Divine Intervention

[mice]

No more vassalage !!

Spoiler :

The declaration brings a war on the waves, with Russian ships of the line causing havoc.

Smolensk falls with hard loses to our infantry.

In Vladivosdtok,our demigod cavalry attacks five times and kills five times.

Railrays are invented,

and mining incorporated is founded by our Engineer front he sea spirit.

But our executives are stranded by the Russian navy

Ironclad ships take back the channel, and we spread the corporation for the betterment of mali

Yatsk falls and then we are at the gates of Moscow. Another revolt, and we take the city again with hard loses for our infantry.

Wariness of war is becoming destructive.

Here is the lay of Russia now. A small land bridge conects the area of Rostov and its gems.

Spirits and Dieties, even in these modern times, forge our destiny ...

 

[PimpyMicPimp]

Not at my Civ computer, so I can't meddle with the affairs of mortals, but I'm loving this more and more! Can't wait to see what the new year brings.

 

[Ball Lightning]

mice, do you mind if others follow your trend?

 

[Il Corvo Bianco]

The Raven God, father of the mighty Russian Empire, can only stare at his people's ruin. Then he understands.
The Great God of No One Really Cares, his greatest enemy, is helping the evil Malinese. He must be stopped.

He plans an idea, very simple, but possibly the worst thing he can do to his archenemy...

OK! That's my first post here, and I thought there were too many gods helping Mansa...

 

[Refar]

The Great God of No One Really Cares is , as he can not undo the Doing of another deity. But he is Confident the Faithful Malinese People will prevail in the End, and find a way to undo the evil from the Raven God

 

[absimiliard]

Oh Raven God thou dost not go far enough.

Great God of No One Really Cares, consider the perfidy of this foul mortal before thou dost decide in his favor.

He has been made vassal to the Beauteous Catherine by a fellow God. The Beauteous One then dost proceed to gift him with a great many things. Mighty technologies are among her gifts. Then This Foul Mortal dost what? When asked to provide the simplest of tributes to his legitimate mistress (and who amongst us Gods has not wished to have Catherine as a Mistress at least once or twice?), the simplest of tributes, he refuses her and in the war that ensues takes from her her very capitol.

No, This Foul Mortal has not been punished enough for his perfidy. I shall go further than Raven God, I shall take his works and add to them (my save is based off of, and includes, his save. think of it as save.1). I shall curse This Foul Mortal, and thus even forever the scales of his soul by paying his treachery it's rightful reward.

I Declare:

1. As only a beast of the most base and animal nature could contemplate such foul treachery, so shall I turn thy armies into armies of Beasts. For their actions they shall descend in form to match their nature. I leave thy divine champions to thy hands, for I cannot undo the work of other gods.

2. To tend to thy herds I give to thee a champion suited to the woods and hills. Tom Bombadil is a healer and scout of great skill, but unused to the ways of war. He shall lead thy armies of beasts.

3. So that thou need offend no further thy Mistress of old, I declare a Divine Peace. Further I fix with my divine strength the boundaries around Moscow so that no citizen of this ancient city need starve in these harsh times.

So let it be.

With this punishment I balance the scales oh Impious Mice. Your betrayal is now paid for. Consider thyself lucky I am so lenient. Were you an AI in any normal game I would exterminate thee for such actions as betraying thy master by wiping thy cities from the map with my armies, as a God I am much more merciful.

Care for the beasts which were once thy men and in time, if thou dost show a humble and kind nature to the Beauteous One, I shall return them to thee, all as great warriors of magnificent skill and handsomely equipped.

- The God of I Want To Meddle Too

 

[Il Corvo Bianco]

Cards have been shuffled, dear Refar, it seems! Gods are understanding the inner perfidy of your minions; and so...

Long story short, God of No One ecc - you are screwed.

-Insert evil laugh here-

 

[mice]

mice, do you mind if others follow your trend?

I don't mind. Go for it. Maybe the stories and tales forum though ,or succession games. It's so far from strategy OTOH the RP games live here. Do what you want.

Note to Catherine loving dieties, the riflemen on Shanigan had no open borders, but peace, so were zapped away to Russian shore. In other words they dissappear from Shanigan in turn one. the gods fall over each other

Can play tomorrow.

