1/4/2024 0 Comments 3 civilization v imagesMali had launched a space ship to Alpha Centauri, and if it arrived before I could reduce their homeland to a smoldering waste, I was finished. For even with my uniquely mad plans, I knew victory was still beyond my grasp. I filled the seas around Mali with missile subs and crammed my production centers with ICBMs, but I did not attack. It was an arsenal of indiscriminate death, of cruelty, of genocide. It was an arsenal of ICBMs and tactical nukes, a fleet of submarines to slip by my enemies defenses and attack them where they were vulnerable. Not one of men and guns, though there was plenty of that. Once more I put my people to work building an arsenal. I would wipe the Malinese from the world. My greed, my arrogence, the darkness that boils within my thoughts could not accept that. That my position was respectable and enviable, and let my people return to peace, but no. I could've accepted that I could not win. My empire was decaying from within, growing feeble from years of neglect. Unrest from generations of dying choked my cities almost as much as the smog from the factories. At this point, the cracks were beginning to show. Within a few short years I was forced to retreat onto my ships to save what little I could and fall back as they consumed my overseas empire. Their army bore down on all my people had been forced to suffer for like a hammer against clay. The mightiest of the civilizations, the Malinese, intervened in the war, taking in Portugal as their vassal. The landing point was so far from my empire that it took years for reinforcements to reach my battered army every time it was near defeat. ![]() Then, a brutal, pointless war raged for a generation. Their mighty navy lay in its port near their capital, and I struck there, burning the ships in the harbor after the city had fallen. My opening move against the portuguese(the second strongest empire, with I as the third) was one of underhanded shock-attack. Tanks, planes, and marines in their thousands left my shores. I had assembled a powerful army and navy to reach out across the oceans and let death touch the lands beyond. I subjugated any other civilization weaker than me while envying those above me, every move a stepping stone towards invading my more powerful enemies. A caste system to keep my people in line, nationalism to draft unwilling bodies into my army, and sickening coal power plants to light my factories so that they may never cease their toiling. I grasped at any advantage I could muster. I re-tooled my empire from a land of prosperity and freedom to a machine of war. My empire was grand, but there were others, grander, more powerful, further ahead in technology and culture. I wanted the one thing I could not have, Supremacy. But I wasn't happy, for I didn't want any of that. My empire wanted for nothing, any material possession was available. My empire, mighty India, stretched across a third of the world, An entire continent was at my command, plus a wide sprawling dominion of tropical islands in the seas to the west. I once had a moment when I realized how horrible I was in a game of Sid Meyer's Civilization 4, Beyond the Sword.
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