I have a feeling we'll be talking again soon! ;)
I like how you've upgraded from postcards to sizzling hot coffee-mugs!
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I had assumed the story was made up, or something that had happened to someone else and the story passed down by word of mouth. It would be a big shock if it indeed happened to you, to which I then offer my sympathies.
In any case, here's holding thumbs for that mug! :)
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Do I need a new coffee mug? Probably not.
Can I stand being left out of this awesome contest? Definitely not!
Thanks :)
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Even though I don't really need it, I'd worship the mug every day. Thanks for the chance :D
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I desire that mug, even if I'm pretty sure I won't be able to check if there is a SG logo until August ends.
Nevermind, entering just for the autograph! :D
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Sorry for the long story, figured I'd let you read another :)
I'll be slightly happy if after the first few lines you can start guessing the other spoilers without looking at them ;)
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, home to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
Lyrics taken from azlyrics.com
Edit: I don't know if I was allowed to make another post so don't count this as a post if not, sorry, I was just joking around with it!
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So downloaded the crusader kings 2 DLC Sons of Abraham and I was having the standard game as Ireland in an 869 start, exploring the hilarity of jewish courtiers and loans thereof, pilgrimages that turned me into closet atheists without fail and the occasional Irish Band usurpation of Turkastan turning the aral sea into an Irish Catholic lake (Which is a story all its own, believe you me, you have not seen crusader kings lunacy until you see Irishmen fend off a Cuman invasion singlehanded and troll the Islamic world like it ain't no thing.)
But then interesting things happened. I was called into a petty war over a single province by the king of Navarra, my father in law which dragged on for fucking ever because I only recently unified Ireland and I had zero boats and Galicia was taking its sweet time in attacking Navarra, which is when I got the Joan of Arc event chain (won't go into detail here but needless to say, this was fucking amazing) Lasairfionna the Maid of Ormond arrived at my court, the stories that generated were worth a book of their own, turning my king from Cynical to Zealous and aiding my efforts in coming to the aid of the King of Strathclyde in evicting the norse and having him swear to me, greatly improving my martial tech growth and generally being badass, so of course I married her to my heir (this is before I noticed the celibate trait and was like 'Damnit') who promptly got her pregnant because apparently he's a fucking beast. My king became a paragon of virtue, gaining the nickname the Holy, the college of Cardinals has three Irish cardinals at any one time and at least one Irish Pope. Not bad for my first 30 years of ruling.
Thats about the time I had my daughter, Sebdan, the child of SATAN.
I am not kidding, when she was born I got the event chain showing off her odd traits, being very quiet, not crying or giving fuss, creating buzzing noises when around other children and laughing when other people got hurt. So I went to the court chaplain to see if he could calm my obviously insane idea that she is the bastard child of Satan. He of course, did no such thing and confirmed my fear and told me to disinherit the child and imprison my wife as a witch. My options were to kill him to silence the rumours, do as he said or ignore it and pretend nothing is wrong, roleplaying a good and kindly king who could not fathom his wife and daughter being such evil creatures (and being so damned sure Paradox would never do something like actually follow through with the threat of a satanic overthrow of a kingdom) he of course ignored it all.
That's when a Frankish nun arrived at my court who seemed to get along very well with the child and was a mastermind theologian with 26 learning. Suspicious, sure, but I made her my court chaplain anyway. Then sent her to Hungary to try to convert the Arpad dynasty and she was predictably imprisioned. Ransoming her I got her back and put her in my court chaplain position again.
Thats when she tried to convert me to Cathar.
Thinking nothing of it, I imprisoned her, got her to convert, had her retake the vows and made her a chaplain again (where the hell was I going to get another chaplain with those stats again?)
And shortly thereafter I got an event straight out of the fucking OMEN.
Out for a picnic, my king looked up, saw the nun on top of an old watchtower in her habit (or some other black robes) she shouted down to my daughter Sebdan, proclaiming her love for her. And then jumped. My daughter clapping all the way to her bloody smushy death.
Now thoroughly horrified, I had my daughter educated by Lasairfionna because suddenly shit got real and Paradox was seriously threatening me with the spawn of satan. I figured my not!Joan of Arc with her voice of Jesus and insanely goody good good traits would straighten her out. And for the most part? It did. She became honest, gregarious and Just and I left well enough alone, finally put at ease.
So then my king died and Sebdan came of age. AND BECAME THE INCARNATION OF EVIL. She instantly lost all of her good traits (barring gregarious) and became a cruel, deceitful, lustful, envious impaler who was not only a brilliant strategist because of her education but a GENIUS who was possessed and had the voice of satan modifier to go with her demon spawn modifier.
