acka-games Digest Monday, February 08 1999 Volume: 04 Issue: 009 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- From: K 2 Subject: Acka: YORL Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 08:50:24 -0500 (EST) I am starting a game of YORL with 7 benches. Ante is A$ 25. The following are the initial players and the play order: YORL Status: Loose Ends - None Cards in deck - 52 Play Order: O Olde Alpha [8 cards] Robin Hood [8 cards] /dev/joe [8 cards] Wild Card [8 cards] JT [8 cards] else...if [8 cards] Empty Bench [- cards] Hopefully by now you've received your cards (if you're playing). ------------------------------ From: Tom Walmsley Subject: Re: Acka: YORL Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 15:07:09 -0500 (EST) K 2 wrote: > > I am starting a game of YORL with 7 benches. Ante is A$ 25. The > following are the initial players and the play order: What the hell. I pay the A$25 ante and take the empty bench. Laa Laa. -- Tom Walmsley womble@tmbg.org http://website.lineone.net/~t.walmsley/index.html AIM: TGW666 ICQ 2925739 Bonvolu alsendi la pordiston, lausajne estas rano en mia bideo. ------------------------------ From: "Gavin Logan" Subject: Acka: YORL Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 15:52:30 -0500 (EST) They found Clark's body after lunch. The doctor had been making a joke about the food after Cain started choking on his cornbread but it was cut short by the sound of the fire alarm. When they got to the cockpit, Clark's body had been almost decimated but recognisable parts of his form were still visible. "His face is all twisted" said the doctor, almost whispering. Indeed, Clark's injuries seemed to be more severe than a simple fire. Cain used his prongs to extract something from Clark's fused fist. It was the blackened stump of an emergency flare. "He did it himself. Why did he do it himself?" Forrest whimpered. The husky they had picked up on Norge IV looked on silently from the hallway. Forrest turned to the controls. "Who's gonna to fly this thing man?" "It doesn't look like we'll have to worry about that," said Cain, examining the displays, "Clark already has the ship headed towards that small moon." The doctor shuffled past Forrest and peered at the circular shape. The old man turned back to the others. "That's no moon, it's a space station." I play "Deathstar". O Olde Alpha ------------------------------ From: RobXXVIII@aol.com Subject: Re: Acka: YORL Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 17:51:42 -0500 (EST) In a message dated 08/02/99 21:14:31 GMT, you write: > > "His face is all twisted" said the doctor, almost whispering. Indeed, > Clark's injuries seemed to be more severe than a simple fire. Cain used his > prongs to extract something from Clark's fused fist. It was the blackened > stump of an emergency flare. > > "He did it himself. Why did he do it himself?" Forrest whimpered. > > The husky they had picked up on Norge IV looked on silently from the > hallway. > > Forrest turned to the controls. "Who's gonna to fly this thing man?" > > "It doesn't look like we'll have to worry about that," said Cain, examining > the displays, "Clark already has the ship headed towards that small moon." > > The doctor shuffled past Forrest and peered at the circular shape. The old > man turned back to the others. > > "That's no moon, it's a space station." > > I play "Deathstar". > ------------ 'I've found the log,' Cain said, 'Its called the Inqilabs, wasn't that ' Forrest interrupted '700 million people died in the Inqilab, half the indian population. Who'd want to name their station after that?' 'People who want to start a second revolution. Clark's log says he was dealing with them, then something went wrong. He killed himself because of it, but he doesn't say what it was' 'Can we divert' the doctor asked, ''we need to tell the authorities'. 'We need to refuel, Baffry' Cain replied, 'we could land on the planet, its got plenty of water, but its marked as "deadly- do not visit" ' Forrest wrung his hands, 'What can we do?' he moaned. A screen crackled into life. 'This is the Inqilabs. We are the children of Shiva, rightful Lords of the Cosmos. Surrender or die.' --------------- I play Inqilabs which is Urdu for Revolution. Robin Hood ------------------------------ From: JT Subject: Re: Acka: YORL Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 18:04:09 -0500 (EST) On Mon, 8 Feb 1999 RobXXVIII@aol.com wrote: >> >> I play "Deathstar". >> [snip] >--------------- >I play Inqilabs which is Urdu for Revolution. > >Robin Hood I was under the impression that you had to wait for the previous play to be accepted, rejected or interrupted before you could play. (unless I'm mistaken). --JT [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] [ Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty. ] [ It's hard to seize the day when you must first grapple with the morning ] [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] ------------------------------ Subject: Re: Acka: YORL From: Joseph DeVincentis Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 19:16:34 -0500 (EST) > They found Clark's body after lunch. The doctor had been making a joke > about the food after Cain started choking on his cornbread but it was cut > short by the sound of the fire alarm. When they got to the cockpit, Clark's > body had been almost decimated but recognisable parts of his form were still > visible. I interrupt this play with "disturbance". /dev/joe ------------------------------ From: K 2 Subject: Re: Acka: YORL Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 22:27:20 -0500 (EST) O Olde Alpha wrote: > "That's no moon, it's a space station." > > I play "Deathstar". This play of Deathstar is accepted and becomes a loose end. Robin Hood wrote: > --------------- > I play Inqilabs which is Urdu for Revolution. This is denied. The card is burnt and a replacement card is dealt. /dev/joe wrote: > I interrupt this play with "disturbance". This interrupt is accepted and burnt. O Olde Alpha is dealt a card. It is /dev/joe's turn to play. http://www.ackanomic.org./~k2/yorl.html for the Full Story(tm) YORL Status: Brass Pot - A$175 Loose Ends - Deathstar Cards in deck - 50 Play Order: O Olde Alpha [8 cards] Robin Hood [8 cards] /dev/joe [7 cards]* Wild Card [8 cards] JT [8 cards] else...if [8 cards] Laa Laa [8 cards] *It is /dev/joe's turn ------------------------------ Subject: Acka: YORL From: Joseph DeVincentis Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 23:43:28 -0500 (EST) Forrest stared at the white sphere, then after a moment came to his senses. "I don't think we should be messing around that place. Cain, can you redirect us somewhere else? Anywhere else?" Cain responded, "I'll try," and began doing so. As the deathstar loomed larger in their viewports, they received an audio transmission. A very deep voice spoke: Get away from my space station or my particle cannon will be the last thing you ever see! Cain fiddled with the controls to no avail. "He's locked us in to this course. I can't override Clark's commands!" The doctor grabbed the intercom and pleaded for mercy with their unseen enemy, but there was no response. "It seems he's either ignoring our pleas, or not even listening." Just then, a panel slid open on the side of the deathstar, and an enormous cannon barrel began to extend from some unseen place within the sphere. Forrest yelled, "Man, that thing's HUGE! We could fly right down the barrel of that gun... that is, if we hadn't already been blown to atoms by the thing. And it looks like we are on a course to do just that. Hey, Jar Butt, do something, man!" Cain, who had earned the nickname from having had a portion of his left buttock (which had been sliced off in some long-ago accident) preserved in a jar to save the very unusual birthmark it contained, responded, "I'm givin' 'er all I got, Cap'n, but I can't make 'er budge from this course!" /dev/joe plays cannon. ------------------------------ End of acka-games Digest V4 #9 ******************************