[I've won games on all levels up to and including Monarch on standard size maps; this was my second game on Monarch using editor changes to decrease corruption].
Dear People of Tenochtitlan,
It was with sadness that I received the news that you had decided to revert to the Aztec Empire. Not only because it meant you had given up the benefits of staying part of the Chinese Empire but also because I realized, as I read the news of your defection, that I would never play Civ3 again.
I should explain, since because I have been a Civilization player since the early days of Civ 1 you may be disappointed to hear I have given up. I didn't mind when you declared war on me in 1300, despite our previously good relations. I had cornered you in the south of our continent and had you done nothing, I would no doubt have discovered technologies to beat you into pulp in the years to come. I appreciated your initial attack, when I was but two riflemen away from losing my border stronghold (thanks Soren). Appreciated but laughed, as I anticipated my response. My Empire was four times your size and I had a Mutual Protection Pact with the Germans (my only rival for 1st place). The threat of a German counter would stop the Greeks taking advantage of our war to attack me in the north.
So it was with relish, and no little gratitude to the Gods of Civilization, that I launched my counter-strike. In one turn I took your biggest two border cities.
The next your capital, fabled Tenochtitlan itself, fell to my Cavalry, Cannon and Riflemen. What empire of a mere 10 cities could survive the loss of its capitol and two biggest cities in two turns, not to mention the fact that the war so far had cost the flower of Aztec youth? The bodies of your cavalrymen littered the border.
But I was wrong. Your capitol jumped to another city, as if by magic. Your miserable, bleeding excuse for an empire was strong enough to subvert your former capitol back into the fold, and my occupying army of 8 Cavalry, 10 Cannon and 6 Riflemen was not enough to stop it. Despite the fact that the occupying army was probably bigger than all the surviving military in the remains of your empire. Despite my empire being ahead of yours in technology, culture, development, size and any other yardstick you care to mention. It mattered naught, and my troops were no more.
So I quit the game and retired to lick my wounds. As I always do when losing games of Civ, I considered the lesson the Gods of Civilization had taught me. I realized the lessons from this game were profound ones. Do not be great, or the gods will humble you. Ignore squares greater than 15 to 20 away from your capitol, for you cannot influence them. Be nice to tiny opponents, for they may suddenly grow and kick you in the teeth. Put not your faith in great Empires, huge armies, well developed infrastructure and trading, for greatness in Civ3 is measured by randomness and not these fleeting things.
Or to put it more simply, the lesson was this: give up Civ3, it's a piece of ****.
Yours sadly,
Lord of the Isles
[off to resume his career playing CtPII with the Cradle mods, many pounds poorer but a little wiser]
Dear People of Tenochtitlan,
It was with sadness that I received the news that you had decided to revert to the Aztec Empire. Not only because it meant you had given up the benefits of staying part of the Chinese Empire but also because I realized, as I read the news of your defection, that I would never play Civ3 again.
I should explain, since because I have been a Civilization player since the early days of Civ 1 you may be disappointed to hear I have given up. I didn't mind when you declared war on me in 1300, despite our previously good relations. I had cornered you in the south of our continent and had you done nothing, I would no doubt have discovered technologies to beat you into pulp in the years to come. I appreciated your initial attack, when I was but two riflemen away from losing my border stronghold (thanks Soren). Appreciated but laughed, as I anticipated my response. My Empire was four times your size and I had a Mutual Protection Pact with the Germans (my only rival for 1st place). The threat of a German counter would stop the Greeks taking advantage of our war to attack me in the north.
So it was with relish, and no little gratitude to the Gods of Civilization, that I launched my counter-strike. In one turn I took your biggest two border cities.
The next your capital, fabled Tenochtitlan itself, fell to my Cavalry, Cannon and Riflemen. What empire of a mere 10 cities could survive the loss of its capitol and two biggest cities in two turns, not to mention the fact that the war so far had cost the flower of Aztec youth? The bodies of your cavalrymen littered the border.
But I was wrong. Your capitol jumped to another city, as if by magic. Your miserable, bleeding excuse for an empire was strong enough to subvert your former capitol back into the fold, and my occupying army of 8 Cavalry, 10 Cannon and 6 Riflemen was not enough to stop it. Despite the fact that the occupying army was probably bigger than all the surviving military in the remains of your empire. Despite my empire being ahead of yours in technology, culture, development, size and any other yardstick you care to mention. It mattered naught, and my troops were no more.
So I quit the game and retired to lick my wounds. As I always do when losing games of Civ, I considered the lesson the Gods of Civilization had taught me. I realized the lessons from this game were profound ones. Do not be great, or the gods will humble you. Ignore squares greater than 15 to 20 away from your capitol, for you cannot influence them. Be nice to tiny opponents, for they may suddenly grow and kick you in the teeth. Put not your faith in great Empires, huge armies, well developed infrastructure and trading, for greatness in Civ3 is measured by randomness and not these fleeting things.
Or to put it more simply, the lesson was this: give up Civ3, it's a piece of ****.
Yours sadly,
Lord of the Isles
[off to resume his career playing CtPII with the Cradle mods, many pounds poorer but a little wiser]
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