[...]Boudi can start plotting a war while pleased with the target.
Since when?
EDIT: X-post with DMOC hehe
[...]Boudi can start plotting a war while pleased with the target.
Yes, that's an option. However, I prefer the Liberalism - Biology slingshot myself. I have only pulled that off in a game once, and it was immortal, not diety, IIRC.
Since when?
EDIT: X-post with DMOC hehe
Bah, don't be so harsh. it was quite late in here when i wrote that and somehow I was reading Alex XML values instead of Boudi^Exactly that.
Crosspost with my last post on page 8
Round 9: 1360 AD to 1600 AD [49 Turns] Hannibal and Saladin are really becoming advanced, which is probably due to the fact that they get almost all overseas trade routes.
Bah, don't be so harsh. it was quite late in here when i wrote that and somehow I was reading Alex XML values instead of Boudi
I don´t understand this, why are they getting all overseas trade route?
Great read along DMOC, I enjoyed reading it even if what you've pulled off is far beyond what I could ever hope to accomplish as a Prince level player myself.
One question for you though, That's a mighty impressive stack Boudica has built up. If she did decide to war against you, is there anything you could reasonably hope to do to blunt it? Or if she declared would it pretty much be game over at that point?
Don't worry I understand.
Hannibal and Saladin are on their own island, so they will benefit from nice trade routes from all of us on the large continent.
On the other hand, the people on the large continent (me, Boudica, Peter, etc.) can "use up" all of the overseas trade routes and have to resort to less profitable mainland routes (of course those can be just as profitable too, but usually not).
Willem van Oranje was, paradoxically, both anxious and relaxed for the upcoming ceremony. This was his retirement party; Willem had served as the leader of the Dutch emprie for countless centuries among his immortal life. But now he could see that, for whatever reason, his time on this planet was diminishing. He knew that it was time to cede control of his position and let a fitter, younger leader take over in the new age of the Dutch emprie. This was the space age, where the Dutch emprie would act as worldwide leaders to settle the stars. As such, Willem was, in a way, happy to be able to rest in peace without the empire's demands on him, but he was also worried on the future of the emprie he had raised largely by himself. Would his hopefully competent successor continue his successful leadership - or would the Dutch emprie decay into forgotten territory?
"Come on out here, Willem," his trusty servant told him, The servant had an unusually large grin, and it was clear that he was hiding something from Willem. "They are all waiting for you."
Willem acquiesced, and he forced himself to stride over his throne room and out on the balcony. He knew, from eavesdropping one of the servant's conversations, that a large crowd was expected to be in front of him.
With unusual aplomb, Willem stepped out into the broad balcony, standing up high in front of a crowd of Dutch people. The moment the sun's rays pierced on him, Willem heard a clap unlike any other. The noise was deafening and thunderous. All over the area, the Dutch people rejoiced, applauding harder than ever. A select few were jumping up and down like overly eager kids. There were also a significant amount of people shedding tears. This was their lifelong leader, and he was stating his farewell to them. Willem, too, was overcome with ecstasy. Never before had he had such an incredible feeling of euphoria. Only now, he came to understand the massive impact of his reign of over five thousand years. He led the Dutch empire from their first city into a massive empire with over thirty large cities and countless, countless more towns and villages. He assiduously led them through their early Dark Ages and their more recent Golden Ages. And, most of all, he created a nation that could serve as a model for others in terms of democracy, peace, technology, and happiness. All in all, at this very moment, Willem felt all the weight of his accomplishments lift off of him. He was light again, feeling like a young boy again. The experience was magnificent ....
"Willem!"
The Dutch leader was brought back to mental reality as the cry of his servant reverberated throughout his head. Willem, still standing still, saw the curtains of the balcony in front of him close. Soon, he was concealed from the public. With a sigh of relief, Willem turned around, expecting to taste his first moments of peace and quiet.
But he was mistaken. The moment he turned around, he saw, to his astonishment, a crowd of people standing in front of him. How did they get here? though Willem nervously, trying to see if he recognized those people. He could not see his servant among them. But as Willem scrutinized the people, his jaw dropped. He nearly fainted, and gripped the wall to keep him upright.
In front of him, to his utter astonishment, were fifty two people. They were all leaders of their own civilizations throughout history. Willem's eyes veered over from Mansa Musa of the Malinese empire, to Shaka of the Zulu empire, to Suryavarman II of the Khmer empire, and much, much more. He could see Boudica. He could see Peter - who was smiling despite his civilization's sorry state. And, at the very end of the line, Willem saw - and he almost fainted again - himself. Wait?!? What is this? This is ... me! Willem momentarily panicked. He was not sure if he was seeing things properly .... And in a few seconds, a massive noise filled the room. It was even louder than the one the public crowd had produced. At first, Willem was dazed, wondering if all the leaders would attack him to exact revenge.
Willem was, once again, mistaken. When he sluggishly regained his compsure, he saw applause. All in front of him, the fifty two people were giving him a standing ovation. They were clapping harder than Willem thought was possible. He could not take his eyes off of his own self, standing the furthest right of any leader. Willem - not him, but the leader clapping - was applauding harder than any of the others. He had tears in his eyes.
"What ... what is this?" asked Willem, who thought he was hallucinating and had better hitch a ride to his doctor's office.
"You have done it," a deep voice said. The applauding ceased, and all the leaders turned to look at the other Willem, who had stepped forward from his previously reclusive position.
"You have done what few have thought possible," the other Willem said, smiling at the overwhelmed leader in front of him. "You have done a magnificent job leading your civilization, so it is only reasonable that we all pay you our respects. It is my great pleasure to make a farewell ... to the greatest leader who ever existed."
"My ... my goodness ..." Willem stuttered. A weak grin appeard on his face, and his euphoria and ecstasy finally matched those of the other leaders in the throne room. He was completely speechless. In front of him, he could hear a boisterous Zara Yaqob jumping up and down and loudly announcing: "Let the party commence!"
A fitting end ... Willem thought, kneeling, with tears streaming fast down his cheeks. To a glorious, industrious, magnificient career in civilization ....
With Boudica dominating the war, I bribed her to peace. Out of curiosity, I continued the game past 1780 AD and Boudica went on to have 52 cities (and vassalized Peter) before the war between then concluded. Wait ... didn't they just make peace?
(Boudica went back to WHEOOHRN mode the turn after this trade. )
Spoiler :
As expected, 10 turns after their peace treaty expired, Boudica and Peter were back at war.
Spoiler :
Great post! So great that after months (years?) of lurking I've decided to create an account just to say that.
Also -- why did you not want a Great Artist?
Great post! So great that after months (years?) of lurking I've decided to create an account just to say that.
Also -- why did you not want a Great Artist?
Well done! A truly fun read, pity this is your last one over here.
I feel better now that you've won since forgetting to add in those 2 civs at the start (not counting me sending over the wrong save!).
Just to note it, there's no peace treaty and mandatory 10 turns of peace after bribery, it's just a cease fire. That's why Boudica was able to enter war mode against Peter immediately and in principle she could have attacked again on the next turn!
I've had that in my games and I've seen it on the forums as well, bribing for peace isn't effective at all.
Well done!
Congratulations on your epic win, DMOC! Now that it's all over, I wonder what would happen if you declare on Boudica just for fun is that the starting-warrior-turned-eternal-capitol-garrison alone at Home?
Also,
Spoiler :
why the hell does Boudica have to pose that way in her screenshots?!? I see it all the time
because he allready had one and you can't start an golden age with same kind of Great Persons