Melinder
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I can hardly see the screen through my tears.
The glorious Babylonian empire has been reduced to a corrupt den of sin, libraries and marketplaces in half the continent gathering dust, useless in a morass of highly developed one-coin cities. The map is filled with smoke.
This is what happened - DON'T let it happen to you or someone you love. Having filled all available space, I went to war with the Chinese to get more land and a great leader. I got both. I saved the leader for a much-needed FP in the central city in the new territory. He faithfully stood by as the city slowly came out of resistance, then out of disorder, then into happiness with the addition of temples, furs, dyes (I'm not sure why "dyes" make 'em so happy, but whatever...) and, after a while, with Babylonian citizens themselves, 'cause my people are friendly and like to breed.
When all looked safe, the FP was made, and the cities around it sprung into usefullness, so I set about for hundreds of years pouring $ into developing them. The Chinese were wiped off the continent, reduced to one little city on a tiny island up north. Every citizen in every long-captured city was happy - we enjoyed all 8 luxuries and a $hitload of marketplaces and temples.
Then. Jesus christ. My military advisor brings terrible news. I'm like, ok, Shanghai, but isn't that where I built the... OH. MY. GOD.
I pray. I win it back. I'm too scared to bombard it, so I just charge in with cavalry. And there it is, empty. Forbidden Palace in 300 turns.
The urge to reload is almost unstoppable.
The glorious Babylonian empire has been reduced to a corrupt den of sin, libraries and marketplaces in half the continent gathering dust, useless in a morass of highly developed one-coin cities. The map is filled with smoke.
This is what happened - DON'T let it happen to you or someone you love. Having filled all available space, I went to war with the Chinese to get more land and a great leader. I got both. I saved the leader for a much-needed FP in the central city in the new territory. He faithfully stood by as the city slowly came out of resistance, then out of disorder, then into happiness with the addition of temples, furs, dyes (I'm not sure why "dyes" make 'em so happy, but whatever...) and, after a while, with Babylonian citizens themselves, 'cause my people are friendly and like to breed.
When all looked safe, the FP was made, and the cities around it sprung into usefullness, so I set about for hundreds of years pouring $ into developing them. The Chinese were wiped off the continent, reduced to one little city on a tiny island up north. Every citizen in every long-captured city was happy - we enjoyed all 8 luxuries and a $hitload of marketplaces and temples.
Then. Jesus christ. My military advisor brings terrible news. I'm like, ok, Shanghai, but isn't that where I built the... OH. MY. GOD.
I pray. I win it back. I'm too scared to bombard it, so I just charge in with cavalry. And there it is, empty. Forbidden Palace in 300 turns.
The urge to reload is almost unstoppable.