The Road to Nowhere: A Tragic Tale of an Empire Undone by Liquor.
It was early 2006, I'd just returned from Iraq and was drinking far too much, and I'd finally got my hands on Civ IV. Things were going great for Caesar: adversaries brought to heel, allies kept in check, wealth, health, and happiness prevailing in all my cities. Then I started drinking. I went through about a case of beer and passed out. I woke up at noon with my head on the keyboard and a vicious hangover. There was not a single one of my core cities that did not have plumes of smoke and clouds of disease rising above it. The Mongols, formerly an enfeebled and negligible adversary, had reduced the Eastern part my empire to ruins. The few tattered units of my army were either in full flight to the capital city, or posted in remote and strategically irrelevant locations. My allies had grown hostile, borders were closed; even Gandhi hated me. Most humiliating of all, it seems the drunken madman of an emperor had initiated a massive public works project: as their society collapsed around them, all of my Workers had been sent to build a long and tortuous road through the desert towards a small peninsula dotted by mountains and devoid of resources.
After some Alka-Seltzer and a pilgrimage to kneel before the Porcelain God, I tried to salvage the situation, but all was truly lost.
I don't drink so much any more.