It will be interesting to see if the devs read my guides and fix the ‘exploits’ I will list below, while utterly ignoring all the improvements I suggested in the overview, and directly. I will soon reveal the dirty little secrets the devs don’t want you to know! It bears out earlier comments about the game and the nature of it and its player base. This is shot of general chat, as at 24th May, 2020. Events today, Gathering tomorrow, they materials and/or units. So we are clear, this guide is for people who either already play, or have read my overview and for some unfathomable reason still want to play this game.Īs at mid-June I am adding pages ad-hoc, I’ll write the menu shortly. Please do read on to see why I feel this way, it may open your eyes to this game, and the many others like it. This game is not worth my time, effort, or money. On reflection, they won’t probably won’t. Lord Dawlish eyed the strange fowl without enthusiasm.« « Back to the Chaos & Conquest menu pageįirstly, importantly, this is a follow-on to my rather long overview of this game.Īt present, and until early June (2020), this page will be a work in progress the main content and databases are to follow. He may have gone to telephone or something, what?'Ĭlaire was looking after the stud merchant, as, grasping his wealth, he scuttled up the avenue. It was a relief to Bill when the arrival of the waiter with food caused a break in the conversation and enabled him adroitly to change the subject. She developed this theme to-day, not only on the stairs leading to the grillroom, but even after they had seated themselves at their table. You'll be able to get those children of yours some bread-I expect you can get a lot of bread for a shilling. Didn't want much else, apparently, but were frightfully keen on bread.' Squads of children at home demanding bread. Only a bob,' his lordship hastened to say. With that wealth, added to free lodging at one of the best clubs in London, perfect heath, a steadily-diminishing golf handicap, and a host of friends in every walk of life, Bill had felt that it would be absurd not to be happy and contented. And this modest ambition had been realized for him by a group of what he was accustomed to refer to as decent old bucks, who had installed him as secretary of that aristocratic and exclusive club, Brown's in St James Street, at an annual salary of four hundred pounds. As long as he could afford to belong to one or two golf clubs and have something over for those small loans which, in certain of the numerous circles in which he moved, were the inevitable concomitant of popularity, he was satisfied. He was not the type to waste time in vain regrets. Until six months before, when he had become engaged to Claire Fenwick, he had found nothing to quarrel with in his lot. Indeed, with the single exception of the Earl of Wetherby, whose finances were so irregular that he could not be said to possess an income at all, he was the poorest man of his rank in the British Isles. Of course, if they like bread, that makes it rather rotten, doesn't it? What are you going to do about it?'Ĭertainly Lord Dawlish would have been more prudent not to have parted with even eleven shillings, for he was not a rich man. Worse, he faced them, and in a hoarse but carrying voice he was instructing Heaven to bless his benefactor.īuy a dying rooster, guv'nor,' he advised. He cast a furtive glance behind him in the hope that the disseminator of expiring roosters had vanished, but the man was still at his elbow. For Claire, dear girl, was apt to be unreasonable about these little generosities of his. The fact of the matter was that he had only just finished giving the father of the family his shilling, and he was afraid that Claire had seen him doing it. Bill Dawlish was this fortunate bloke, but, from the look of him as he caught sight of her, one would have said that he did not appreciate his luck.
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