My settlers are thankful they wont be burned and pillaged while I sleep, I am thankful that Ubisoft is working on changing this.
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My settlers are thankful they wont be burned and pillaged while I sleep, I am thankful that Ubisoft is working on changing this.
Prayer of Thanksgiving from John J. J. Schmidt the Woodsman:
On this day we thank thee for the blessed and fruitful land we live on,
For our quick harvest, 12 minute wheat,
For the Pinewoods and Hardwoods that cover our land
For the deliverance by our dear, and incredibly good looking, Mayor
Who vanquished the bandits, removed the clouds they covered our land,
and exiled the horrid, evil, floozy of a tree named Mary to parts unknown.
We thank thee for our new brew,
saving us from the wretched beer we quaffed a year ago.
We thank thee for our new watermill,
saving us from digging new wells every morning.
We thank thee for our new recycling program,
allowing us to cut back on our dangerous coal mines.
We thank thee for our silos,
magically letting us reuse our fields and not letting them grow fallow.
We thank thee for the miraculous conversion of our funny named, much limited Branch Office,
into a Trade Office, able to handle one thousand times as many goods.
We thank thee for bringing us a new great leader, our Veteran General,
such a powerful man, able to handle 50 more drunken troops than our old Generals.
We thank thee for our new, enchanted abacus,
giving us the wisdom on how many mines, smelters and woodcutters we need in our glorious land.
And lastly, we thank thee for providing lenient chat moderation,
letting our immature, perverse Mayor blow off steam outside our wondrous land,
saving our children's ears from his bizarre mind, and twisted words.
Please be with us in the next 12 months, let us build up our wealth and numbers.
And please, finally, we beg of thee, allow our Mayor to fight the other Mayors in game,
to keep him from killing our sons in fruitless adventures,
acting as if they are meaningless, replaceable young recruits,
to keep him from acting as a horrid Troll when representing our people in public
and lastly, to better occupy his time, so as to keep him from building senselss roads,
in his quest to impress the ladies with words and pictures on his Island.
Amen
My little guys are very happy to know I built a big road system so they can visit friends and family. They are also very thankful now that all the bad guys are gone from the island they can call their own. Finally, they are thankful to know that the granaries always hold enough fish, bread and brew for everyone.
This day I will give thanks for the my happiness, Because after a wonderful hollowing event, I had so much luck on my adventures getting a lot of granite and exotic woods, Now my Mayor house looks great on the green color, my wheat are producing more with the new silos, and I will be prepared for better future that's await, happy thanksgiving day.
They are thankful I give them the time of day to rule their lives.
Ralph the Recruit was thankful to be home at last with his family. When he first found out that he was conscripted into the military he was already anxious. Then he discovered that the general he was assigned to was none other than the one known as "The Grim Reaper," and thought his future looked dubious indeed. The perpetually smiling skeletal face peering from underneath the black hood was enough to send tremors through Ralph's body. Those usually assigned to that general never returned. It was as though the scythe that he bore was aimed directly at his own own rapidly drumming heart. The march to the swamp was shrouded with dread. Each of the other conscripts were attempting valiantly to conceal the fear on their faces. Ralph knew they were called to a purpose. If they had to lay down their life to keep their empire safe, then so be it. Yet such bravado rang hollow in his ears as the cavalry fell around him and the mortally wounded soldiers lay thick in their own blood. If nothing else, the battle was quick. Faster than if he was with any other normal general. A small thing but at least something for which to be thankful. Almost as soon as the chaos began it was over. Ralph could hardly believe he was still standing. His bronze sword was nicked and slightly bent but a quick check proved that his body was without serious injury. When Ralph stumbled into his home again, a bit bruised and bedraggled, he was met with open arms by his wife Brenda the Brewmaster. He remembered the brew he quaffed before heading off to war but now Brenda had her special recipe prepared for him. Sitting once again at his own hearth, his two children climbed onto his lap. He toasted his good fortune and gave thanks for family and homestead.
On this day I give thanks for my improvement on my island, after a hard work finally I'm getting better results, Thanks for the free wheat fields and the gems for the events that it help a lot. happy thanksgiving day.
I am Thankful for the internet so our human can get online to plant our wheat fields....so it can be made into bread...so we can make sausage sandwiches!
my settlers are very thankful to my explorer for always being able to find the resource nodes in the same spot, so they dont need to ship their masons all over the island
Thanks for all the fish!
My settlers are thankful for the duckies. Each one of them contribute something special or unique to the guild that can only be supplied by them.
I'm thankful for the tireless adventures who go out and find problems for my recruits to go off and die for their country to help others.
