Hoist That Rag

Day 4,790, 12:57 • Published in USA USA • by Gnilraps


eRepublik has so much promise as as social networking browser game. And yes, most of its promise lies broken in pieces, despite the recent appearance of (useless, let’s face it) Q5 Missiles.

But even the shards of this fool’s paradise intoxicate those of us whose memories are branded by regional elections, worker skill, and a competitive 5-party reality. So I’m back.




Yes, I’ve returned to once again drink this poison elixir, to whirl about in this semi-human ocean, to knock virtual heads with y’all until we’re giggling dizzy with delusions of simulated grandeur. I’m back for one more BH, SH, PP, RW, MM, and who knows maybe even CP. Hell, lets shoot for the Asterias… first American SG??? Come on, Yui, I’ll race you.

The first order of business is a new design for my newspaper. The Currahee will continue to be published here, of course, as often as circumstances dictate. But publishing a variety of articles has always been my favorite part of this game, so I need a brand that is conducive to miscellany, and I don’t want to just retread 16 Shells. Moving forward, I will be publishing Hoist That Rag, and I hope that you will subscribe and read every issue.




Some of you won’t care that I’m back. No big deal, I am not asking you to. I do hope to contribute enough again this time that you might eventually decide that you’re favorably opinionated about my return. But if not, I also hope that I won’t piss you off so much that you’ll wish I had remained in hiding forever. But if you’re indifferent towards me, great.
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Some others of you will troll me relentlessly beginning with the comments section below and ending NEVER. You will do this because you’ve decided to. Like all very active players, I’ve earned a lot of the criticism I deserve and, like all very active players I’m also unreasonably hated. Some trolls in this game are just downright nasty and are best left ignored. Some trolls are stupid and deserve something between pity and derision. And some trolls are onto something about me that is truly deeply flawed, and they know it, and so they hammer on hoping I’ll go away. At times it’s worked, the vitriol stung and I’ve needed to retreat for a whie. This time I don’t think I’ll care what you say, dear troll, so go ahead and let the scant dozens of people who will actually read this article (and your comments) know what a bastard I am.
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Some of the rest of you will be happy to know that I am clicking my own buttons once again. I have been clicking some buttons lately, but they haven’t been my buttons, and the entire experience of that was illuminating, frustrating, and exhilarating. While parts of it have been fairly krappy (sic), it has given me a chance to get reacquainted with the game (plenty has changed in 2+ years), and with the encouragement of my closest true friends in this game… I’m back. If you’re in Easy Company, I anticipate that you will be glad to see me. If you are among the international community with which I’ve enjoyed countless hours of exchange, I anticipate that you will be glad to see me. Some of you will be altogether pleased that I’m back behind the wheel of 2019174.
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I’d like to thank everyone who has helped me get back up to speed in this game during the pandemic. I truly did need to start from scratch, learning the mechanics once again as if for the first time. I’d also like to thank the mysterious powers that have kept me alive for so long, despite how little attention I had been paying to things. Much effort has gone into keeping me breathing, and it’s a privilege to have the kind of friends I enjoy in this game.

So that’s it. I’m going to Hoist That Rag. And today, I am so thankful for my Military Unit, its leadership, and all my friends in this game, I dedicate my return to you.




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