Thats when family members started mysteriously dying. Some of disease, others by maiming, natural causes, poor health and waaaaaay too many suspicious accidents. Before I realized what was going on I died and Sebdan inherited. In a last ditch hope of making her a better person (and prevent a massive vassal revolt by my dukes) I sent her on a pilgrimage to Rome, her husband, a baron, became regent in her stead (poor bastard, I had her betrothed to the king of Lotheringia but broke it because I didn't want to inflict anything on the poor bastard) So she arrives in Rome, ignoring all chances of being charitable... And proceeds to reveal herself as God in the Basilica of St.Peter and St.Paul.
After being thrown out, naturally, she swears vengeance on the worshippers of false idols and my vassals promptly revolted, trying to put my kinsmen on the throne. ANY OTHER KINSMEN. So I was forced to use my not inconsiderable resources to pull up a few mercenaries.
I needn't have bothered.
Because almost as soon as the wars started I had reinforcements.
From the devil himself.
Three legendary pagan witches, Circe of Greece, Morganna of Wales and Jezebal of the Levant arrived in dublin, each leading five hundred knights, heavy infantrymen and longbowmen to help me put down the revolts, all of them attractive mystics, one an especially talented diplomat, another and exceptional spymaster and still another a great marshal. All of them have exceptional traits and stats and all of them love me as I am the chosen one, giving +500 relations.
So now I have put down the revolts, and my army of the damned terrorize the Irish High Kingdom and there's not a damned thing anyone can do about it but stare in utter horror of the fulfillment of a satanic plot to overthrow a kingdom blessed by the arrival of a warrior saint who now weeps over the corpses of her dead family.
Help me.
Copy pasted from the paradox forums. What? You never said the story had to be original :p
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Wow epic sir xarabas. Count me in with my generic and boring comment.
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Epic, I read everything, even the rules (Unlike most people! all u EULA skippers! u know what im talking about!)
Im in
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I am not entering.
On July 30th, 1696, at about 9:00 at night, Thomas Starke was walking home. Suddenly, a man named Edward Bromfield ran up to him, grabbed the beaver hat off his head, and kept running. After some pursuit Bromfield dropped the hat. At his trial on September 9th of that year Bromfield had nothing to say for himself, but character witnesses came forward and testified that he was a "Lunatik". With that in mind the jury acquitted him.
That's my story.
Thank you for the amazing giveaway! Good luck everyone!
I am not entering.
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Whoah, that's like two of my favourite things. SteamGifts and coffee.
I would probably have to pay more in bribes than you would have to pay to ship to Guinea to pick it up and I would probably get it in pieces since they are very gentle with people's belongings (I have to buy new luggage almost every time I travel), but it's worth it. Count me in if it's not too expensive for you.
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That is a very nice hot chocolate mug!
Sorry to hear about your Barcelona experiences, I hope you find her some day. I'll be sure to share on facebook - I can't imagine how happy she will be knowing that you still think about her and that you didn't just throw out her number because you didn't like her and whatnot!
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Following the tradition of this and this, I decided to do something fun like that again, except this time I made some changes.
Now instead of a postcard, one lucky winner will go home with this super generic black coffee mug.
As seen here: super lame boring coffee mug
But how generic it is exactly? Well, pretty generic if you're gonna use it for cold beverage, however things get far more interesting once you add some coffee to the formula or hot chocolate or just me standing next to it - so pretty much anything that's considered hot.
And now: ultra cool white custom SG logo coffee mug
That's right, you are now a proud owner of one-of-a-kind, custom made, non generic Steamgifts coffee mug. Except you have to win it first.
The rules are simple, just leave any coherent comment in this thread, could be a simple "thanks" or "count me in" or you could tell me a story about that time you met a cute foreign girl on Barcelona beach called Iris and you had a really wonderful time together and she gave you a phone number before leaving but then you went for one last swim and completely forgot about that number in back of your swim shorts and the water washed away the ink so the number was lost for good. It's been 10 years since then, every now and then before bedtime you think about her, asking yourself if she was the one. Maybe, just maybe things would be different if you left that number on a towel or somewhere before heading out to the waters. But now you will never know......so yeah, as I said, a simple "thanks" or anything else should suffice.
Few things to point out though:
The giveaway will remain open till Sunday next week (August 8) and it is starting riiiiiiiiiiiight about..... NOW!
EDIT 1: Since few people asked me about this, yes it is a thermal mug that changes color with temperature - black/cold > white/hot. These are not two pictures of different mugs (as some actually assumed so).
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