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Tilda Junkie
>>>Amen. I take it you were another one cheering for the orcs (who lets face it, are supposed to be the working class) while reading Lord of the Rings. Stick it to fey Enya-loving nonces - pavement over their ecologically sound summer homes with furnaces and drinking dens. Huzzah!<<<
Absolutely! But not always.
As the dwarves I slash, burn and industrialise. Because I'm a dwarf.
As the elves I'm a malevolent tree-hugger that cuddles squirrels in tree tops and murders the monkey-humans for walking on the grass.
As the orks I might just burn everything down for being there and not being mine. Non-military infrastructure is probably heavily limited if built a all. These games are great on a pangea. See how far I can get before a total lack of infrastructure makes me unable to compete, and the other races - all of whom I have declared war on - unite to crush the green menace.
When I'm in the mood I create some (random) rules that govern my behaviour in the game and stick to them for as long as it entertains me.
In my current Ljosalfar (spelling?) game I'm a reclusive cottage spammer who refuses to leave his island (except for a few privateer 'explorers'), refuses to grant any kind of open border treaty, but trades techs and resources and gold as often as possible. My military force, having cleared out all the barbs (including Acheron) now exists only in case the monkey races try to come ashore.
I have no idea how this game is going to end yet, but I'm thinking a psychotic elven supremacist might come into power soon and switch to war-like civics, declare a crusade and then embark on a purge of all non-elven life. Otoh, I might just stop playing the game and say that everyone lived grumpily ever after. All about the whim really.
Absolutely! But not always.
As the dwarves I slash, burn and industrialise. Because I'm a dwarf.
As the elves I'm a malevolent tree-hugger that cuddles squirrels in tree tops and murders the monkey-humans for walking on the grass.
As the orks I might just burn everything down for being there and not being mine. Non-military infrastructure is probably heavily limited if built a all. These games are great on a pangea. See how far I can get before a total lack of infrastructure makes me unable to compete, and the other races - all of whom I have declared war on - unite to crush the green menace.
When I'm in the mood I create some (random) rules that govern my behaviour in the game and stick to them for as long as it entertains me.
In my current Ljosalfar (spelling?) game I'm a reclusive cottage spammer who refuses to leave his island (except for a few privateer 'explorers'), refuses to grant any kind of open border treaty, but trades techs and resources and gold as often as possible. My military force, having cleared out all the barbs (including Acheron) now exists only in case the monkey races try to come ashore.
I have no idea how this game is going to end yet, but I'm thinking a psychotic elven supremacist might come into power soon and switch to war-like civics, declare a crusade and then embark on a purge of all non-elven life. Otoh, I might just stop playing the game and say that everyone lived grumpily ever after. All about the whim really.