First , I am thankful my Guildmates who never let me down, and who always help the new members.
Second, I am thankful for Ubisoft and Bluebyte who keep working to make a great game better.
And finally, I am grateful for all the recruits and their families, who suffer and die for the glory of the Motherland.
I am thankful for still having all my senses, I can fell pain, happiness, to be able to see the colors of a sunset, to hear the rain or wind, to smell scented candles, to taste new things & that the blood is pumping through my veins. Also for Settlers online to fill my days.
I'm giving thanks for all what I have, it had been hard work time during this year but my island it looks better, producing more wheat and creating more bread to feed our settlers and be happy living on my island. happy thanksgiving to all.
I'm coming, Mother, I'm coming." Jillian hurried towards that back stoop of Lord Crieff's new mansion, a mansion he'd received as his reward for helping defeat the raiders who'd been terrorizing Gray's Island. Her father and brother's had jumped at the chance to return to Glencarse Island with the earl in exchange for Gerald joining the Crieff Rangers.
Her mother was standing on the back stoop, tears in her eyes. "Look who's back," she announced, gesturing towards the doorway.
Her brother stepped out from the undercroft. "I'm now one of his lordship's messengers. He sent me ahead to notify the steward of our return." He grinned proudly. "Our successful return, I might add. The priest of Rosyth will no longer be a problem."
Jillian hugged her brother hard hug as she whispered, "How long will you be home before his next campaign?"
Gerald patted her back. "This should make everyone really happy. This is our last campaign unto summer. The king knows as well as Lord Crieff that the troops are needed to help with harvesting and with the fall and winter planting. Plus," he grimaced, " we lost a lot of weapons and men against the priests. He'll need to rebuild his forces over the winter.
You can celebrate the Thanksgiving feast next week with an open heart."
That whole week as they prepared for the feast, Jillian sang songs from her home island under her breath. Her songs might not match the ones the other workers sang as they gathered grain, dried fish, and prepared venison for their feast, but she'd know the new songs by next year and be able to sing with them. For now she was just grateful for her family's safety in their new home.
She happily raised her mug at the earl's toast, "We give thanks to the gods for our home, the bounty of the land, and our people who care for it. Above all we give thanks for those who made it through this year's campaigns and remember with gratitude those who are no longer with us.
Debby woke up hungry, but knew she had to go light the fires in the kitchen before she could eat anything. At least the water boys had carried in fresh water for her. She put pans of water on to boil then went to the storehouse and got the bread and sausages and fish that would be breakfast for those who came to the tavern that morning. The cook was in the kitchen by the time she got back with her baskets full. He smiled at her as he took the fish from her and went to the sink to clean them. She cut generous slices from the loaves of bread and sausages, and made a sandwich for herself and for the cook. Between bites they discussed the chores for the day, then she went into the dining hall of the tavern to scrub the tables. Generals, explorers, and geologists sat up late at night talking and smoking and drinking brew long after she'd gone to sleep, and they never clean up after themselves. Soon the tables were all clean and she went outside and gathered some flowers from the red, yellow, and blue flowerbeds to put in vases at each table. She also picked some fresh lettuce from the lettuce beds and carried it all back inside. Cook would use the lettuce in both the sandwiches and for salads to go with the fish. Debby wondered how her sisters Kathy and Sandy were getting along. She stayed so busy at the tavern there was little time for visiting. They both worked in the residences, making beds, doing laundry, and cleaning up after the troops who slept there. Her mom worked in the barracks itself where the new troops were trained. She had the toughest job, cleaning up after them, feeding them, and helping the newest ones when they drank too much brew and got drunk. She often told us that we women are the invisible settlers on the island, no one ever sees us, but we need to always remember that this island would fall apart in 2 shakes if we weren't here to take care of the men. But despite the hard work, Debby was very grateful and knew that her mom and sisters were as well. Grateful for our jobs yes, and grateful that the men protected and provided for us, but even more than that, grateful to be so important to the great work going on here, even if no one ever saw us.
this is totally awesome!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by takeovertom
As we bow our heads this day,
We give thanks for the feast.
Fields of ripening wheat
Fresh water
Abundant fish and game
The skills with which to turn these things into meals with which to feed our people.
We give thanks for the wilderness
which has yielded a bounty of wood, copper, iron, stone, and marble
from which we shape our homes and tools;
the weapons with which we defend ourselves.
We give thanks for each other.
We thank our brave soldiers who give their lives in glorious combat
so that our farmers, brewers, bakers, miners, and artisans may live in peace.
So that their children may live in a free land.
