Dear Diary,
Helio grows and guess what? They whine about it – bah humbug! The Thebians demand dyes. Yeah, well I’m still waiting for my silver tribute so we’ll see.
The Iroquois leader approaches my court. “Hiya Watha!” I great him cheerfully. He asks for a pact of cooperation and I happily agree. He says that a stranger in a faraway land has built the wonder and/or what? I don’t know! I’ve never even met these people, Watha, how should I know what they’re building?
Askia forms a research agreement with the Woozy one, and another with Darius. The Bucharettes ally themselves with England.
The warchars sacrifice pays off and the PSbs make it to Oslo. My scouts find a lone woozy chariot archer in the woods. The woozies brag about their numerous commendations, so my scouts beat the snot out of them. They are rewarded with a promotion in survivalism and then they finish off the woozy chariot. After healing, the PSBs go to join the scouts.
The Bucharettes change their mind and abandon England for Arabia. Such a fickle people. We hear runors that the Almighty has been conquered. No, no, I, god Ramesses am still alive and well.
Thebes finishes training the workers, who go off to mine the iron outside Helio. We begin building a barracks to train our military units. After all, we don’t have as many oppurtunities for combat as the warmongering woozies. Memphis completes the pointy sticks and begins constructing another Trireme.
As our golden age of prosperity draws to an end, a wandering list maker approaches my court. I order him brought before me. I’m about to begin questioning him, when he does something completely unexpected. He begins to sing….
“I am the very model of a wan-dring list maker who sings
I’ve information all about the people who love shiny things
I know the richest leaders, and I’ll quote their rankings one and all
From Zetian to Napoleon, in order economical
I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical
I understand archery, both the roof-based and the ground-based too
Of math, arrows and triangles I’m teeming with a lot o’ news
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.”
Even if I could ignore the insults, I simply can’t take anymore of his singing and I pummel Pythagoras until he runs out of cheerful facts.
My people are happy, our golden age has ended but I have a new ally and everyone agrees I am pretty great. If only I could get that stinking song out of my head…
-Ramesses