The long wait for Hinduism to spread to our second city is over.
After the short wait for culture to build, the barrenness of the immediate terrain can soon be forgotten in favour of grain, beef, and copper at the periphery.
We detect an american settler about to enter our territory.
Time to review open borders, I suspect.
We quickly complete another settler to account for at least one of the sites they may have their eyes on.
The third Indian city is established, and we head to enclose some horses.
Americans build their fourth city slap bang against my cultural boundary,
soon to be reinforced by a Hindu temple.
A Russian workboat sets sail for the third town.
We confront the need to acquire happiness from somewhere,
or have a max size of 5.
No luxes around
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