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Post by Cid on Oct 11, 2010 22:03:18 GMT -5
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Nomad
Rogue 
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Post by Nomad on Oct 11, 2010 22:00:45 GMT -5
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Post by Cid on Oct 11, 2010 19:36:47 GMT -5
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Post by Cid on Oct 11, 2010 19:35:30 GMT -5
Dan's in the Matrix.
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Post by on Oct 11, 2010 16:44:20 GMT -5
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Post by Ketara on Oct 11, 2010 15:37:05 GMT -5
The short version, for Dan:
Updates
Game ran for 48 weeks. 124 weekday updates, 30 weekend updates, 21 major event updates. 7 roleplaying contests, 4 FFA's, 2 trivias.
Average: 1 update every 1.92 days. 3.6 updates per week.
Members
88 total members. 42 at game start, highest was 65, 53 at game end.
Emails
5,167 emails, 80 forum PMs. 29.98 messages per update.
Battles
539 battles, 2,198 PC participants. Average of 4.3 battles per weekday update, with 4.0 participants per battle.
Largest battle 42 players, longest battle 53 pages.
There were no updates with 0 battles.
Roleplaying
720 threads, 1,957 posts. Average of 4.1 threads and 11.1 posts per update, or 130% as much roleplaying as there were battles.
Planning
1,095 threads, 10,800 posts. Average of 6.2 threads and 61.7 posts per update, or more than 2 planning threads per battle.
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Nomad
Rogue
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Post by Nomad on Oct 11, 2010 15:08:07 GMT -5
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Post by Ketara on Oct 11, 2010 13:50:01 GMT -5
Mobile Suit Gundam: One Year War, the fifth edition of the game, opened for joining on October 1st 2009. Actions began on October 26th. The game itself ran through September 25th 2010, and a post-game roleplaying contest lasted until October 10th 2010.
In total, the game was open for 48 weeks. During that time, we had 124 weekday updates, which included in-game actions and battles. There were 30 weekend updates, in which storyline events were announced, the website was maintained, inactive members were removed and new members were added. And there were 21 major event updates, in which the regular game was paused to play out a significant battle piece by piece. There were also 7 seperate roleplaying contests, 4 free-for-all events and 2 trivia contests that took place during various game pauses while the staff took some time off.
All in all, the RPG had 175 updates over a 336 day period, averaging an update every 1.92 days, or 3.6 updates per week.
A total of 88 different people joined the RPG, and any player who made no actions for more than 12 updates was removed for inactivity. The lowest member count was 42 at the RPG's beginning, and the highest membership rose to at one point was 65 in March. The RPG ended with 53 people playing.
The game had 1 dedicated full-time staff member who did not play in the game, myself. In addition, at any given time there were 9 members helping as website staff, with duties such as moderating the chatroom and message board, writing battles, or locating errors on the website. This work was actually quite demanding, and only two members remained on staff for the entirety of the 48 week run. I was the sole staff member with access to the actual website code, and made every update myself by manually editing the HTML. The website itself is done in HTML, with a small number of scripts in Java.
Each update players sent in actions for their characters through email. Throughout the game I received 5,167 emails and 80 forum PMs from players, averaging 29.98 per update. I was also graced with countless chatroom PMs and instant messenges from players, and about a dozen game-related phone calls.
During the game there were 539 different battles, each individually written by myself, a staff writer, or in some cases a volunteer. These battles included a grand total of 2,198 player participants, averaging 4.3 battles per weekday update, and 4.0 participants per battle. The largest battle contained 42 players, and the longest was 53 pages in writing. There was not a single update that did not contain any battles.
The playerbase made 720 seperate threads with 1,957 posts on the roleplaying forum, either player profiles describing their character, or RP threads playing them out between battles. This is 4.1 threads and 11.1 posts per update. Put in perspective, this is 130% as much roleplaying as the game had written battles.
Players also made 1,095 threads with 10,800 posts on private strategy forums, planning their next moves in the game. This is 6.2 threads and 61.7 posts per update, or more than 2 planning threads made for every battle fought.
In total the forums had 2,370 threads and 20,574 posts, or 7.0 threads and 61.2 posts every day the game was open.
