Roleplaying Challenge: Dubya

Roleplaying Challenge: Dubya

Welcome to the Roleplaying Challenge for George “Dubya” Washington.

Did you think I was referring to someone else?

The rules are simple. Dubya always listens to all of his advisers. But HE, and only he, is the Decider. He just happens to Decide what they suggest, every single time. It is one of the signs of Dubya's greatness that his advisors and he are in such complete agreement on these weighty matters.

The rules:


Our fearless leader, the O.D. (Original Dubya):



The starting position (Hemispheres (2), Monarch/Epic, all else standard):



“Scooter?”

“Yes, Mr. President?”

“Take a look around. But stay close. I may need ya to fetch my golf ball.”

“Got it, sir.”

This looks a lot like sand 01: the computer knows best ... given how sand game ended, i sense a rough ride in front of you

Well you can't move because that's where the game "advised" you to begin. Time to get this train wreck a-rolling.

(also as far as I can tell advisers are completely random since they change every time I reopen a message box... at any rate, I have a feeling you'll be building a lot of unnessecary wonders)

"I like the ICBM for your Avatar, Josh. Gonna have to get me some of them." -- Dubya

What difficulty is this on? I get the feeling it will play REALLY quick, given the amount of thinking we have to do.

I hope you click the city governor boxes wisely...enough luck will = a win, but it will probably take luck due to the diplo rules.

edit: Monarch, huh. Oh man, this seems painful. I'll try it when i feel like looking like madscientist in his warmonger Gandhi video.

Autoexplore time

Round One: 4000 B.C. to 1900 B.C

"Well, this looks like a good spot," Dubya opined.

"Yes sir," his aides all said in unison, their heads bobbing as one.



"We need to research Hunting," Ashcroft said.

"Nah, ol' Scooter just learned all about that from the tribe next door, right Scooter?"

"Yessir, Mr. President."

"Send those natives some golf passes. Keep exploring!"

"What should the scribes research next, sir?" Ashcroft asked.

"Whatever we damn well tell them," Rove chimed in. "Subject to Presidential approval, of course."

Dubya cursed loudly as his slice arced into the forest.







"Alberto reporting for duty, sir!"

"Looking good there, Al. Take that club and go into the woods. Find my balls, if you see them," Dubya said. "The golf balls, that is. Heh."



"Sir, sorry to tell you, but Scooter was mauled by natives in the south. He won't be coming back," Rove said.

"Big Dick will be mighty sad to hear that his man was a traitor. We'll have to arrest poor Scooter on sight when he returns."

"No sir, ah ... Scooter died."

"Oh. Well I pardon him then."



"You are impossibly good looking and exotic. Were you a Kappa in college?"

"You have absolutely no shot with me," she replied. "And keep those golf clubs away."



"You treat us right, we'll treat you right, Sally," Dubya said, slapping the Arab forcefully yet playfully on the back.

"May a thousand virgins greet you in heaven."

"Now yer talkin'. Reminds me of fraternity rush. Good times, Sally, good times."



"So you see Mr. President, with Slavery, the working man is actually BETTER off than he was before. He's got guaranteed employment," Greenspan said.

"Sounds good to me. Besides, I need a caddy."









"We need more troops, sir."

"Natives again, Ash?"

"No, I'm just itching to get my bow off."

"I unnerstand completely. Get it done."







"Pottery?" Dubya asked.

"Yes sir, to hold your pot."

"Carry on!"





"In our free market slavery system, the worker is free to choose his own vocation, to the betterment of all," Greenspan opined.

"Ten bucks he goes for the copper," Dubya said.

"Food," Big Dick replied, thumping the defribulator implanted in his chest. "A man's gotta eat."







"Well, the settlers are finally ready," Dubya said, looking over the ragtag assortment of criminals and malcontents he was sending into the wilderness. "Which way should they go?"

As one, his advisors all pointed in different directions.

the NE blue circle. 2gems, 2 nanners and copper....btw I am a military advisor

"Go West, young man."

Can't make things too complicated, can we?

Go with the copper city

Edit:
PS. I too, am a military adviser- hence the copper instead of gems.

Also, it looks like you're gonna be dealing with a lot of cities one tile off of the water.

Lol, I'm not sure this is winnable, after trying it. Good luck.

Monarch's a bit hard for computer knows best

No kidding. It'd be one thing if we just had to automate workers, but having to pick the military adviser techs and otherwise doing exactly as the AI says in every city is a recipe for disaster. Teching is so slow and of course even expansion is restricted. I suppose we could just go with a defensive war against multiple AIs and rack up GG's/make them slow down their tech but eh. This is one of the most painful RPC's ever.

Although it should be very quick. They managed to do ok in vanilla, but they had to utilize good diplomacy.

Still no animal husbandry?? Hehe, the rules are harsh with cows in the BFC. I remember the game they played like this, "the computer knows best" and they weren't able to win it if I am not mistaken. As far as I know they were freaking happy at times where they were allowed to build certain military units

Are you allowed to assign specialists?

A SE economy could work, as a CE just wont, and the AI tends to go food heavy...

This is lookin' extremely funny, Slobberin'. This is going to be fun...

Gems circle. This is coming from that long forgotten voice in your cabanet, the Technology Adviser.

I would avoid settling in the jungle. With that kind of advisory quality it might be some time before we learn Iron Working...

kazapp said:

I would avoid settling in the jungle. With that kind of advisory quality it might be some time before we learn Iron Working...

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23 turns at the moment. Thats what he's researching right now...

"I need to get better at using slavery," Dubya opined.

"Uh, 'Free Market worker reassignment,' sir," Rove whispered.

"Yeah. That. Time to start whippin'."