Jatta Pake
Warlord
Indonesia
I started my second game of BNW expecting to do better than my first game, although I moved up a level to Emperor. I decided to take a more flexible approach to gameplay rather than focus on a single strategy. But I choose to play Indonesia in large part because conventional wisdom holds that they are one of the weaker new civs from BNW.
So how am I doing in this second game (large map, standard speed, standard environment, Continents Plus, 22 civs, 20 city states, Emperor difficulty)?
By my account, I'm doing really well. I'm not the game leader but I'm in the top 25% of civs. I feel like I am positioned to take a shot at winning the game. The problem I face, however, centers around my lack of knowledge of the leaders. I don't know how close they are to actually winning. This uncertainty means that every decision I make at this stage of the game becomes game changing. If I make the wrong decision, I could see victory sail away from me.
I am fairly certain which victory type will crown the champion. Domination. My planet is convulsing in spasms of sheer unadulterated violence. Violence I've never seen before in a civ game. This planet devours peaceful civs and spits out their bones for archeological digs that will never happen because no archeologist can survive on this planet. The rivers literally run red with blood.
Sukhothai
The world is currently in the Modern Era at the date 1922. Four civs have broken into the Atomic Era with Korea being the science leader. I am about five turns away from entering the Atomic Era myself.
Before I get into a long exposition about what happened over the past four thousand years of Indonesian civilization, I thought I'd start with Sukhothai.
Sukhothai is not my city. Well, it was at one point but for thousands of years it was the capital of Siam. Siam was a peaceful three city nation to my east. Along with India, which was a three city civilization to my north, I occupied a three city triangle of land that formed the southern most tip of our shared continent. The three of us were best buddies until continental politics began ripping us all apart. Sukhothai represents a microcosm of the unending warfare that plagues our planet.
I don't believe there has been a single turn when our continent wasn't home to conflict between nations. There are two reasons: Shaka and Attilla. Both were born in the center desert and plains of our continent. Rumor has it that Shaka, upon exiting the womb at his birth, promptly decapitated the midwife who delivered him. His psychotic brand of violence has terrorized his neighbors for centuries.
Attilla, on the other hand, is a two bit thug. Not quite as successful as Shaka in conquest, Attilla has none-the-less left his mark by his unmerciful displays of aggression. Sukhothai knows this all too well.
In the early days, Shaka brutalized Greece, Morocco, the Inca, and Ethiopia. Siam's Sukhothai had good relations with Atilla and lacked the Zulu's attention. India, Siam, and I even secretly enjoyed Shaka's destruction of Greece as it eliminated a troublesome interloper with our City State diplomacy. Eventually, Shaka turned his attention on Attilla.
Finally, the two local bullies were going to beat on each other while the rest of the civilized world focused on expanding our culture with great works of art, literature, and music. By this time, the world was in the Renaissance era and the known nations of the world denounced Shaka as a menace to all mankind. The Incans had been holding their own against Shaka and finally convinced India and Siam to join the cause in destroying Shaka by opening new fronts.
Whatever transpired between Attilla and Shaka, no one knows. But some deal was cut and peace was brokered between the two forces of evil very quickly. Shaka then descended upon Siam.
The Butcher of Sukhothia
Like a dust storm out of the desert, Shaka swept up Siam's closest city and fell upon Sukhothia. I'll admit that I could have done more to help Siam. I stationed a few troops around Sukhothia to get in Shaka's way but I could have declared war on Shaka and sent in troops to actively support the defense of Sukhothia. I think what held me back was the mistaken belief that Siam would work out some sort of last minute peace terms with Shaka. Shaka already controlled the capitals of Greece and Morocco. What benefit did he gain from adding a third?
As my naivete gave way to the realization that the massive Pop 28 capital Sukhothia was going to fall to Shaka, I mobilized my forces. If Shaka wasn't stopped now, he would roll across my borders in no time. I crafted my strategy and attacked.
I had riflemen, knights and canons. We poured across the border and struck Shaka before his troops could recuperate. The lightning attack decimated his Impi and riflemen. My canons smashed down upon the feeble defenses of Sukhothia and we stormed in to take the city. I briefly considered liberating Sukhothia back to the Siam king. But as the atrocities of the Zulu forces came to light; I grew dark and angry. If the Siamese king was unable to save these poor souls this time, why would he do it next time? No, the citizens of Sukhothia deserved better. I annexed Sukhothia into the Indonesian empire.
Over the next decade, Indonesian forces beat back Shaka's forces. Eventually, Shaka lost interest in the fight with me and we agreed to even terms of peace. The overall land area of the Indonesian empire had grown by 50% with the addition of Sukhothia into the empire. A Golden Age began as my people celebrated the new luxuries that poured forth from these lands. With the final establishment of the Spice Islands, Indonesian society reached new heights.
Betrayal
The Indonesian empire now bordered Attilla. I trusted Attilla as much as a hunter trusts a lion. I quickly built forts along my borders and manned them with my best crack rifleman troops from the war.
I poured money into Sukhothai promising to rebuild and lead the people to even greater heights. Special trade caravans brought food and supplies. Culture flourished and a Great Musician from Jakarta composed a stirring symphony about the rebirth of Sukhothai. My popularity soared internationally. So many city states were in awe of my prowess in defeating Shaka that I was elected to lead the World Congress after five sessions of Polynesian leadership.
It was in this state of euphoria and my plans to win the World Fair that betrayal struck. Like an Enemy Blade stab through my back and into my heart, India and Attilla attacked.