It was a great game and I am proud of it, but managing it easily took 40+ hours a week, and I am glad that it has finally ended. While I was the sole administrator of the game, it could not have run the way it did without my incredibly helpful player staff, and enthusiastic playerbase. I hope they are all as proud of their contribution to the RPG as I am with mine. They deserve a lot of credit.
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Post by Ketara on Oct 11, 2010 13:12:30 GMT -5
Thanks to everybody for breaking 600 threads. Saw some really adorable endings to your characters. Lots of sad deaths and pregnant women, we need a less emo RPG to play.
Thomas won the contest. I also gave a specialization to Zero, cuz' it was about time he got one.
Thanks for playing, everybody!
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Nomad
Rogue
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Post by Nomad on Oct 11, 2010 1:36:51 GMT -5
“So the war is over?” thought Redan. “…About time…”
Redan sat in the cockpit of his Gyan, and he pondered on his role in A Bao A Qu, and on what his next actions would be. The great battle of A Bao A Qu claimed a lot of lives and among them the Zabi lineage. With the GM lines being mass produced like toys, Zeon forces struggled to hold their own. There were times where Redan thought he would not make it out alive, but it was partially because of the skills and discipline he acquired through the practice of martial arts that he was able to hold his own. Redan went into battle with the principles of jujitsu and the philosophies of Yamamoto Tsunetomo, which allowed him to keep a calm and controlled mind under duress. With the surrender of Zeon, another issue posed itself.
The samurai of ancient times would fight till the glorious end or otherwise commit seppeku for their masters. Many of Zeon’s pilots were so consumed by the propaganda machine, that they gladly and mindlessly threw away their lives at A Bao A Qu for the Zabi family and their war of conquest. Among these saps, were pilots like Johnny Ridden who sacrificed himself for something greater, he attempted to prevent the death of Kcyilia Zabi, but failed. Redan admired the sacrifice of oneself for a great enough cause, but would sooner surrender than die for the likes of the Zabi family. This is where the problem presented itself. Eliot Lem, a man Redan looked up to almost as a master, had surrendered and joined the Earth Federation’s technical division. Would Redan face shame but follow his mentor or was their another choice?
Veronica Wu was the charismatic and open minded leader the Zeon remnants needed. If there was to be a Neo-Zeon, it would be under the Wu family. Veronica’s goals were not based solely on greed like the Zabi family’s, and if anyone was tactically capable of keeping the remaining Zeon forces together, it would be her. Under her leadership, Zeon would probably be able to make a counterstrike in a matter of years. Under new leadership, Zeon would have to go under a new name if they wanted to bury their dark past or so Redan thought. So Redan had to decide. Would he live on his life as the Wu’s sword and shield in hopes of a new Zeon that would fight solely for the colonists? Or would he join Eliot Lem and bring change to the Federation from within that would usher in a new era of peace?
It was doubtful the Federation would change as the hunting of Zeon forces that did not surrender or pledge loyalty to the Federation Forces had begun. Redan had a bad feeling about the future of colonists. Time and time again, the victors of war would reign over the defeated with an iron fist. It was hardly a choice taking that fact into account. Redan would go into hiding and return, maybe retire at Von Braun until Veronica called him to aid in the revitalization of Zeon. With the decision made, Redan smuggled the Gyan onto a civilian cruiser and paid the captain his last month’s salary for safe passage to the lunar base. The future for Zeon was unknown, but at least it had a future.
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Chan
ZMF Officer 
Rear Admiral
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Post by Chan on Oct 11, 2010 1:18:38 GMT -5
4 Days from Earth, EFSF Grand Fleet, Zeon Expeditionary Force, A Bao A Qu
Athena’s Wrath, Chivvay II-class
Forward Observation Lounge
The battle is over. More importantly, the war is over.
Tea steams in a decorated porcelain cup as the woman who signed the "One Year War Armistice" stares out into space. The title under her signature read "Veronica Wu, Commander in Chief".
What does that mean? ponders the brigadier general. Veronica's signature on the document is a peculiar one. She holds the lowest senior rank of the Duchy's Zeon command structure, yet her signature represented the whole Zeon military.
What would history make of her? The general has a line of victories under her belt... yet she signed the instrument of surrender.
More importantly, what would her soldiers think of her?
She doesn't need to poll the crews of the Zeon Expeditionary Force to know the answer. There are mumblings going around. Frustrations and doubts are spreading. Many soldiers died under her leadership. They saw their friends died for her. Above all, they trust her judgment and her instinct. So how did they lose?
