ashoof

It seems we need to just take care of ourselves and not expect any help from the governing body when troubles arise.

*high-fives darthryan* This is absolutely ridiculous that no GM action is being taken to restore this deed owner with his deed. I am quite honestly disgusted at the staff right now.

BIG +1

I think that is the main problem of communism in general...one that will never be overcome

Thought I should post about what happened here and hope all my fellow east coast pals are ok. Well im in coastal NY and our area was hit really bad...it will take us months and possibly years for many of us to rebuild our lives. But we are Americans and New Yorkers and we are strong and we will pull through. Brick by brick, house by house, street by street... a village in our area that was affected. Breezy Point NY were my family and friends live.

I wish it was so, but every village ive joined is never like this....at least not with the whole election process and not a public deed where everybody can join

Hm, I suppose making all purchase records public? but then you run into a myriad of problems that need to be overcome with that....any suggestions?

To preface this I have no intentions of starting a deed of this type, only to see if it could work in theory. Hello all Well I am on a bit of a break from wurm at the moment now that the cleanup from hurricane sandy has begun and I have had alot of time to think. So I'm sure that it has been thought of before but what if we were to establish a public deed, one based on collectivism. I know this political theory has been tried in the real world and has worked in some cases and others not. But what I'm thinking here is, if a group of say....5 got together and donated lets say 10s each. You can start a deed with this amount and begin to build a village. After the village is set up and has its "roots in the ground" so to speak, the idea took off and 20 premium and non-premium alike wished to join the village. So now we are up to 25 people in total. Each one can choose a job that he/she likes and any products produced by those 25 that are sold go to one main bank account. That money is used to pay for village upkeep and any other projects that can be of value to the village. The extra money that is left over is divided up equally amongst the 25. This deed would also be a democracy in which the 5 original investors, (and anybody else who comes along down the line at a later time and donates 10s which is the original amount the founders each donated) could be elected Mayor by the people. I know this way sounds like an oligarchy a bit but bear with me. These elections can be held every 2 months in which a new leader is elected. Any thoughts? Do you think there would be any interest in this concept or has it been tried before? Ashoof

I vote nay to the proposed ideas. -1

+1 always wanted a caravan and sea-trader type lifestyle!

Good luck kajjie, will be missin' ya alot *hugs*

great bunch of players, very experienced and good prices too! +1 to this awesome town and my former home

Hey bud, even though we really got to know each other in the days before you leaving, im so happy to have met you and to have chatted with ya...ill miss ya! cheers and have fun ashoof p.s. was sad I didnt see my name up there

+1!

Willkommen auf wurm

There are many people who have influenced me during my wurmian travels. But I would like to thank one man, in particular, he goes by the name of Eyerobot Eyerobot was a very helpful player who i met on my first day of the freedom isles...after being dragged to Collosus Lake by deathreus I was introduced to him. And once I founded my own deed across the lake, and built up my town with a few noobs who sadly have all left the game and me, eyerobot was there to help and guide a young, senseless, wurmian like myself...whether it was us plotting to be an economic powerhouse, or him dropping off some lanterns he made for me or just having some general chit-chat like we still have once in a while. Whether he knows it or not, he truly kept me in wurm when I was prepared to quit due to frustration. And I am so happy I was able to get to know you and for you to help me in enjoying such an awesome game. Thank you eyerobot maybe one day we can be neighbors once again

Well, this is more about Real life...but I thought I would share you this story. I use this as inspiration to be a better person and to just treat people better and stop and enjoy life a little more. Living in todays times...sometimes I feel we need stop to admire the small things and stop always living our lives in such a rush. This story makes me cry everytime here it is: A NYC Taxi driver wrote: I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but inst ead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. 'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.' 'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.. 'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me to take?' I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. 'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse. 'Nothing,' I said 'You have to make a living,' she answered. 'There are other passengers,' I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.' I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life.. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

This made my day, haha I am clearly a goth I suppose by these sayings

How about some american bacon too

Im sorry sme, But should the game hold back from possible development and implementing new ideas because a few grouchy land-owners terrain texture would change? It would end up being the same familiar forum faces (yes I know I suppose I am one of those) complaining about changes, AS USUAL.

Yea that might be a better approach to it, something to consider. But remember, you would be doing this to bring people in. Not have people come in and then implement it.