 

[absimiliard]

. . . . the riflemen on Shanigan had no open borders, but peace, so were zapped away to Russian shore. In other words they dissappear from Shanigan in turn one. the gods fall over each other

Ooops.

*blushes*

My bad, shoulda gotten that rifleman with the beast-curse. Guess you get to keep 'em if they survive.

-abs

"Mmmmmmm . .. .. . . . . .. . . Catherine. . . . . . "
(She always seems to get more out of me in diplo than any other AI. *sigh*)

 

[PimpyMicPimp]

This God demands another round to be played by Mice!

 

[mice]

Atheism starts to seem like a good idea to Mansa the immortal ruler of Mali.

But with no gods, perhaps his immortality would end. No, these dark days filled with cavalry, cannon, corporations and ironclads , are also the playground of menacing spirits and vengeful gods.

The spirit of the sea gave us so much. NoOneCares set us a quest. Now the Catherine loving gods play malicious tricks on Mali to punish her for taking Russian land.

Riflemen on Shanigan , materialized , but just as soon disappeared. The gods' wishes conflicting ? I hope so. May they magic themselves into a dark hole.

Then , beyond belief , all my infantry are transmogrified into animals.

Lions gaurd Timbuktu. Bears in the barrcks ! Panthers !

Even the ancient axemen guarding Niani are changed to arctic wolves.

Spoiler :

The citizens fear for their safety in this menagerie.

As Mali's ruler I build infantry as soon as possible to calm these fears in all our major cities while the citizenry learn to live with wild animals.

The Catherine loving gods forced a hallucination of peace on all our lands, and the wheels of war stop. Catherine is now our friend and would like a defensive pact.

We seem to have no choice. With animals bounding all over the countryside, I have no army. Montezuma and Sitting Bull are annoyed with us. We could be an easy target . So a pact with Catheine will keep us safe. It is no good to be weak and dependant. We will build an army. Infantry, cannon to artillary, marines and machine guns.

Tom bombadil the healer is in place and waiting for a new army to form up, at this stage for defence of Mali only.

Ironworks begin in Kumbi Saleh.

With the mining corporation boosting Mali's production ,a decision is made to cash in on all the fish that have bounded in our waters since time immemorial

The Merchant given by the spirit of the sea founds this corporation to grow the population on Mali considerably.

In fact a quest is offered by , not a god but a chief executive officer . To spread the sushi to eight more cities, and so we begin.

And with the discovery of oil we can soon begin to build tanks. In Timbuktu, the home of both mining inc and Sushi corporation, a great commercial centre is under construction. Wealth and populatoing will abound in Mali.

The gods seem satisfied. A prophet is born in Timbuktu , perhaps a sign of their happiness.

In Moscow we evacuate and bring our demi-god cavalries to Yakutsk. Our last great person gifted by the sea will go there to sure up the cultural power in that city and make our border strong.

The calamitous era of animals has been parodied with children's figurines in Russia.

It is time for Mali to regain it's prestige, and take it's place at the top of the world, gods willing.

 

[PimpyMicPimp]

Haha! That last picture is hilarious.

Also, prepare yourself! The trickster God is wrestless...

 

[PimpyMicPimp]

*A manical laugh is heard throughout the Malinese lands. The populace holds their breath, knowing full well PimpyMicPimp's reputation. The Malinese wait in nervous anticipation, wondering what will become of them.

Am ethereal voice is heard in the ears of every Malinese citizen, but none hear it louder than Mansa Musa. The voice rattles his head, vibrating his brain. The voice begins it's proclomation;
Mali! Hear my words and know the power behind them!
I grow weary of your shamefull devoution of the other Gods, I demand tribute! Henceforth, all of your cities shall bear my name! Any newly founded or conqured cities must also carry the Pimpy motif and all current cities must keep my name. If this does not stay true, by divine intervention or otherwise, you will feel my terrible, terrible wrath! Be warned!
The time for peace is over! I have instigated global conflicts, leaving only you and Russia at peace, but this cannot last! I demand blood! Mali must go to war! The target of your destruction does not concern me, but I demand blood and soon!
Be warned! For chaos has taken to the seas! Elite warriors of the underworld, bent on destruction have taken to the seas! Their destination I do not know, but where ever they land they will surley cause mayham and havoc. Beware the black sails!
Lastly, for I am loving, I have not undone the highly amusing feat of reducing your military to animals, but I have placed a defender in every city lacking a human one.
Now, go forth and serve me!

