6,000 Years in 432 Hours - Journal of a Civ3 Succession Game

[MrRogers]

oh man thats an anticlimax

the next person better be quick! im haveing trouble waiting!

in other news i should get civ3 tomoro! should have got it last week but the bloody aussies cant even ship things right

[zapperio]

Zap

[General Ludd]

So, I guess Gaius Marius is up now. If tleilaxu has to drop out, do you think we should replace him or just go with 5?

[Pisthetaerus]

hmm, don't suppose it is too late to ask to join in on the fun is it?

[Gaius Marius]

I say go with 5, but lets give him another or see if he wants to continue first.

[Bakunine]

Originally posted by Gaius Marius
I say go with 5, but lets give him another or see if he wants to continue first.

Same thought me.

[GodSpawn]

Originally posted by Gaius Marius
I say go with 5, but lets give him another or see if he wants to continue first.

But you're going to start on your turn in the meantime, right?

[tleilaxu]

someone else needs to go... it's difficult to figure stuff out on a computer that has chinese windows....

skip skip skip

[Gaius Marius]

Fame sucks. Settle down, people. I'm playing now.

[Timeline]

Fame sucks. Settle down, people. I'm playing now.

I should hope so!!

And hurry up!




LOL

[Gaius Marius]

Guards! The window! To the gates!

Vladimir Putin, captain of the Russian Palace guard, burst into the royal chambers. Young Marius, only fifteen, was gesturing wildly at the open window, where the curtains waved wistfully in the wind. The silence was painful, cutting after the clamor of the moments before.

"What is it, young prince?" asked a shocked Vladimir.

"The dog...."

As Marius cast down his eyes, Putin followed, only then taking note of the tear in the Prince's robe, and the slowly spreading darkness in the shadows of its folds.

"Lie down, young one! I will summon the doctor!"

"I shall live, and yet long. I promise you this. The king has not been so fortunate."

The cut was clean, ear to ear - a grim, eternal smile.

The King is dead.

Long live the King.

Tleilaxu's reign had been short, mere hours in fact, but it would prove to be the most important in Russia's history. Her future was forged on that cold, rainy night. Marius made sure of it.

The dagger Marius had wrestled from the assassin could have had only one origin. This blade would not be the last to mix English and Russian blood.

"Get me four runners, now!"

"Send them to the four corners of the empire. All cities are to halt production immediately. Temples and workers can wait - have them build bows and spears. Take the finest young men from each village, and have them meet me on the Field of Mammoths. We are going to war."

The following morning, a resplendent Marius, spear in hand, mounted the parapet of the Russian palace and spoke to the crowd that had slowly gathered in the rain.

"I come to praise Tleilaxu, and to bury him! A father has been taken from all of us. For every drop of Russian blood and pound of Russian flesh lost on the battlefields of the days that come, I swear to you I will exact a thousandfold more from the English dogs, upon which we will all feast. But not a million of them could give their lives to repay what we have lost already. There will never be peace, until there is justice. And there can be no justice until the last Englishman, pleading for his race, bleeds out his life onto the fields his fathers once called home."

"The English Army has a saying they whisper to each other between drunken bouts with whores: They say, that they shall never fear to fall, for if they do, there shall be some corner of a foreign field which shall forever be England. If this is true, then I tell you now, after the battles that will come, there shall be a great deal of England, and not a single Englishman to enjoy it."

And so, in 570 BC, began the reign of Gaius Marius II, young King of Russia. A chronicle of that reign follows.

[Gaius Marius]

570 BC
-ALL towns are ordered to produce archers.

550 BC
-The French were contacted, and enticed to sell the secrets of Writing and Mysticism for 165 gold. Gold is worthless in Despotism, anyway.

510 BC
-The Pyramids were begun in Kievan Rus. "Might as well" was the best reason Marius could give.
-Tblisi was founded in the south.
-Zimbabwe completed the pyramids. Baztards!

490 BC
-Kievan Rus switched to the Oracle.
-Territory map sold to the English for 9 gold+their map (they already knew our territory due to their scout. Anything to take the dogs' money.

