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Actually to be an Emperor you have to have it as your forum name.How about REDpoint Emperor? :teeth:
I did.
Plus there can only be one.
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That's why he who shall not be named is not around anymore?
Funny how I haven't explained the art of paying an assassin to kill someone to @aaden in CK II, isn't it?
The only thing CKII taught me so far is that Ireland must be a sad place. Not a single suitable lass in all the country to marry my son and heir. (heads-up: just making conversation, not requesting help ) Looks like you might have to explain me said art soon, if my dynasty is to prosper. And I thought @AL890 just lacks motivation, when he claimed there's not much going on in his area.
) Looks like you might have to explain me said art soon, if my dynasty is to prosper. And I thought @AL890 just lacks motivation, when he claimed there's not much going on in his area.
It lacks decent, single women! Why do you think we are so notoriously flirtatious? :lol:
RACIST!!! I have only drunk alcohol once in my entire life, and what do you think happened? I threw it back up. I can't drink as I get sick!
That's what I'm starting to think.
@Kinley
I'm Northern Irish. I just have an unusual problem which prevents me from consuming alcohol. Besides, don't you Romanians consume large amounts of Ale and Vodka? :harhar:
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One time I had to go to Amsterdam on a photography project.Said photography project involved people from around Europe showcasing their native tradtions in an effort to better understand one another.One afternoon when we had some free time we decided we should sample everyone's native liquer of choice,homework we called it.After displaying everything we had on a table (cech beer,austrian rum,turkish raki and cypriot wine among other things) we debated on the order we should "taste" them in.We reached a consensus:weakest first,strongest last.After blasting through them (and insulting my turkish colleague's raki by calling it water) we reached the mother of them all...pălinca.After that it all became a blur.The last thing I remember was standing in front of the Hostel with two of my turkish colleagues and that I was counting in german.They said that by the time I reached eleven the words started to overlap eachother.Then the film broke.I'll spare you the smelly details.Needless to say that for about a week you couldn't walk on the floor we were staying without the hairs in your nose falling out.
Till this day I can't get even remotly close to pălinca without my liver behaving like it's a Zumba gym.The most I can manage is a couple of beers or a glass of wine.
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