And a new civilisation is born...

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Sydia

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In the beginning...the civilisation is the England of Elizabeth. Each player gets 30 turns each, then emails the save game to the next player. Speed is 'marathon', difficulty, 'noble', because I'm crap. There are a whopping 11 other civs, the world is huge, and there's 1200 turns to 2050 A.D.

The world in 4000 B.C.


London is founded. I get our warrior off exploring and begin training another in our capital by the sea.

We get a scout!


Handy villages later provide us with a map (meh) and 58 gold (yay). Our scout later prevails over a bear, so I give him the woodsman promotion.

Well hello there, pretty lady! Our first encounter with another civ.

I choose peace, seeing as our military consists of 2 warriors and a scout (who is kicking lion ass left right and center). I start London on building a work boat to exploit those clams off our coast. Mmm...clams.

Ah! Our great and glorious civilisation finally discovers...the wheel.


I get to work on Agriculture for the time we eventually get round to building a worker. On my last turn Isabella discovered Buddhism, and she tends to get a bit zealous about religion, which isn't good.

Over to you, Byard!
 
The world is a great and crowded place, as our friend Kublai drops in for a cup of kumiss.


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Immediately followed by our friend Huayna Capac, who stops sacrificing folks long enough to say hello when our warrior finds his realm.

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However, it's not all diplomacy, as our work boats are completed, and we dispatch them to gather tasty clams for the people.
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Our next project - a worker, both to exploit the Agriculture we are researching, and to get a start on those lovely gems near our capital.

On a down note, our scout was lost to a dual-headed attack by panthers (whom they defeated) and bears (who mauled and consumed our explorer). A flight of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Upon hearing news of the attack, our warrior declares a personal vigilante war on nearby wildlife, and takes down a lion in his rage.
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For his courage, he is rewarded with the Woodsman II promotion, doubling his movement in tree-laden areas, and making him even better at hiding behind them.

Syd, have at it.
 
Not a whole lot going on in the primordial mists of English history.


Ha! The wise duo-leadership has paid literally dividends. Or it might be luck.

We finish researching Agriculture. Being a coastal civ, I start us up on sailing to exploit the bounty of the seas.

Our worker is finished! I get him to work building a road to the gems in preparation for harvesting operations. I start on a settler to expand our glorious civilisation. Oh, and some villages gave us some more gold.

I renamed our warrior Lionslayer in honour of how much wildlife he's butchering.

Behold! The Spanish Empire. Fortunately it's as feeble as ours, for the time being...

Hatshepsut weighs in;

Interesting, she doesn't like Kublai Khan. I smell a future war!

30 turns later, we get a bit more gold off some villagers, and I order mining to commence.

All yours Byard!
 
Again, a fairly minimal amount of excitement this time around. We did get to meet Peter of the Russians.

Our intrepid worker has managed to complete his mining mission, and our people now have shiny baubles with which to play!

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Our work in the field of nautical adventure completes, and our scientists begin to investigate Pottery, with its utility in the construction of granaries to hold our abundant clams.

Our Settler is complete!


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And, the time has come to expand our empire, and found the second, and next-greatest, of cities . . .

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Through the travails of this period, Lionslayer has continued to reduce the local fauna, but has gained no further experience. However, no panther, puma, or lion is safe!


Edit - photobucket back up. Yay!
 
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Milton Keynes?! The world's largest motorway service station is a keystone of our civilisation? Ha! Amusing to think a prefab-modern 1970s city is founded in the 2000s B.C.

The BBC BC News; This round we met;
Caesar.
Cyrus.
Montezuma.

Finished researching animal husbandry! Our worker finished the primitive version of the M1, I get one worker to build roads to future resources in the forest and another to start building a cottage outside London to provide us with some more scratch.

Researched writing, and signed open borders with tout le monde.

Started on bronze working, so we can build toward iron working and remove that pesky rainforest and replace them with cottages.

Environmentalism? Pah!

Sorry for the lack of screenies! But we are halfway on the list of scores, which is an improvement. Either that or the civilisations we've discovered are crap.
 
This go round, we completed bronze working, which will allow us to upgrade our warriors to axemen. If we find copper, that is.