What were they fighting for?
Veronica pondered that thought for a moment before picking up her cup of tea. Out of habit, she mentally blame her deceased husband for making her think too much.
What did Zeon fight for anyway? How much of it was Zeon propaganda? Veronica wasn't too sure and she doubts anyone would give her a truthful answer.
What Veronica knows for certain is that the Earth Federation is unfit to rule over the Earth Sphere. Especially with that magnificent General Revil dead. Despite being a torn in Zeon's side, at least he could rein in the Federation. While Federal military might may have secured them control over Earth and the surrounding space, it does not mean that they are fight to govern. Side 3 used to be the beacon against Federal oppression before it was tainted by the Zabi family's greed. Now, nothing stands against the Federation's monopoly of the Earth Sphere.
A dark thought crosses her mind. The Federation is now free to exert its will in any fashion over the spacenoids. There are none that can oppose them and whatever decisions they make regarding the colonies. The feeble governments of the Riah Republic and other neutral nations cannot compare to the Federation military.
The commander of Zeon's space autonomous forces looks at a sheet of paper on the table beside her. On it are the Federation's procedures for her to surrender the Zeon Expeditionary Force and its complete dismantlement. An idea blooms in her mind.
Her soldiers and pilots need a mission. Her fellow spacenoids need hope. The Federation cannot be allowed to go about unchecked.
Veronica takes a careful sip of her tea.
She has a fleet. She is the heir apparent of JINYUAN Industries. She is a well-known name to spacenoids.
But what about Winston?
Her face frowned as Veronica takes another sip of her tea. She fought to stay alive so she can return to him. Why would she go back to war so soon?
What kind of world would he grow up in? What kind of future will he have?
Veronica doesn't know. What she does know is that she can't trust the Federation. She must fight for a better future for her son and her family. She must do what she can to repair. She must make good use of her resources to ready herself and her soldiers for the day...
... The day spacenoids would need them again.
Her mind is set. The Brigadier General hits the intercom. "Send for Lieutenant Commander Banks," commanded the leader of Zeon's military. She looks back out into space. If this is going to work, she will need the help of her officers and the soldier and pilots that follow them. The first of which is her Mobile Weapons Operations officer, Richard Banks.
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Post by on Oct 10, 2010 23:36:00 GMT -5
“Get a move on! Get those god damn trucks in those hangers!” Several men shouted similar grunts of demands along all roads heading into the rebuilt Alexandira. It had been mere hours since the city had reached a level of reconstruction that it could actual be considered more than smoldering ashes and was far from its former glory but everything activity among the roads leading into the area were at an all-time high. The war had ended, lasting close to one year in length the armistice had been signed and the Federation was declared the winner.
The War’s end meant more than just words to several factions. Drugs, mercenaries, and every type of lowlife possible grew accustomed during the days of war. Moving goods from place to place and the average illegal activity went unnoticed during wartime, a free working man could simply write a check for a fee and have high level hackers obtain any information he wanted from any government but with the fighting no longer occupying the attention main governments such actions would not go unnoticed any longer.
No, the cargo ships would be checked more thoroughly, identities verified through the proper networks, and getting ahold of any land would become nearly impossible. The Federation made sure of this. Shortly after the end of the war they quickly put their forces to work re-securing the North African continent away from both Zeon and African Union hands. A lone man quickly set out to get the city back on its feet before the any Federal blockades could establish around the land, they had only a few hours to finish loading in supplies before forces from the newest Federation fortress of Dakkar would be out on patrol.
From a corner a man and child watched over the supply trucks moving in from one of the main roads. His eyes looked over the activity, hidden under his hat as they continued about their work. None of the rogues entering the town had known who put the money up for their safe haven and it was better that way. Word had spread and it was simple, “If you seek a free Haven, head to Alexandria.” The scum and war criminals such a message attracted would take care of the rest. They would take care of the tasks that the nameless proprietor wouldn’t have to worry about; things like making sure the law enforcement kept their eyes noses elsewhere instead of looking down their own alleyways.
“Blackjack-Sensei!!!” Pinoco tugged on Kuuro’s cape to get his attention. “What are we going to do now that you sold all the mobile suits!” She looked over at the last outgoing shipment from the city as several Zaku Cannons and Xamels traveled out of sight loaded onto the back of military trucks.
