Believe it or not, I dreamt about this game last night. We were not isolated from the Barbarian nation!

In this dream-world version of the game, all the world was one long, snakey pangea, with the barbs in the middle, us at one end, and the other civs crowded at the other end, killing each other and leaving us to the mercy of the barbs.

barbs who had tanks before we had rifles. :suicide:
Not that I'm going to suggest making any plans based on this.

The night before, I dreamt that one of my (least liked) law school professors was an evil villian in a world that desparately needed a super hero.

I had the ability to fly

, but it took all my efforts to protect my friend's infant son; I couldn't help anyone else.

But the ability to fly really came in handy when having to escape from an attic window!
(And in case anyone needs the black letter law, here it is: I cannot fly. Therefore my dreams are unreliable. Therefore, nothing in the above dream about this game should affect the play of the game.

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