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Choco-cake facepalm ~ celebrating the mess

A year ago on the 7th month, on the 7th day @ 7:07, the now defunct eRepublik insider announced the launch of Rising, aka V2, the next big step for eRepLabs. V2 had been discussed, anticipated, hyped, leaked, teased, artfully redesigned but not artfully beta tested, over months preceding the 7-7-7 launch. What was supposed to be the next generation of the New World actually became the death of the Old Republik (insert unrelated yet cool Star Wars reference here).


Told ya 7s would ruin the New World, “the days are numbered, and 7 is that number” ~ with Cake, too.

It’s been a year, and while much has changed, most of it has been rolled back, cut down, simplified, restricted, covered up, artfully redesigned, and hyper-inflated. This Old eRepublik of 500K has seesawed between 250-170 over the last half of the Rising era. Now in these dark ages, we have no signposts to tell us where we are. Where is the eRepublik Insider? Where are Plato’s update threads? Where are our eRep forums? Where are the people that could tell us if we’ve successfully moved beyond V2 to another time or are we still lingering the gloom of its demise? Beta, V1, V2, V2.5…does the end of Lana’s reign signal a V3 or should we settle on naming it ‘Terra Icognita’ for now and perhaps forever.


Out of focus cake is still the same delicious, right?

With today marking the 1-year anniversary of eRepublik Rising ~ V2, and there never having been any markers to say we have left it behind, let us light a candle, think back over what we’ve had and what we’d like, make a wish, blow it out. Happy Birthday Lana and your sisters, sorry to see you buried under like all those other pieces dreamed up in a Lab to be experimented upon and then chucked in the wastebin with all the other digital refuse. Happy Birthday, you almost made it, one day shy, but I’ll say it anyway.

Here’s a birthday list I made for all those aborted algorithms and lopped-off modules, showing that you have not been forgotten:


Patty-cake, patty-cake, baker’s man, baking a cake would really be much easier if we had that CakePHP Developer instead.

‘Wild’n’free’ media module ~ of course top of my list. You were such a problem with foreign troll articles, org papers, uncategorized writings, and pages and pages of newly written material each day to range across with unabandoned reading. A free spirit that did what you pleased, ran where and what you wanted through your pages, So glad they have tamed you, broken your spirit and resolve, tethered you to a tag and left you to wither, an old nag that nags at you no more.


‘Raging bull’ money market ~ ah, you were the bane of all us honest players and the friend of thieves and hard-working business tycoons who would shift around fortunes at the click of a key. You were massive and unrestrained, breaking the backs of those who made any small mistake who dared ride you. Speculators and money-changers gambled on what you’d do next, watching your every small move, So glad they have tamed you, too, made you a 10-Gold gelding, then overfed you on counterfeit greenbacks, leaving you bloated with inflation as we milked you for all the Gold we could take. Does it matter you’ve lost all verisimilitude of a former financial & fine filly?


‘Free-range’ work skill ~ those were the times, how I watched you grow a fraction point at a time on all-natural once-a-day clicks, until we found the nerdy-cute librarian and her time-management boosters. 8 or sometimes 12 hours a day we were in the library, building up your economic muscle, honing your skills in one of a dozen professions, preparing you for the long career ahead as an carpenter (horrible choice, btw) But the Gold spent there was nothing compared to the spectacular growth spurt of the work-manager module. Thousands of points a day, I saw you rise before being sent off to slaughter at the Town Center.


‘The Cornucopia’ of Goods – diamonds, oil, stone, wheat, iron, titanium, houses, tickets, gifts galore! Shopping seemed such a chore, yet now its gone we see it for the treat it was. Aisles and aisles of pistols, rifles, copters, or tanks, maybe a 2 or 3-zone ticket, a house for happiness or for health – you decide. It was all there for the taking, customized glory we can now only imagine. More fights, bigger bang? Longer lasting, or higher health? Further, faster? Wholesome wellness or happy treats…we build it, you buy it, anything to fit your needs, keep looking ‘til that mouse finger bleeds. What’s ‘Quality’ now when we could have had a buffet of imbalanced baubles? So glad they cut you down to 4 and spread two out by five…all oatmeal in your choice of bigger bowl.


A ‘Moveable Feast’ for Friends, an Orgy of Orgs ~ we met, we worked, we wrote stories, we shared secrets and passwords, told of misdeeds and trust. Who goes there? Where were you from? Did it matter at whose desk you worked – friend or foe? We played masquerade and put on disguises, played silly or serious, pretended to be great bankers or generals, maybe just a boys club no one spoke of. We deposited in you our trust and welfare, you gave back what you could, doling out portions to the masses of those seated round, or left us hungry when your cupboards were robbed bare. In the media, you were bountiful and unbound, pushing up articles to mass media proportions, and showering us with unbridled comments from behind whatever mask you wanted to wear. We hated you, but adored you, for being fun and reckless, a risk but also a necessity to something grander. So glad they ushered you towards the door step by step, readying you for the big heave-ho out you go, here’s a ticket and some coins, just don’t come ‘round here no more.


For all that’s not coming ‘round no more, we did get plenty more in return. All my early eRep dreams have been fulfilled about rolling in thousands of CAD, of eating more than just one measly bread a day, and being more than a two-clicker when now I can be a two-hundred clicker (240 to be exact). Waiting days and weeks between wars in the post-French Toast period is a total thing of the past when battles are springing up everywhere free, sometimes even automatically. Watching quarter points being added to strength and workskill, only 10 xp a day!, felt like forever just to make it up a notch.


This really blows, hard

Now all that 2-click slogging has been blown wide open and multiplied to insane heights. It’s a fighter’s paradise, a clicker’s dream, and a trainer’s delight. Completely cured is the V1 despair of having not enough tasks to manage each day, the need to divert ourselves in news articles rundowns or forum contests, creating reams of threads about legislations and laws that continue to dog us to this day.

Happy Birthday Rising ~ eRepublik V2. It started when you trotted out Lana, and yesterday she is gone. It’s like you didn’t want her to be there to share in the cake…oh, remember the cake Plato made us for that other first birthday? It’s good that we have 4x training, we are eating too much as it is. 2400 health plus birthday cake would have been too much for old Lana to take ~ she’s no longer the fine filly of her former self:

Sorry, image removed due to extreme sexiness of obese Lana and her birthday cake
Eating hundreds of times each day but only training once? So glad to see that’s now fixed.
Here’s how I expect this day to go:
I came, I ate, I ate a little more, I trained, then trained a little more, worked, then worked a little more, fought and then waited 6 hours more, fought again, called it a year like no other and did what I could to remember this same day last year and decided that I like pie, instead.