WHAT HAVE I DONE!?
in case you were wondering, that is my bastard daughter Rainbow Dash married to the King of Hungary. I wish I legitimized her.
I remember when I had my fat and mostly useless Duke legitimize his bastard. That bastard then became THE most successful Duke, retaking the county we had lost (like 2 or 3 times) helped in establishing peace in that county so no one could take it, and married a Countess so that his child would inherit his lands and hers.
He was gay as well. And for some reason, that made him seem like an actual historical figure.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow;
Between the crosses, row on row;
That mark our place; and in the sky;
The larks, still bravely singing, fly;
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
lol.
I want that game so badly, but I'm poor.
Hopefully Christmas will change dat.
The White Army and the Black Baron;
Are trying to force us back to the Tsar.
I just realized the stats on her... High diplomacy? That's NOT Rainbow Dash.
It got a 75% discount on steam a couple of days ago. Original game without DLCs costed roughly 10 euros.Originally Posted by CommunistZed
Also, dat feel when your bastard daughter turned out more succesful than you did. I once had a bastard son becoming king of France while I was duke of Lombardy -.-
I have this too. It confuses the arse out of me... But I play games without doing tutorials, so I've no idea what I'm doing. I'm the best leader.
"And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.'"
Yeah. Currently I'm doing a modded game of CK2 and naming all of my children spammer names. Prince Rilla looks very promising.
^this Diplomacy is more of a twilight Sparkle type of thing.
yeah. She should be high Marshall skill.
Ah yes, I remember that. It took me weeks to figure out what being the De Jure liege of a county fucking meant.
Also, I remember buying this fucking game for a shitload of money, and then three days later, it was like 12 bucks.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow;
Between the crosses, row on row;
That mark our place; and in the sky;
The larks, still bravely singing, fly;
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
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