With this, we had the opportunity to institute the Slavery civic, which allows us to speed production in our cities at the cost of our population. This is one of the civic steps I never take, so we skipped it.

There was a bit of a skirmish as a barbarian archer invaded the outskirts of London. He destroyed a mine and a cottage, but was crushed by our stalwart defenders when they attempted to attack the city. We built a second warrior as defense, or to use as an interception force, and started another settle to expand our empire further! Our workers are hard at work to rebuild the damaged areas, but our second Gem mine ensured we never lost our supply.

Lionslayer was also attacked by an archer during his exploration of the wilds, with similar results. The redcoats stand victorious!

At the moment, we are researching the Alphabet, which will allow us to trade technologies with other civilizations. Within 2 turns of completing it, we should be the most advanced - we are currently #5, according to the Venerable Bede. And no one should question him.

And I knew you'd appreciate Milton Keynes.
 
Our first international dispute! Peter demands we cease trading with
Hatshepsut.

We're more powerful than Peter, and Hatshepsut is currently the world's #1, so I tell him to take a hike.

Lionslayer continues his Rambo-esque killing streak by deftly dispatching two barbarian warriors who had the poor sense to try and accost him in a forest. For his bravery and efforts at wiping out all fauna on the continent, I gave him the nation's highest honour - he is now Lionslayer V.C.

Our settler is finished! I send him eastwards, where he founds the city of York on the coast, next to a handy patch of rice.


In religious news, Montezuma has founded Judaism. Perhaps he'll stop slaughtering captives now?

Barbarian incursion! An epic battle rages between the forces of order and chaos to preserve our gem mine. Unfortunately we had one warrior KIA. Poor guy.

England triumphs in the end and dispatches the schmuck; we don't want smelly barbarians on England's green and pleasant land! I give our London warrior a mêlée improvement.

Raging barbarians! Everywhere! Our warrior fends off an attack on Satan's Layby (Milton Keynes):

Meanwhile another barbarian moves up towards the gem mines of London and an archer is sighted on our southern border! Frig off!

Caesar takes note of our recent alphabet discovery and offers us a straight swap; hunting for pottery. I accept, it'll save us some time. Seeking to exploit him a bit more, I offer him writing for mysticism and masonry. He accepts.

I start our workers improving the land around York, building a cottage for some moolah and sending the other to build a rice farm.

In London, Jack Bauer's Grandfather smites the enemies of freedom that would destroy our gem mines.

Over to you, Byard! I'm afraid barbarians plague our realm - an archer looks set on pillaging the London mines. A warrior moves to assault Milton Keynes.

Fortunately, barbarians are frog-stupid - York is still completely defenceless! Good luck!
 
It is a dark day for the Empire.

Despite two successful defenses of the city, and inflicting massive casualties upon the better-armed invaders, the stalwart defenders of Milton Keynes were overrun, and the Second City was lost to the horde.

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The response is a dual pronged method - massive military garrisons are established in London, to prevent its fall, and a program of cultural enlightenment begins - we shall win their hearts and minds! If not, we shall stomp the living **** out of them.

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In foreign relations news, everyone wants us to stop trading with everyone else. They were roundly advised to pound sand. We were able to woo the secrets of Archery from Hatshepsut, allowing for a stronger civil defense corps, in exchange for Masonry and Sailing - apparently brick schooners are in her plans.

Iron Working was discovered*, after which we learned the secrets of Meditation, allowing for calm after the tumultuous events of this phase. Research has commenced on Priesthood, allowing for the creation of Temples, the Oracle, and Bingo Night.

Syd, carry on.


*Mind you we have no iron, but if we find some, we will work the hell out of it.
 
Not Milton Keynes!! The Barbarian State?! That's not even a real country! We shall get back our beloved layby.

Unfortunately the barbarians are still on the warpath. Sadly, we've lost the capital - London has fallen to the barbarians...















Nah, just yanking your chain. Although it has come under unceasing attack, our archers held firm. I start researching monarchy so we can be true kings, and get London on with a barracks to improve our army-types.

Mao pipes up with this:

I tell the freeloading commie to shove his charity up his peasant-starving backside.

Swine barbarians are trashing our infrastructure and since our nation is covered in bloody forests our military is pretty powerless to stop them. I'm thinking it might have been a mistake not to click the 'no barbarians' button on startup.

