Recently Travian has sponsored  a Player-Crew-IRC Meeting on June 11th. Thousands of players came from all around the world to ask all kinds of questions and get to know the Travian Team a lot better. We had fun, laughed, some people may have cried (I don’t know what you people do), but in the end many were able to ask their questions and get them answered by the Travian Team. The full logs can be found here.

Too add, a new website has recently been opened called Travian Champions. Its a player made website which lists the winning alliances of servers as well as has a blog that goes over big news eventssuch as the Player-Crew-Meeting. The site can be found here.

Check it out - It’s a pretty awesome site.

Kind Regards,

BlackPaladin

It’s funny how often we speak about luck. Whether it is when we are playing Poker, or how we found 2 cents on the floor. But my luck today is about life. How lucky you are to be who you are. I lived in a middle-classed society. Money was never a problem. My future was secure in terms of my education as well as my savings. Yet, I still feel not pleased; you could say I am a greedy person actually. I am not pleased with my school. I am not pleased with my surroundings. I am not pleased with how people around me act and so forth. However, I do not seek satisfaction through money or love, but rather through results. When I accomplish a piece of work, I felt as sense of satisfaction. When this happens, I believe everything in life is awesome, and I am a lucky person.However, a few minutes ago I found out another way to show how lucky I am: By reading the crap that happened in other people’s lives. What I have read, how the words are carefully structered in each user’s post, I was and still am shocked. Shocked. Shocked…Why? Because you never knew that something that bad could happen…that this could happen to someone who is virtually next to you. Being raped, depression leading to suicide etc. Compared to how I complain about life, I am embarrassed and ashamed; I am so lucky not to experience what they have experienced. It’s unimaginable that things so horryfying does exist in the world. That is how I felt how lucky I am today. From today onwards, I would never complain about how crap my life is…because it doesn’t suck, at all.I would like to take this chance to say my condolences to the forum users who have changed how I thnk forever. I would like to praise them on how brave they are to reveal these extremly sensitive topics. It is really difficult to openly speak about something that had plagued your whole life with.If you are like me, a greedy person, and thinks life sucks, then please read the posts from this thread : http://forum.travian.com/showthread.php?t=117752 By reading the stories of these people, this will change your life…forever.   

I spent years alone walking the frozen wasteland of the unloved. I still remember the first few months being back in the single life. I was happy then, I’d left the grasps of someone that I had opened myself too in a moment of insanity and clearly been left of the worse for it. It’s looking back to then that I understand why we are happy before we realise we are unloved and alone. It’s so that we don’t go running back to our past tormentor.  It’s a defence mechanism to keep us away from those that cause us harm.

It was when I preached this back then that I encountered one argument always, “you aren’t unloved what about you’re parents and your friends”. So I will say it now again as I have said before, there are different types of love and that love which you receive from your friends and family is not what I was longing or seeking. I was seeking an intimate love and it was that hunger that was killing me slowly.

You’d think people would be queuing up to date each other considering how much it hurts to be alone but apparently that thought is wrong, It seemed that everyone but me had found there soul mate and boy did that thought hurt so I had a few flings here and there with superficial people who cared more for gifts than anything else and had clearly never felt love in their life. Which made me realise a curious thing about love, you don’t crave it till you’ve felt it at least once in your life. It’s a drug that you need only take once and you are addicted to it for life.

I think I hit rock bottom after about a year or so after that, I was spending every second day in a bar crying into my beer, as if it wasn’t watered down enough to begin with. I don’t remember much of that evening except the unpleasant feeling when they pumped my stomach and then again later when my family huddled around me.

I had nearly died from alcohol poisoning; apparently the barman was new and didn’t know when to cut someone off and so he kept serving me drinks till I passed out on the bar. I spent the better part of a month in that Hospital and that’s when I took a fancy to someone for the first time in a long time. She was the nurse in charge of my ward. She smiled warmly at me when she checked my chart and always provided pleasant conversation.

As I look down at everything that happened, all the heartache, all the hurt I experienced. It’s clear that asking out the nurse who treated me for Alcohol poisoning was not my brightest moment. So I learnt Hitting rock bottom twice is not something most people can survive, and certainly not me. Because now I’m staring at my bruised arm still full of needle holes and the final needle that proved my downfall still lying next to my body.

Sometimes there is a happy ending but obviously not for me. – SincerelyBertrand LoganThe Evil BelgianHe who will one Rule the world with a waffle Iron and a bag of Chocolates