Le lion n'est pas mort ce soir

It was to be some kind of apolyptical showdown, as far as I could understand, having a very limited knowledge of all things to do with gaming and virtual cosmic warfare. The great "Alliance of the Lions" was to end its glorious existence within the universe of Ogame at midnight on April 1st (they should have seen it coming) by simultaneous self-inflicted death of all its members. Apparently the old-timers, the Alpha males and distinguished warriors of the pack all agreed that the only way out of boredom and inevitable decline was to go with a bang; but the new players, and those who felt happy within the safety of a strong alliance refused the suicide pact, and so, as my own Alpha male put it: "it will be a slow and painful death".

J'ai un peu de mal à compatir à ses malheurs: moi je vois le vrai monde, peuplé de jolies pelotes de laine multicolores en guise de planètes à aborder, et mes seules armes pour les attaquer, ce sont mes aiguiles en bambou, dont je me demande avec angoisse si Ryanair me laissera les embarquer en cabine pour aller à Madrid ce dimanche.

Et dans ce vrai monde, devant la porte, il y a mon petit érable japonais, qui arbore ses couleurs de printemps.