Later Hatshepsut and Peter ask us for writing and alphabet, respectively. Seeing as they'd previously told me to sod off when I asked if they could spare polytheism "for a good friend" I return the favour and tell them to stop playing us for suckers.


Our nation has a pretty much constant stream of barbarians weaving toward London to trash our roads and then get slaughtered by our archers.


No matter how many we kill they keep coming!

Oh, and they've noticed York now. They trash our rice farm and cottage, our nearby military garrison at York getting slaughtered at any attempt to intervene - 73% in our favour and we die everytime?! I call shenanigans on them! SHENANIGANS! Don't worry, though, I reloaded. York again comes under attack.

Hatshepsut stops acting like a charity case and offers us a swap, polytheism for writing. A little dry, but I accept.

A typical day in the English countryside;


I leave it to you, Byard! Remember to buy a new calender for the B.C./A.D. changeover.
 
An auspicious day, as our first Great Person is born in London!

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He immediately gives of himself to grant us the wonders of Mathematics. Such a noble man.


Following the mystic incantations and rituals of the Tablet of Aye-Brums, our artificers have constructed, and imbued with life, a great and mystic beast!

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Using the power of this juggernaut, we are able to retake Milton Keynes, and there was much rejoicing. :w00t:

Kublai Khan and Hatshepsut are now in a shooting war - as we are plenty busy with our barbarian issue, their requests for aid are returned unopened.


Sydia, take us into the modern epoch.




All right, maybe there was a little cheat in there. I think this game is pretty much a write-off at this point anyway, so let's have fun.
 
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A freakin' tank?! Ha, cheating in style. The citizens of Milton Keynes rejoice and crap themselves at the same time to see that bad boy rumbling down the streets.

In other news, a mysterious plague of biblical proportions called "Syditis" has swept through the barbarian ranks. An English spokesman released this statement:
"We spit on their graves."

To give thanks to the moon-god and get back to semi-reality, I decom our tank, lest the locals start worshiping it.

Khan demands writing in tribute, so I scream "Writing? This is ENGLAND!" and kick his messenger down a well.

Speaking of Khan, Hapshepsut comes and asks us for help in killing him. Seeing as we had a world of hurt with smelly barbarians (who have now "mysteriously" disappeared), I reject the offer. The last thing we want is rampaging Mongol hordes.

Ah! Finally something interesting. It was getting pretty embarrassing being the only civ with no religion, our bog-brain citizens scared the sky would fall on their heads, until Buddhism spreads in London!



I accept. Our decision to accept the teachings of Siddhartha immediately attracts annoyance from Montezuma, who cancels open borders.

Hinduism then spreads in York. I keep with Buddhism; all the cool civs are doing it. Peter and Cyrus as us for monarchy (!) and alphabet. I tell the hand-me-down begging bowl fools they ain't getting a penny from us.

Hatshepsut amusingly threatens us with crocodiles if we don't give up iron working. I tell her to sod off.


I found the city of Nottingham south of York to allow us to exploit copper and cows.

We finish calender, and start on currency to make us rich, rich as Nazis. Our workers are repairing the damage done to our infrastructure form "the barbarian years".

I'll email the save onto our newfound co-ruler AP!
 
Or perhaps Saturday.


In any case, not much went on today - in fact, I didn't even take any screenies.

We received the standard diplomatic spam - stop trading with X, give me Y, etc. All were treated with the respect they deserved.

We discovered Currency and Literature, and the birth of Nabu-Rimanni gave us the knowledge of the Compass. At present, we are researching Music, in order to receive a Great Artist, who can then crank out a Great Work in Milton Keynes or Nottingham in order to blow their cultural radii out a good two or three tiers, and get us a little more firmly planted.

The virulence that consumed the barbarians appears to continue, as several tribes are suddenly struck down ex nihilo.

We sold some tech, got some cash - no one wants to trade tech with us, but once we get Music that should change.

Syd - do your thing.
 
Not much going on as England crawls through the dark ages, although the discovery of music propels us into the Medieval Era. Homer is born in London, so I send him to Milton Keynes to write The Iliad.

