as they
Over the hills and far away
There is a silence where hath been no sound
There is a silence where no sound may be
In the cold grave, under the deep deep sea. -Thomas Hood...
Thus while he stood, the bull, who saw his foe,
His easier conquests proudly did forego;
And, making at him with a furious bound,
From his bent forehead aimed a double wound.
A rising murmur ran through all the field,
And every lady's blood with fear was chilled:
Some shrieked, while others, with more helpful care,
Cried out aloud,—Beware, brave youth, beware!
At this he turned, and, as the bull drew near,
Shunned, and received him on his pointed spear:
The lance broke short, the beast then bellowed loud,
And his strong neck to a new onset bowed.
The undaunted youth
Then drew; and, from his saddle bending low,
Just where the neck did to the shoulders grow,
With his full force discharged a deadly blow.
Not heads of poppies (when they reap the grain)
Fall with more ease before the labouring swain,
Than fell this head:
It fell so quick, it did even death prevent,
And made imperfect bellowings as it went.
Then all the trumpets victory did sound,
And yet their clangors in our shouts were drown'd.
--Dryden, The Conquest of Granada
As to Sebastian, let them search the field;
And where they find a mountain of the slain,
Send one to climb,and looking down beneath,
There they will find him at his manly length,
With his face up to heaven, in that red monument
Which his good sword had digged.
These to His Memory—since he held them dear,
Perchance as finding there unconsciously
Some image of himself—I dedicate,
I dedicate, I consecrate with tears—
These Idylls.
`Blow, trumpet, for the world is white with May;
Blow trumpet, the long night hath rolled away!
Blow through the living world--"Let the King reign."
`Shall Rome or Heathen rule in Arthur's realm?
Flash brand and lance, fall battleaxe upon helm,
Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign.
`Strike for the King and live! his knights have heard
That God hath told the King a secret word.
Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign.
`Blow trumpet! he will lift us from the dust.
Blow trumpet! live the strength and die the lust!
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign.
`Strike for the King and die! and if thou diest,
The King is King, and ever wills the highest.
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign.
`Blow, for our Sun is mighty in his May!
Blow, for our Sun is mightier day by day!
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign.
`The King will follow Christ, and we the King
In whom high God hath breathed a secret thing.
Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign.'
TENNYSON’s KRAKEN
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
Darkness BY BYRON
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shriek'd, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.
CAUSES Idries Shah
As important a fact as any individual cause on earth is the virtual incapacity of the human individual to distinguish between a genuine cause and one which is foisted upon him by pressure, environment, propaganda, conditioning.
If people had the sense they pretend to have, they would seek the means to make this fundamental distinction perceptible.
Hardly anyone makes this effort. This is partly because it is an invisible but powerful part of their culture to teach that conditioned emotionality and 'causes' whose necessity, urgency or rightness is only conditioned in them are, necessarily, right.
Shelley's "Ozymandias"
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
FRENCH SCHOOL SONG
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Who had this crazy idea
To invent the school one day?
Who had this crazy idea
To invent the school one day?
It's... this... sacred Charlemagne
Sacred Charlemagne!
Allow us to live
On Thursdays as on Sundays
Allow us to live
On Thursdays as on Sundays
It's... this... sacred Charlemagne
Sacred Charlemagne!
This son of Pepin the Short
Gives us a lot of trouble
And we have a hundred complaints
Against, against, against him
Who had this crazy idea
To invent the school one day?
Who had this crazy idea
To invent the school one day?
It's... this... sacred Charlemagne
Sacred Charlemagne!
Past participle
4 and 4 makes 8
Lesson of French
Of mathematics
That of
Homework: Homework
Sacred sacred sacred sacred
sacred Charlemagne!
He should have been stroking
His long flowing beard
He should have been stroking
His long flowing beard
Oh! oh! sacred Charlemagne
Sacre Charlemagne!
Instead of boring us
With geography
Oh! oh! sacred Charlemagne
Sacre Charlemagne!
He had only to deal
Battles and hunting
We would not be forced
To go to class every day
We must learn to count
And do a lot of dictations
We must learn to count
And do a lot of dictations
Oh! oh! sacred Charlemagne
Sacred Charlemagne!
Past participle
4 and 4 makes 8
Lesson of French
Of mathematics
That of: That of - Homework: Homework
Sacred sacred sacred sacred
sacred Charlemagne!
Because without him in our lives
There would be no Thursdays
Oh! oh! sacred Charlemagne
Oh! oh! sacred Charlemagne
Oh! oh! sacred Charlemagne
Oh! oh! sacred Charlemagne
Oh! oh! sacred Charlemagne