I started my second game of BNW expecting to do better than my first game, although I moved up a level to Emperor. I decided to take a more flexible approach to gameplay rather than focus on a single strategy. But I choose to play Indonesia in large part because conventional wisdom holds that they are one of the weaker new civs from BNW.
So how am I doing in this second game (large map, standard speed, standard environment, Continents Plus, 22 civs, 20 city states, Emperor difficulty)?
By my account, I'm doing really well. I'm not the game leader but I'm in the top 25% of civs. I feel like I am positioned to take a shot at winning the game. The problem I face, however, centers around my lack of knowledge of the leaders. I don't know how close they are to actually winning. This uncertainty means that every decision I make at this stage of the game becomes game changing. If I make the wrong decision, I could see victory sail away from me.
I am fairly certain which victory type will crown the champion. Domination. My planet is convulsing in spasms of sheer unadulterated violence. Violence I've never seen before in a civ game. This planet devours peaceful civs and spits out their bones for archeological digs that will never happen because no archeologist can survive on this planet. The rivers literally run red with blood.
Sukhothai
The world is currently in the Modern Era at the date 1922. Four civs have broken into the Atomic Era with Korea being the science leader. I am about five turns away from entering the Atomic Era myself.
Before I get into a long exposition about what happened over the past four thousand years of Indonesian civilization, I thought I'd start with Sukhothai.
Sukhothai is not my city. Well, it was at one point but for thousands of years it was the capital of Siam. Siam was a peaceful three city nation to my east. Along with India, which was a three city civilization to my north, I occupied a three city triangle of land that formed the southern most tip of our shared continent. The three of us were best buddies until continental politics began ripping us all apart. Sukhothai represents a microcosm of the unending warfare that plagues our planet.
I don't believe there has been a single turn when our continent wasn't home to conflict between nations. There are two reasons: Shaka and Attilla. Both were born in the center desert and plains of our continent. Rumor has it that Shaka, upon exiting the womb at his birth, promptly decapitated the midwife who delivered him. His psychotic brand of violence has terrorized his neighbors for centuries.
Attilla, on the other hand, is a two bit thug. Not quite as successful as Shaka in conquest, Attilla has none-the-less left his mark by his unmerciful displays of aggression. Sukhothai knows this all too well.
In the early days, Shaka brutalized Greece, Morocco, the Inca, and Ethiopia. Siam's Sukhothai had good relations with Atilla and lacked the Zulu's attention. India, Siam, and I even secretly enjoyed Shaka's destruction of Greece as it eliminated a troublesome interloper with our City State diplomacy. Eventually, Shaka turned his attention on Attilla.
Finally, the two local bullies were going to beat on each other while the rest of the civilized world focused on expanding our culture with great works of art, literature, and music. By this time, the world was in the Renaissance era and the known nations of the world denounced Shaka as a menace to all mankind. The Incans had been holding their own against Shaka and finally convinced India and Siam to join the cause in destroying Shaka by opening new fronts.
Whatever transpired between Attilla and Shaka, no one knows. But some deal was cut and peace was brokered between the two forces of evil very quickly. Shaka then descended upon Siam.
The Butcher of Sukhothia
Like a dust storm out of the desert, Shaka swept up Siam's closest city and fell upon Sukhothia. I'll admit that I could have done more to help Siam. I stationed a few troops around Sukhothia to get in Shaka's way but I could have declared war on Shaka and sent in troops to actively support the defense of Sukhothia. I think what held me back was the mistaken belief that Siam would work out some sort of last minute peace terms with Shaka. Shaka already controlled the capitals of Greece and Morocco. What benefit did he gain from adding a third?
As my naivete gave way to the realization that the massive Pop 28 capital Sukhothia was going to fall to Shaka, I mobilized my forces. If Shaka wasn't stopped now, he would roll across my borders in no time. I crafted my strategy and attacked.
I had riflemen, knights and canons. We poured across the border and struck Shaka before his troops could recuperate. The lightning attack decimated his Impi and riflemen. My canons smashed down upon the feeble defenses of Sukhothia and we stormed in to take the city. I briefly considered liberating Sukhothia back to the Siam king. But as the atrocities of the Zulu forces came to light; I grew dark and angry. If the Siamese king was unable to save these poor souls this time, why would he do it next time? No, the citizens of Sukhothia deserved better. I annexed Sukhothia into the Indonesian empire.
Over the next decade, Indonesian forces beat back Shaka's forces. Eventually, Shaka lost interest in the fight with me and we agreed to even terms of peace. The overall land area of the Indonesian empire had grown by 50% with the addition of Sukhothia into the empire. A Golden Age began as my people celebrated the new luxuries that poured forth from these lands. With the final establishment of the Spice Islands, Indonesian society reached new heights.
Betrayal
The Indonesian empire now bordered Attilla. I trusted Attilla as much as a hunter trusts a lion. I quickly built forts along my borders and manned them with my best crack rifleman troops from the war.
I poured money into Sukhothai promising to rebuild and lead the people to even greater heights. Special trade caravans brought food and supplies. Culture flourished and a Great Musician from Jakarta composed a stirring symphony about the rebirth of Sukhothai. My popularity soared internationally. So many city states were in awe of my prowess in defeating Shaka that I was elected to lead the World Congress after five sessions of Polynesian leadership.
It was in this state of euphoria and my plans to win the World Fair that betrayal struck. Like an Enemy Blade stab through my back and into my heart, India and Attilla attacked.