In trade news, everyone wants mathematics. Our fellow Buddhist Isabella offers a quite reasonable 360 spondoolies for the secret of 2 + 2, I accept. Another brother of the faith, Kublai, offers to trade us his Mongolian silver for our English clams, which I also accept.

A new worker is produced in Nottingham to exploit our new resources around Milton Keynes, following the border expansion (England now shares a border with the Inca Empire). I start research on Drama to keep the culture flowing.

By the way, has Lionslayer snuffed it?! If so, all flags in the land are to be at half-mast for the loss of this national hero.
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Rock and roll!
(For those who think I was being a big egohead our leader's full name is 'Syd&Byard', for some reason it cuts off).

Lots going on this time!

Old Capac has his ceremonial headdress in a twist over matters of religion;

I smell a holy war! He also demands we cease trading with Issy.

The next turn Spain captures Cuzco! The Aztecs better watch their backs...

A few turns later our sister in faith Issy behaves in a very un-Buddhist like way and invites us to get our war on.

We'll probably regret this, but in retaliation for Capac's diplomatic tomfoolery and the fact that he seems to be on the backfoot I accept. Death or glory!

A bit of intrigue gets our good buddy Khan in on the Buddhist war machine (he gave us 190 gold, demanded compass). That wussy Cyrus won't even consider it! Chicken!

A few turns later I continue our diplomatic winning streak by telling Caesar we'll not convert to Hinduism. Montezuma comes a knockin', asking for tribute! I tell him where to stick it.

Issy then offers us horseback riding and a whopping 560 gold for compass. I accept. We then carve "BFF" into a tree to celebrate the fact that the Spanish our now our bestest friends.

I wrangle a deal with our Buddhist mate Cyrus, who despite being a complete wimp, gives us 20 gold and Theology in exchange for Musica.

World War One starts! Capac is now the continent's whipping boy; Mao declares war on him too. Har har! Capac quickly changes his diplomatic tune and comes to us tail between legs begging for mercy. He'll find none!

Disaster! Cyrus abandons the faith and converts to Judiasm. No wonder he wouldn't join our Buddhist crusade. Ptolemy discovers paper for us, and as we enter the new millennium we start on some feudalism.

Capac's century gets even worse as Peter joins in the war, ha. It's good to be on the winning side, what?

The year 1065 goes down in English history as a historic milestone - we now have 1 million people.

And on that note it's over to you, Byard!
 
The gods themselves have delivered a punishment for my sloth, and it comes in the form of Montezuma and his Jaguars.

We started well, as we moved to the head of the "Most Advanced" list, due to timely trades for Code of Laws, Construction, and Metal Casting.

Then, the Yucatanian jackass declared war ex nihilo, and swept as a smelly whirlwind into the empire.

Milton Keynes was lost, and the filthy motherless goat-sons razed it. Burned it to the ground. A thing of beauty, and they destroyed it. YOU MANIACS!!!!!!!!

Peace was quickly negotiated with Huayna Capac, as a two-front war is never any fun.

Fortunately, the initial blitzkrieg targeted the weakest point of the Empire, and subsequent city attacks at Nottingham, London, and York were soundly trounced. At this point, we are researching Civil Service, as a cushy postman job sounds good right about now, and the Aztec have run out of things to pillage and are dashing themselves against our stalwart defenses. IF only we could pay to hurry production, we could leverage our healthy qold stores to shift the momentum and take the fight to the streets of Tenochtitlan. As it is, though, perhaps our best hope is to sue for peace as quickly as possible, and then sit back and plot Montezuma's comeuppance.

Syd - see what you can do with it.
 
War! War everywhere. Julius Caesar declares war for no apparent reason. We adopt Serfdom and Bureaucracy. Hastings narrowly avoids sharing the fate of Kvatch. Er, Milton Keynes. A Roman warrior (ha!) gets butchered by our men in tights in Nottingham.

The Inca are destroyed! Although the Aztec are on the warpath. They've taken Madrid and Seville from our neighbours the Spanish. Nottingham comes under attack from a Jaguar Warrior which our Longbows finish. I make unconditional peace with the idiot Romans. Isabella asks for alphabet (!), which I give her out of sheer pity. I use a great scientist for an educational boost.

All yours! Oh, and we're getting a stream of barbarian morons from the west again...
 
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