470 BC
-Marius gathers the First Army of the Russian People on the Field of Mammoths south of Kievan Rus. It consists of five Archers and one Spearman. It begins its march towards Oxford.
-The Russian Army advances into English territory:



450 BC
-English scouts will not withdraw from Russian territory (they can't, since the isthmus is blocked, so they don't move). Jerks.
-The English Dogs demand we leave their territory. Refusal leads to English declaration of what the Russians had long knew was occuring.

430 BC
-Wise men ordered to research Literature. This will take 32 turns, so science spending was cranked down to minimum. GOLD!! GOLD! Gold to fuel the plots of the illuminati!

-The Russian Imperial Army attacks. At the loss of only one Archer, Oxford is taken. Marius considers razing the city, but decides instead to use it to heal his troops while slowly starving it.

-Archers begin to pour out of every Russian city and towards the front.

390 BC
-English counterattacks are repulsed by a Russian spearman, who escapes unscathed.

370 BC
-The Army advances on Coventry, the key to the English empire and gateway to the plains of London. If Coventry can be taken, the English countryside lies open for the advancing Army.

330 BC
-Coventry falls, with the loss of but one veteran archer. 26 gold is taken.

290
-English counterattacks result in heavy losses - a spearman and two archers - from Coventry. The Army holds, however, as reinforcements begin to arrive.

270 BC
-Iron supplies are connected to the Russian road network, and all cities are switched to production of Swordsmen.

250 BC
-Some northern cities are diverted from the war effort to temple production (and, for Gomorrah, the Colossus), since the war will likely be over before their troops could reach the front.

230 BC
-Archers clearing up resistance near Coventry are promoted to veteran status, while the main body of the Army arrives at the gates of London.

210 BC
The Army has gathered. Two Spearmen and five Archers, with another four archers in reserve, lie at the gates of London. Marius himself is there to lead the charge:

[Gaius Marius]

"You have been judged, and found wanting!" bellowed Marius, at the gates of London, rumored to be the largest, richest, and greatest city on the planet.

There was no jeering, no taunts or throwing down of refuse from the walls. The English, to a man, knew their time had come.

Elizabeth, fearing for her life and her city, responded to Marius' challenge. She and her closest advisors, the foppish yes-men of the Star Chamber, scurried from the gates to Marius' tent.

"We are prepared to offer peace," she meekly stated, "If you will only let us live. As proof of our deference, we offer you generous terms. Please accept, in the name of peace."

Marius rose calmly from the table.

"Can you give me all the gold I desire?"

"Yes," replied Elizabeth, meekly.

"Can you give me workers to build my empire?"

"Yes, we will give you fine English craftsmen and masons."

"Can you teach my people the secrets of your wise men?"

"Yes, we will teach you some of what we know."




Marius calmly sat once again, and looked deep into Elizabeth's sunken eyes.

"You can give me these things, and you can give me more, should I demand it" said Marius, his voice slowly rising.

"But you cannot give me my father back!" he thundered, "and until you can, there can be no justice, and no peace! Now go, for I wish you to witness the decades of suffering your people will endure!"

Elizabeth, by now huddled almost under the table, crawled from the tent and back to the city.

That night, Marius gathered his generals.

"Tomorrow, we shall be drinking blood and wine in the streets of London, and the entire kingdom will rejoice with us. The gold and workers the English offered us today will be ours for the taking. But I tell you tonight, my most loyal men, that I will be rejoicing with you in spirit, but not in body. Russia will fight this war, and we will win it. But this fight is no longer mine. London is my Babylon - I will not survive the battle tomorrow. You must fight on, on until the last Englishman is dead. Fight on, through the mountains and jungles of England, until you clasp hands with the wild French on the other side of the world."

"Tomorrow you will have a victory, Kievan Rus a new King, and the Russian people a new hope, for a future of justice, peace, and growth. But this hope will remain unfulfilled, and my spirit restless, until this war is over. It begins tomorrow. It will consume your lives. Win it completely, or it will consume your children's."

"For Russia."

[Grunthex]

Great thread. One thought on your last turn. You kept Oxford to 'heal your troops', but if the town has no barracks, healing is just as fast in neutral territory as in a town - 1 hp/turn.

[MrRogers]

very exciting

nice princess bride reference
thats my favourite line of that movie