"Right. The damned settlers are goin' north and east and grabbin' the first blue circle they lay eyes on."
Spoiler:
Under the rules, we have free use of our military units once built and can whip at will. So in order to improve our position, I may start a wild round of whipping so we can get out more units. The computer has GOT to start making some axes, right? RIGHT???
1N of the northern rice claims the rice/ironbananas and is on a river. Iron is important for the MILITARY. As you get closer a blue circle will appear...or you will find an AI city there
Regarding scouts, I'm guessing the AI code wants to have some around. If yours keep being eaten, it suggests building more. Once you have two or three alive ones, it should stop.
Yes, I think the easiest way of accomplishing this is to not send the Scouts ascouting. Kept safely at home their numbers should soon satisfy the advisor...
The governor "emphasize" button can have a dramatic effect on what tiles are worked, specialists used, and even what improvements automated workers make. You can actually get them to cough up nothing but farms if you have an irrigation source, CS, and click emphasize food only. They'll farm/workshop if you pick only hammers...usually. Emphasize great people badly stunts growth in many cases but they WILL run specialists like that - if you play with it you might learn some things that save you micro later on in serious games.
"We're sending the IREs there now, Mr. President," Chertoff said.
"Save some of that metal for my new set of clubs. My slice is about to drive me from the game of golf."
"What a blow to the nation that would be, sir," Ashcroft said.
"God is God, padre. What could be simpler? Why complicate it?"
"Yes. But there are many aspects to God," Pat replied.
"Kinda like a woman. Moody. Complicated. Prone to sudden, emotional violence. Yeah, I get that."
"So illegal aliens are attacking New York and it's being defended by a guy with a club?"
"Yes sir. One of your 3-irons," Petraeus said assuringly.
"Damn! I was wondering where that went ..."
"The defenses, sir?" the general reminded. "New York is busy training Homeland Improvement Technicians at the moment."
"Fill in their ranks with Involuntary ... Retroactive ... aw hell, fill 'em in with the slaves and get some guys with bows on the catwalks."
"What, no more barracks?"
"No, we need to build monuments to our greatness," Big Dick stated flatly.
"Good point. The regular guy needs someone to look up to. He needs to know that we're doing something for him."
"Nothing makes people feel good like telling them how great you are," Rove whispered.
"Yes, Mr. President?" Greenspan asked.
"Look at this here. This Patriotic, er ... Freedom ... aw hell, the worker is chopping down the jungle. He's nowhere NEAR Boston!"
"That's the beauty of free market slavery in action, sir. He is obviously going to the site of the greatest economic benefit. I may have to lower interest rates to continue to give him economic incentives to do so."
"How does him carving up the rainforest help me?"
"Every fern that nimwit hacks down is another day in office," Big Dick reminded. "The day we try to regulate the activities of the common man is the day we're booted out of office."
"Good point. Get me a beer, Mikey. And tell Pat it's a go on the Temple. Folks love a fiery sermon from the rabbi."
Spoiler:
Meanwhile the city builds were following an interesting pattern. Once the barracks were done, every city wanted a monument, then a religious building for the religion that was present. We had two workers going for about 600 years.
"Daddy loves pork rinds. It's Hannukah soon. I want the everlovin' seven days of pork rinds."
"Coming right up, sir."
"Don't tell the padre," Dubya said, winking.
"Yep, that's the deal Winnie. My pork rinds for your wine. Laura loves a good jolt before we conduct our marital business," Dubya chuckled.
"Quite. Unfortunately, George, I'm afraid the English Empire requires something more ... substantial," Churchill replied between crispy mouthfuls of fried pig skin.
"What? You need some barbecue with that?"
"Yes! I mean, no. Yes, I want some barbecue now. No, I don't want trade relations between our nations based on mass tonnage of smoked beef brisket."
"Damn."
"Throw your precious gemstones into the deal and we are agreed."
"You drive a hard bargain, Winnie. Strong. Tough. Resolute. That's what I like about you. Mr. Willpower. More banana pudding?"
"We're losing money hand over fist, Al."
"Not to worry, Mr. President. Free Market slavery has an answer to all of that. The cities will each build what they need according to supply and demand," Greenspan assured.
"Well I demand that we start makin' some damned money!"
Spoiler:
Once all of the religious and military buildings were built, the city governors went on an absolute worker binge. We went from 2 to 11 workers in about 20 turns.
Interestingly, the workers themselves seemed to go crazy hooking up every resource (and roads to them) within borders. Only after that was done, towards the end of the round, did any of them start farming and cottaging and chopping forests.
"King George, eh? Rolls off the tongue," Dubya said proudly, fitting the crown on his head. "Bet I'll be the first King George anyone's heard of."
The advisors silently looked at each other, stared down to silence by a stern Big Dick.
"We're thinking of 'Supreme Patriot' as your title," Rove said.
"I like it. Keeps folks from bein' reminded that their obedience is guaranteed by the threat of martial law. Let's run with it."
"So God is just one guy after all?" Dubya asked.
"Yes, with many aspects. The Strong. The Wise. The Just," Pat pontificated.
"No wonder He likes me so much. I'm in his damned image."
"The Arabs have laid down Yamama."
"The hell they have! Where's my shotgun?" Dubya yelled, looking wildly around.
"They also want us to become Hindu," Big Dick spat, laughing darkly.
"The day I worship false gods like power and money is the day I become a sorry excuse for a world leader. Tell him not just 'no,' but 'hell no!,' and to keep away from the pork rinds!"
Spoiler:
Our first cottage ...
"She did WHAT?"
"Spain has claimed the Iron near Atlanta," Greenspan said neutrally. "Free market in action."
"Free market my heinie, Al. Get the troops ready! We're takin' it back!"
"Uh, sir, we don't have enough troops," Petraeus said.
"Hey! I'm the Supreme Patriot here, Dave. Just get me every man you can lay your hands on with big metal weapons and a will to win!"
Spoiler:
Current state of the world ... as you can see, Isabella, Saladin and Churchill have expanded right next to us.
Regarding scouts, I'm guessing the AI code wants to have some around. If yours keep being eaten, it suggests building more. Once you have two or three alive ones, it should stop.
Yes, I think the easiest way of accomplishing this is to not send the Scouts ascouting. Kept safely at home their numbers should soon satisfy the advisor...
We, the Captains of Industry of this great nation, unified in the league of Business Leaders Organized Against Taxation (BLOAT), would like to express our outrage over this administration's egregious tax rate! As we all know, Government is not a solution to our problem, Government is the problem. As such, we believe our President should have faith in his loyal base of support and decide that any dollar collected in taxes by the Federal Government is one dollar too many!
We, your loyal business leaders, demand an immediate reduction of the tax rate to zero percent! Return these funds illicitly taken from your CEOs and help us create growth and prosperity! Let the magic of the marketplace reign freely!
We have faith in you, Mr. President. The question is, do you have faith in us?
The governor "emphasize" button can have a dramatic effect on what tiles are worked, specialists used [...] if you play with it you might learn some things that save you micro later on in serious games.
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