Res Romanae gems

[Tamur]

"It's possible for some characters in Rome: Total War to have pets. If you can find where to get the pet sheep, then you probably deserve to have it. And for all the wrong reasons..."

"...the Romans are probably the only people in history to have a goddess of sewers: Cloacina."

"Given that yesterday was the Festival of Figs, today should be the Day of Utter Regularity, or the Festival of Bathroom Queues, but it isn't. As if..."

"After yesterday's day of bean feasting (Kalendae Fabariae), today should be the Day of Echoing Bowels..."

"Were he still around, today would be the day for Socrates to celebrate his birthday. But novelty mugs with "Make Mine A Hemlock!" on the side would probably not be acceptable as gifts."

"Among the odd cast of retinue characters to have crept into Rome: Total War are: an evil mother-in-law, an exotic slave, a white pet cat, a numismatist, a lictor, a poisoner, a soothsayer, and a wise woman. There are two things you need to know about that last one..."

"When a General gives a rousing speech to his men before battle his little personality quirks can come out in what he says to his troops. Would you fight bravely for a man who fears the "moon people"? "

[Thoros of Myr]

Thank ya Tamur, fun stuff :)

[Colovion]

I can't wait to see the awkward silence that follows the speach of a General who has the "Strange" Vice.

[Tamur]

lol!!! Yes, I'm wondering how much effect it will have. If the general has the "Poisonous" vice, does he tell his men that it might be better to wait and fight another day, AFTER his assassin has done the job he was sent to do?

The mind reels...

[Marshal Murat]

"For the Glory of Rome, we shall drive the moon people away, as with a saucepan, as I once did to a assailant. So now, leave me not alone, and MAKE MINE A HEMLOCK!"

Celebrater of Socrates, Attacked by a Assasin, and a Strange man, I wonder about a Pervered, Six Toed, Strange.
"I call myself, Michel Jackson!"

[Kaiser of Arabia]

"Vell, I..I..I..I.. th.. th.. think b..b..b..boy..boys ar.ar..are s..se..se.sexxy, so..so..so.. I..I..I..am..preg..preg..preg..pregnant wi..wi..with an ele..ele..elephant! HIGH HO SILVER TO THE HUMPING BENCHES TO COUNT MY 12 TOES!"

*eirie silence, bow fired, hits extra toe.