And with a sound of a gong, the God leaves Mali. What will Mansa do with the new demands and rules? Only time will tell...*

http://forums.civfanatics.com/uploads/116268/DivineIntervention.zip

 

[mice]

here's Pimpy's save uploaded to civfanatics for ease of opening...

 

[absimiliard]

Bwahahaha!

I love that last pic, of the figurine. I'm totally clueless as to where it came from, but it's pretty damn funny given the game you're playing.

Just remember, you've clearly been good to Catherine. Get all those animals and Tom Bombadil together in a stack somewhere . . . ... . . .

I'll take a look at the save when I get home. (at work at the moment) I'm quite interested in seeing what Pimpy has done to you.

-abs

 

[mice]

Do the Malinese people know who they are ? Do they know where they live ? well, yes. The names of their cites will never be forgotten, even with the trickster god playing havoc. All cities awoke to find their signs, banners and letterhead malformed into a malicious aberation.

It would not be tolerated. This god was wearing it's welcome thin. All pimpy words and paraphenalia were burned in a huge re-renaming effort that lasted one year.

A few changes occured. The capital - former Djenne , decided to became Timbuktu, as it was the capital now. Timbuktu had little choice but to rename to Djenne. The former Kumbi Saleh took the next most prestigious name, Gao, and the former Barbarian Magyar took the name of Niani. Former Gao then had no choice but to adopt the next most prestigious name of Walata . The name Kumbi Salh was completely forgotten.

This caused a ripple effect through the renaming process where Awdaghost begat Tadmekka, Tadmekka begat Awlil, Awlil begat Wadan, Wadan begat Agedes, Agedes begat Teodeni , Teodeni begat Taghaza , Taghaza begat Katsina, Katsina begat Kano, Kano begat Zaria, Zaria begat Bilma ,Bilma begat Nagazagumu ,Nagzagumu begat Kangabata, Kangabat begat Dia , Dia begat Tiraqqa , Tiraqqa begat Awkar, Awkar begat Kukiya (former smolensk), Kukiya begat Takrur ( former Yatusk), and Moscow was renamed just Cow.

Here endeth the lesson. The lesson being DONT MESS WITH MALI'S NAMES.

Cites configure themselves for wealth and production. All outlying ghost cities with enough production build lighhouses to garner food to build population.


Wars. Willem is at war with Pacal. Willem will probably win this war and become strong.He also seems to be encouraging the Dutch culture to ridiculous hieghts.

Rameses asks Mali to fight the Native Americans.

Spoiler :

The whole world hates them so I agree to join in. We are enemy to the Aztecs and the Native Americans. Friends to the Dutch, the Mayans (but must pick a side soon) and the Egyptians.

The Spirit of the Sea made it clear that we the Maliese must not take to the skies. now I see what he,it,was talking about. Other civilisations are researching flying engines for purposes of war. We can't risk annoying this spirit. He,It has been on our side through the eras. No air craft. So we build artillary and Tanks.

The Sea war near Native America is finely balanced, with our transports needing protection, ultimately from Battleships built on the east coast.

Our Flotilla arrives

and the land war begins

After years of war, with teh Demi-god cavalry killing 4 or 5 enemies at one time though dark arts, the Capital falls.

We are weary of war.

We seek peace with Montezuma, but remain at war with Native America.

Here the new land is seen with a trail of dead soldiers and tanks.

One more city to the east would break Native America in half. and then ...

 

[PimpyMicPimp]

Insolent Mali! You shall pay for this insult!

I shall show you the true meaning of suffering... once I get on my Civ computer.

But it will happen, oh yes, it will.

 

[mice]

Pimpy and me agreed to let another poster take the save. Com'on distort the world someone.

 

[PimpyMicPimp]

Do something malicious, please

 

[Wuffy]

Got It!

Wheeee... Gimme a bit to edit...