“Those would only draw unwanted attention. We have a new home here, a cottage on the outskirts of town, one that overlooks the ocean again.” He avoided eye contact as he turned his back to the workers and made his way to a black car parked in the alley. Pinoco’s face grinned wildly as she skipped behind him in pursuit. “A hospital will be built soon enough but we’ll be handling all medical requests ourselves until then, there is already a backlog of patients requiring work done on them secretly. Soldiers of Zeon I suppose, but we’ll be busy.”
Car doors opened and closed her smile was eerily large now. He finally looked over at her in a half shocked sort of way. “What is it?”
“We’re settling down! I get to cook you dinner again” she shouted as Kuuro’s stomach wretched inside of him. A nervous laugh managed to find its way out.
“How about some ice cream first?” He spoke over the ignition of the car’s engine as they drove down the alley.
“Really!? YIPPPPPEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” She jumped around in her seat wildly until she smashed her head into the roof. The two shared a laugh together for the first time in quite a while.
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Post by ender on Oct 10, 2010 23:34:23 GMT -5
AXIS Asteroid Fortress
January 14th, UC 0080
Hangar Bay
His family had moved here, what was left of them. A younger brother, assigned to the asteroid fortress as part of the mobile suit dicision, had their mother moved there once Maharaja Kahn had been stationed as commander, and their father had died.
Lieutenant Commander Erin Irusk had received the news of his brothers death as soon as he finished another training mission. He normally didn't leave the hangar bay until the check out had been done, but as soon as he had been told, he left the bay.
The massive halls of the asteroid fortress seemed far more massive on his long walk to the civilian sector of the base. Each step seemed to take more time. And once a Zeon flag had been presented to him by the honor guard, the trip grew longer yet. It was his duty to deliver it to the family of the deceased. It just happened to be even harder than usual, since he was the deceased's own brother.
"Mum. I... have some news." He spoke through the comm unit in the door, his voice wavering as he spoke. It was his mother that opened the door, her steps slow as she looked at the face of her younger son. He pulled the folded flag out from behind his back, presenting it to her. "Alec... died on Earth. Apparently he was chased down by a Federal fleet. He died a hero and..." but Erin couldn't go on. The look in his mother's face broke his attempt at the spiel, as she embraced her son, openly weeping as she held him. He started crying as well as he held his mother.
--January 15th, UC 0080--
He had arranged the funeral with Maharaja Kahn. Honoring the dead was important, especially when one of them was the reason why the AXIS MS commander trained his comrades so fully, expecting proper discipline and military doctrine, even as a pacifisit commander preferred Zeon Zum Deikun's methods to the Zabis. But their military was still needed to defend the sovreign nation of AXIS. And AXIS needed heroes and martyrs.
Erin Irusk, dressed in full military dress, looked out at the full hangar hall. The various pilots and personel had gathered, and even the young and mysterious Haman Kahn had taken the time to attend. The AXIS-Zeon flag fluttered behind him, a slight draft from the quiet life support system moving through the staging area.
It was, in general, a standard memorial for the fallen of the One Year War, but Erin had geared it as a funeral for Alec. A picture of the TAF officer had been placed on the dais, and Erin had placed a reserved space for their mother in the front row, next to the commander officer, Haman, and the ship captains of AXIS.
"Captain Aleksander Gurvaldt Irusk of the Terrestrial Assault Force, was an inspiration to me. It was because of his drive that I signed up for the Space Assault Force. And it was because of him, that I decided that the message of Zeon Zum Deikun was exactly what the space colonies needed. He fought for the Principality of Zeon with a zeal that was unmatched. He was an instructor that instilled a sense of camraderie within the cadets at Zum City Academy, and was always willing to spar with cadets when they felt they wanted a little more practice before their assignments."
Erin paused, looking down at the notecards where he had written the eulogy, trying to gather his emotions.
"He was known as The Warmonger, because of the ferocity he took when in battle. It seemed that he thrived in combat, and was in his perfect element. While this was something that could work in favor of the propagandists, it wasn't a complete picture. He was a consumate soldier, but he truly cared for those under his command. He didn't want to see an unecessary life taken. He was something that we, the AXIS defenses, should take to heart when we envision an ideal of what we do when we go out to defend our home. He was my brother, he was a son. But with all of this, he was a true Patriot. Alec, Zeon salutes you."
