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Next turn is not working...
Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 9:09 pm
by Wallensteinwojtek
Is it because no official realese was made?
Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 9:35 pm
by Bohémond
You will be able to press the next turn button on September 18th.
As soon as you will install the release patch for preorder version.
Regards
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 11:56 am
by koningtiger
18th? I thought it was 19th. Great.
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 12:00 pm
by yellow ribbon
thought to be, yes, three days before launch and launch should be 22.
hell, you need the patch anyway (torturing waiting fellow players)
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 12:12 pm
by koningtiger
Bohemond words are law in Hispania, so we wait our patched exe on 18th.
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 12:27 pm
by Bohémond
My mistake, it will be September 19th.
Regards
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 12:50 pm
by yellow ribbon
koningtiger wrote:Bohemond words are law in Hispania, so we wait our patched exe on 18th.
now you know why the call it the[color="#FF0000"] Iulian calendar[/color] with the month JULY... after two thousand years, the problem of one day is neglect-able
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 2:45 pm
by koningtiger
Damn, that day will be of importance, i know it.
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 8:02 pm
by Boomer
The 19th. It will be a day long remembered...
I've got a six pack of Sam Adams and a weekend set aside just for the occasion. Can't wait.
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 8:11 pm
by Searry
I already spent hours lookin at the different campaigns. It's so torturing not being able to advance to the next turn.
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 9:42 pm
by yellow ribbon
at least you will have it to the "terminales" not to the "Ides" of the month...
Boomer, "
It will be a day long remembered..." thats really more for a 100-year-war game... remembers me on Henry the V.
oh yeah, patience, we all have it when we dont need it...
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge...
just stroke "England" and enter your nationality (sorry for the excours *whistling in extraordinary good mood*)