And as Christmas approaches, our feast lacks only a single thing:
Chicken.
I give thanks, for the freedom, peace and health and share much brew and bread to all settlers.
thank you for allowing my swords man to drink 5-15 mugs mugs of brew and still being able to stand on there feet, fight and bring my army victory. it is most amazing and i am most thankful that my longbow man and crossbow man can still hit there targets even after drinking so much brew :)
cheers!!!
and may such drinking powers be passed to me..lol :)
honestly, how can a crossbow man hit anything after drinking 50 mugs of brew?!
for that i say thank you
There is only one thing I want to say thank you, "thank you" simply because you released this awesome game :)
My settlers and I are thankful for letting us feel the texture of are clothes, the breeze of the wind, the hands of our loved ones the opportunities for growth through the new schoolhouse you gave us.
the children that hold the settlers together(even though we dont see them.....where else do our settlers come from)....
Thank you for finally cleaning off your monitor -- now we can actually see what the heck is going on out there.
I'm thankful that I was able to see my father for lunch before he died unexpectedly in the evening and all the treasured memories and lessons he taught me.
my people are thankful for all their shiny swords and their overfilled brew muggs they are also thankful for the granit!
One settler family named Patricks were sitting around their table getting ready to feast of Turkey and all the trimmings. They sat back and started to reflect on
all they were thankful for. One by one they went around the table and shared what each were thankful for. Little Tommy was thankful for meat and bread. Susie
the oldest was thankful for all the handsome soldiers that were around to protect the island from harm. Midge, who was Paul's wife was thankful for her family and all the wheat that their farm produced. For they had a very excellent harvest this year. And lastly Paul looked around the table at his family and agreed with Midge that he too was thankful for his family, wife, good health and happiness for it was great being able to work in the friary. He stood at the end of the table and rose
his glass of brew to toast with thankfulness in his heart for another good year on the island.
Life in our village started harsh. With tiny houses, some scattered production buildings, a constant lack of resources and the worries to make it to the next day.
Then all of a sudden we had LOTS of neighbors. They visited us, left arms full of gifts, helped us increasing our production, fill gaps when there is need of something.......... simply amazing !!! And they still come, every day and look after our wellbeing.
We are very thankful to our neighbors and friends for all their support within our guild.
THANK YOU !!!
On this day I will give thanks for my health, strength and patience, because after a hard work of few month I'm still here and my island still not been clean all. But thanks to a good production of bread and brew I keep my self feed and going, and I still have some to share with you all. happy thanksgiving day.
Olaf had intended to sleep in late until the Giant Arrow poked at his workshop, with a loud crashing of timbers and raising of dust. Its another day repairing the thatched roof over his workshop, that Olaf knew was his daily penance by the Great Arrow wielder to guard him against sloth. Olaf also knew that if it weren't for the constant roof repairs, the wood cutters and plank makers would run out of work, and then they could just hang around the tavern drinking the brew, and eyeballing the barmaids in their tight corsets. Olaf knew that this type of behavior would increase the sins of Gluttony, and Lust. The extra gold spent would make the brewers greedy, and anger the honest working peasant when brew prices were raised, and creating envy among the other craftsmen when they saw how rich the brewers had become.
Olaf looked up at the cloudless lit sky and said "I am thankful to Great arrow wielder, for his benign destruction of property to save us from sin."
Up until recently my settlers were victims of terror. Now the pirates have a place to call their own and the Settlers of Lady Jil are forever thankful for the peace that is now upon their island.
I'am Thankful for having so much brothers and sister in the guilds
We settlers have much to be thankful for in the past year. First, a miracle occurred one day, and suddenly it became possible to move our buildings! At last our haphazardly placed structures could be placed in groups that made sense.
Next we are thankful for the bountiful harvest of pumpkins, which we were able to trade for the granite needed to upgrade our buildings.
In addition, we are thankful for the exotic fruit baskets which came to us from far-off lands after the Nightmare of Rollback, which enabled our struggling gold mining operations to continue, despite the increased cost of mining.
Finally we are thankful for the members of our guild who have joined with us and helped our community to grow.
So thankful for the conscripted recruits on our island, and that im not one of them!! Talk about a high mortality rate.
Thanks for all the server maintenance you guys at UBI Soft put in to keep this game running and interesting and challenging
My settlers and I are grateful for the team that makes the system – safe for us to play For fighting viruses that enter my little men’s bodies keeping them in the pink of their health so we can do the things we all love playing Sellers online.
On this day of Thanksgiving oh great ruler, we thank you for the opportunity to win fame with your great weapons of war, on distant islands that we continually and repeatedly batter.