The troops inside of the hangar bay stood and saluted, as Erin turned to face the picture, and offered his own salute.
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Frenzy
ZMF Officer
Commander
Could be Ramsus.
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Post by Frenzy on Oct 10, 2010 22:26:53 GMT -5
”How did it come to this? How did we lose after all that effort, all that work all that…sacrifice?”
The war had ended just a few minutes after the new year as best as Richard could tell. Then came the treaty that pretty much gutted Zeon of any economic might. Lessons of the past should’ve shown the Federation that doing so only led to bad things, but with Revil dead, most of the negotiations had been left to Jamitov, who made it very clear he despised Spacenoids of all stripes. And at the same time, Richard couldn’t blame the Federation for being vindictive. The war had caused an unprecedented amount of lives to be lost on both sides. He’d moved his desk off the Bangkok and into a nice office on the HQ that had been constructed in what remained of Side 1, finally glad to be off a ship for an extended period of time, though the losses of the war still weighed heavily on his mind.
“Wu, Sun, Chris, Laredo, Beria, Dima, Haifa, Caleb, Emil and Florian…and more. So many lives lost…and for what? All so we can hide in the debris like this? All our resource mining operations amounted to the biggest fleet in Zeon…no…the strongest one too…and we still lost. The best mobile suits, the best people, the best ships, all for naught. No…perhaps not. We’re still alive. We can still use this to protect what we’ve got left.”
And they still had the Schee Weiss onboard the Bangkok for some reason. They’d been scheduled to return it to Grenada after New Year’s in order for it to be reassigned to someone, but the end of the war, along with some last-minute alterations to the orders had left the machine onboard the Gwazine. Richard didn’t know what they’d do with it, given that nobody else seemed to be able to pilot it, but he assumed the machine was better off with them than being dismantled by the Federation.
“They don’t deserve all the hard work we put into it. That Florian put into it. Heh…such a powerful weapon it was. Even compared to the Perfect Zeong. And to think the bane of their fleets wasn’t even old enough to live on his own in normal society.”
He took a drink out of the glass of water he had on the oak desk in the office. It was a far cry from the cramped and dingy offices he’d had onboard the Lucifer’s Fury and Bangkok. Even though it was a hideout, the new headquarters for Jinyuan Industries was still quite lavish, all told, though still quite militaristic in nature. They were very much off the grid overall, to reduce the chance of prying eyes, namely those of any opportunistic EFSF officers looking for a quick promotion, from finding them. And if that failed, well, they had their ships, suits and the defenses built onto the base itself.
“And what a coincidence that Admiral Delaz also wanted to hide here…not sure why the man declined to shelter his fleet here. Perhaps he didn’t want to bring attention to us? Perhaps he didn’t hear our hails…doesn’t really matter. With the ZEF and Delaz Fleets still in play…we can still do something. Not now. Maybe not even in ten years….but eventually.”
Getting up from the leather chair he’d been seated in, the Lieutenant Commander looked out the window, out over the streets in the urban area of the fortification. It wasn’t much compared to the colonies of Side Three, or even the dilapidated sections in Texas Colony, or even what he’d heard of the colonies in Side Six. But it would be their home for god knew how long.
And funnily enough, he regretted very little. Emil’s death, as well as Florian’s were chief amongst them. Had he failed to protect them, or had fate simply dealt them and him a bad hand? He didn’t know, and likely never would. Even with all the time in the world to second-guess himself and Veronica, answers would never come. There was no point in it, really.
“These people still need me to help keep them safe. Just as I need them. As long as I’m here, I have an obligation and a duty to this fleet and these people. Even if the war, such as it is, is over.”
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Chris
ZMF Officer
Obersturmbannfuhrer
Ubersuperduperbannfuhrer!
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Post by Chris on Oct 10, 2010 22:17:44 GMT -5
The cold dry wind blew across the hull of the Pendragon as it floated along the frigid surface of the antarctic waters. A lone figure surveyed the area, his hardened eyes cutting across the apparent nothingness that surrounded them. The black figure was a vivid contrast to the white tundra and ice shelves, the massive war ship stuck out a like a sore thumb, but no one was near to notice. Sebastian knew he had nothing to worry about, they were successful in wiping out the Federation's naval forces; no one could track them now. But he couldn't help but think, was this truly the end?
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