Suicide.

One of the biggest and strongest planets in both galaxy suicides on Mr. Simurg’s planet, making the largest land grab so far in this round. It was a bold move that would have elevated him to that much coveted number one spot as the strongest planet, and in turn got his revenge for an earlier attack by Mr. Simurg, and seriously damaging the biggest threat against him and their alliance. He would have been number one; if I had let him get away with it.

Mar 12, 6:58 pm Troops from Canyon Sized Cameltoe (2:10) assaulted Adana (1:5) and conquered 794 land.

The alliance forum was a buzz because of the incident. Mr. Simurg suggested that someone should attack the planet Canyon Sized Cameltoe, his attacker, while it was still open. Unfortunately nobody else in our alliance has enough attack power and still be safe. One by one they regretfully declined to help since it would be a death wish for their planet. I knew that the planet Entente Cordiale has 3 generals at his disposal and could easily break me. I also knew that House of Fury had a complete set of generals with over 100k aav. I knew it was suicide.

Hee hee! Sorry Mr. Possum. I could not help it. The excitement started building up the moment I realize I could break your defense. The longer it took the more my mind was set into attacking you and I had almost an hour to wait. All other considerations like being made kill target or be assaulted dozen of times dimmed at the fact that I could assault your planet. In the last few minutes before I assaulted Canyon Sized Cameltoe, the anticipation was so strong I thought I would burst and faint. I was like a bloodhound following a trail, getting more and more focus, as I smell the end of the trail. I had to concentrate on my shaking right hand just to make it move and hold the mouse. The world seems to have slowed down as I watch my finger move to the left button of the mouse. I felt the button ever so slowly go down, as it slowly gives in to the pressure of my finger, pushing, and then CLICK.

Mar 12, 8:59 pm We assaulted planet Canyon Sized Cameltoe (2:10) and conquered 693 land, 1,227 money, 48,933 power and 4,405 population. Our military casualties included 2,041 AAVs, 275 Starfighters, and our surviving troops will return in 6 hours.

The world suddenly rushes back forward as if trying to catch up for lost time. I look at the monitor and slowly exhaled the last breath I was holding before my hand started to move for the mouse in what seems like forever ago.

Although I timed it less than a minute before the end of the hour; one or two person manages to take my military status. Either one or two, they were too late to attack me at that hour.

I stared at the computer monitor for five to ten minutes more. Then I stood up, turned the computer off and went to the mall to shop.

Much later, when I was sure I could take it; I look at my planet again and click on the planet news. I read the news (too many to post here), logout of the game, and started to plan my next move to grow and be big again. A smile slowly crept on my face as I realize that my attack range just grew a bit wider and that the game is far from over. As if that was not enough, I realized that there is still Entente Cordiale to take care off. That’s when I grinned wickedly. Hee hee!