Neal shook his head, trying to break the fog that clogged his senses and slowed down his thought processes. "Want some cheeese?" a languid courtesan asked, holding out a platter fresh cheese products and dried fruits. "Now that you mention it, I
am awfully hungry, and- NO!"
The Indian emperor stood up, his robes fluttering like a beautiful jellyfish enveloping a hapless swimmer. There was a murmur of appreciation at the spectacle, which even brought a tear to the occasional eye. "Open some windows!" Asoka said. "And air this place out! We are an international laughingstock! What have we been doing for the past 3000 years?"
After a few more mumbled protests that The Pyramids would Restore India to greatness, the stunned Palace retinue did what they could to fulfill Neal's orders. A bit of fresh air, a cup of strong tea, and a few status reports later, and the King of the World almost felt like himself again. The situation was laughably bungled, but it was almost salvageable. The first orders of business were, of course, to switch to Iron Working, rescind the apparently universal edict for an Espionage budget, and abandon the ridiculous pile of mud outside Delhi in favor of training Settlers capable of expanding India's reach:
The discontent were rounded up and ordered to build tools and pack supplies for these hardy souls. Lush Wheat fields that had grown fallow were once again farmed as Food once again went to a cause beyond feeding into urban overcrowding. Some were miffed at being dragged out of their psychedelic slumbers but, for most, this new purpose gave them energy and zest.
A mere turn into this idyllic new building project, it was time for Neal to play his hand. "Execute the prisoners."
The Settlers, gripping wooden staffs and clutching backs filled with bread, cheese, and Dissident Meat, stumbled, shell-shocked, to the west. Outside of Delhi, meanwhile, General Cheech discovered that the Barbarian City of Chehalis was better defended than Delhi itself. Taking the city would, embarrassingly, require a shift to a war economy at this point, and there were easier spots on the subcontinent that needed claiming.
Another group of Settlers began training right away. At this point, there were few illusions about Asoka's change of heart. The smoking-dens were closed down, the flower garlands were trampled in the streets, and nervous stories were told about the fates of the disgruntled layabouts from before:
This time, though, Neal was determined to be a bit more humane, bringing in lumber from the northwestern forests to contribute to the cause.
Karachi was founded at the mouth of the great river to establish a boundary with the ravenous Persians:
More prisoners were worked to death in Delhi, resulting in Settlers that were sent south to found the desert city of Bangalore. The massive production overflows from slaves and wood, meanwhile, went into Worker production. India was choked with impenetrable Jungles. Without a sizable force of men with Iron machetes, the country would be forever relegated to being a backwater.
Bangalore was founded in 775 B.C.:
This will take some time to become a truly productive site, but, for now, it'll make the southern reaches of the subcontinent safe from the ravages of the Nationless Ones.
The race for the Pyramids (which I'm glad we abandoned; we had no shot) ended interestingly:
Soooo... Qin, our next in line. Looks like we won the 'mids after all

For now, that gold is, well, an excuse to run 100% Research forever. Or until Asoka returns it to 80% Research, 20% Espionage
During our attempt to Open Borders with Egypt, we highlighted the strangeness of our "Neal virus":
A technical note, here. I thought about it, and while I like the kookiness of the slowly-converting weirdness, you all were right that it was more trouble than it was worth. Unfortunately, when I went in to change the Player name, using Gooblah's method, I found the option greyed out. I guess it's to maintain the integrity of a multiplayer game. So once someone is changed, they can't be changed back. I suppose I could start keeping regular names from here on out, but that would be a bit incongruous. We'd have 3 or 4 Neals squatting on the map. Better to file it away as a lesson learned and just see how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Anyway, our Scouts procured safe passage into Egypt, but they were waylaid somewhere in the Sahara:
Not that a clear picture of Africa was necessary for the people of India, but Neal wanted to see how his old friend the Jackal was handling things in his absence. Now, because of her faulty fogbusting techniques, he would never know.
Dhaka was founded to close the subcontinent from the east, as Karachi blocked it to the west:
Again, the city was choked with Jungles, but, in this region, what isn't?
The Chinese, who had apparently mastered the Alphabet, came by to make a simple trade with Lord Asoka:
Intricately knotted Chinese fishnets and hooks of cunning craftsmanship were sent to Delhi in exchange for... well, in exchange for one of Asoka's old-guard "advisors" who claimed that he could talk to spirits. It was addition by subtraction, really.
With Writing established, Neal decided that he needed to lead the Indian people down a path as far away from their Mystical visionquests as possible:
Cold, hard Mathematics would lead to Construction, and Engineering, and... wait. Mathematics leads to Calendar, doesn't it? With all those Plantations? Crap. Well, it's not my problem.
In 275, our former friends the Persians proved that they were right back to being the Evil Empire:
The Persian agent, caught as he tried to sell a carpet for Currency that India frankly didn't have yet (and, puzzlingly, neither did Persia), claimed that there was no god but the God-King Cyrus, and he blew himself up. Well, this was before Combustion or even Gunpowder, so really it was more setting himself on fire. With a flint and steel. In the rain. It took a while.
As the years wound down to Neal saying goodbye and good riddance to the benighted peoples of India, he founded the city of Chennai to fill the subcontinent and put pressure on the barbarians of Chehalis:
If we can't crush them militarily, we can at least contain them, and possibly even assimilate them with enough culture.
In the year 200 B.C., it was time:
India was no powerhouse, and likely never would be one, but it was at least better able to stand up on its own and hold its head high than it was when Neal found it. As the King of the World addressed his people, preparing to leave them to their own devices, more than one member of the audience made knowing hand gestures to one another, indicating that they couldn't wait for the square to get off the throne so that the party could, once again, get started. No, Neal would not miss India.
Neal opened his eyes to a world of Industrious workers, fresh-clipped lawns, and massive, spotless architecture:
The grand Pyramids looming in the distance put the crude piles of mud outside of Delhi to shame. Expert Archers manned every garrison, and shining Chariots patrolled the roads. Neal smiled. Finally, the Gods had given him something to work with. But... everyone was staring at him. "Who are you, and what have you done with Emperor Qin?" asked one soft-spoken attendant.
"Hey, I know you!" came a shout. Advisor Leary, the wild-eyed dreamer sent to Beijing to teach the basics of Mysticism pushed through the gaping crowd. "You're that dude from India! The one that ripped Lord Asoka's soul right out of his body!" The mood of the crowd did not appreciably brighten.
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So, assuming the King of the World can talk his way out of this one, what should our goals be? I think the Hawks in the audience are going to finally get their war. Pushing Japan off of the mainland is a no-brainer.
China is a world leader in Science and Technology:
There is little worth studing in the fields of Religion, especially with the Oracle already having been built. Do we maybe beeline Machinery and try to bring our terrifying Unique Unit to bear? Beijing has not only the Pyramids, but an Academy to its name. With Representation, we could get a beastly SE running.
China's in a fascinating position, and there's all sorts of directions we can take it. We could Settle Malaysia, hit Japan, hit Mongolia, turtle up and improve our cities... I look forward to the discussion.
The save: