1) Wipe out all of humanity with your own customised disease. NB: Madagascans are distressingly health-conscious.
2) Unleash your inner Scrapheap Challenger: it took me c.1.5 hours to build a working catapult, but it was probably the greatest achievement I'll have all week.
Games are weird like that. Last week's greatest achievement was defending the town of Hatra against a besieging Egyptian army with nothing more than 3 militia hoplite platoons, 2 peasant rabbles and one peltast unit. A combination of "not one step back" bravery from the hoplites and (frankly) superb tactical nous from their general soon had the Pharoah's levies fleeing the field, despite outnumbering the defenders 7:2. Sure, from the outside it looked like a grown man manipulating pixels while screaming "Die, die, die you cat-worshipping bastards!" but from the inside it was a steel-nerved triumph against the odds.
And surely, that's the view that matters. Right?
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Damn you, I must have spent 3 hours trying to kill off Madagascans. What did they ever do to me?
Isolationists. If they're going to put survival over being part of the global network, they'll just have to die sweaty haemorraghing death.
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