Turn 38
Once upon a turn-set dreary while I pondered, weak and weary
over many a quaint and curious volume of Civilization lore
while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
as of someone gently rapping - rapping on my city's door!
"'tis some city-state," I muttered, "tapping on my chamber door,
only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, I was in the barbarian wringer,
and each separate, dying slinger wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I sought the morrow - vainly I sought to borrow
from my reports surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost warrior
For the unit I should have built first, a warrior -
nameless here forevermore.

And the silken, sad uncertain rustling of turning each turn in
thrilled me, filled me with terrors never felt before
So that now to still the beating of my heart I stood repeating
"'tis some city-state entreating entrance at my city door -
some FINANCIAL city-state entreating entrance at my city door.
Merely this and nothing more."
Presently, my units grew stronger - hesitating then no longer
"Sirs," said I, "Or madams, truly your forgiveness I implore,
But the truth is my units were hurting and so many barbs were lurking
that I scarce was sure I could scout you -" here I threw my scout across the river:
Only loyalty pressure, and nothing more.

Deep into that jungle peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Dreaming dreams no Civ player dared to dream before.
But the silence was unbroken, and the jungle gave no token,
and the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Kaiser?"
This I whispered and an echo murmured back the word, "Kaiser..."
Only this, and nothing more.
Back into my empire turning, all my soul within me burning
Soon again I saw my cities, somewhat larger than before!
"Surely," I said, "Surely that is something in my civic lattice
let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore!
Let the barbs be gone a moment, and this mystery explore -
'tis Early Empire, and nothing more."

Then, methought the game grew denser, as I saw this strong competitor
Played by Kaiser whose civilization so dominated all the score
"Wretch!" I cried, "Thy start was easy - no barbarians, it was breezy!
Mine was quarrelsome and queasy - so I have such a high military score!
Why, oh why is your culture rate standing at 4 and 15 more?
And of your science - let us speak no more!"
Much I marveled this ungainly Civ to lead the game so plainly
though his player little ability - little prior skill bore
For we cannot help agreeing that no other player being
this early yet was blessed with seeing 19 cpt or more!
19 cpt only 38 turns into the game, and no more:
Kaiser's crazy research score.

"Player!" cried I, "Thing of evil! Player still, if Egypt or devil,
Whether Ioan-led or your own skill led thee to thy score
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if within the distant Eden
it shall clasp the sainted maiden of barbarians no more
Clasp the rare and radiant maiden of building up my own score!"
Quoth the Kaiser: Nevermore.
"Be that word our sign of parting, player-fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting
"Get thee back into the jungle and the Pangaea's northern shore!
Leave no pillaging as a token of the lies thy soul hath spoken
Leave my loneliness unbroken - quit the borders of my city door!
Take thy warrior from off my lands, and leave here to return no more!"
Quoth the Kaiser: Nevermore.

But the scoreboard, never flitting, still is sitting, STILL is sitting
And Kaiser is perched safe and secure atop the score
And his civ has all the seeming of a runaway snowball streaming
and his cities are all gleaming with districts and pop and more
And my civ from out the basement of the score
shall be lifted - nevermore!

Once upon a turn-set dreary while I pondered, weak and weary
over many a quaint and curious volume of Civilization lore
while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
as of someone gently rapping - rapping on my city's door!
"'tis some city-state," I muttered, "tapping on my chamber door,
only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, I was in the barbarian wringer,
and each separate, dying slinger wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I sought the morrow - vainly I sought to borrow
from my reports surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost warrior
For the unit I should have built first, a warrior -
nameless here forevermore.

And the silken, sad uncertain rustling of turning each turn in
thrilled me, filled me with terrors never felt before
So that now to still the beating of my heart I stood repeating
"'tis some city-state entreating entrance at my city door -
some FINANCIAL city-state entreating entrance at my city door.
Merely this and nothing more."
Presently, my units grew stronger - hesitating then no longer
"Sirs," said I, "Or madams, truly your forgiveness I implore,
But the truth is my units were hurting and so many barbs were lurking
that I scarce was sure I could scout you -" here I threw my scout across the river:
Only loyalty pressure, and nothing more.

Deep into that jungle peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Dreaming dreams no Civ player dared to dream before.
But the silence was unbroken, and the jungle gave no token,
and the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Kaiser?"
This I whispered and an echo murmured back the word, "Kaiser..."
Only this, and nothing more.
Back into my empire turning, all my soul within me burning
Soon again I saw my cities, somewhat larger than before!
"Surely," I said, "Surely that is something in my civic lattice
let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore!
Let the barbs be gone a moment, and this mystery explore -
'tis Early Empire, and nothing more."

Then, methought the game grew denser, as I saw this strong competitor
Played by Kaiser whose civilization so dominated all the score
"Wretch!" I cried, "Thy start was easy - no barbarians, it was breezy!
Mine was quarrelsome and queasy - so I have such a high military score!
Why, oh why is your culture rate standing at 4 and 15 more?
And of your science - let us speak no more!"
Much I marveled this ungainly Civ to lead the game so plainly
though his player little ability - little prior skill bore
For we cannot help agreeing that no other player being
this early yet was blessed with seeing 19 cpt or more!
19 cpt only 38 turns into the game, and no more:
Kaiser's crazy research score.

"Player!" cried I, "Thing of evil! Player still, if Egypt or devil,
Whether Ioan-led or your own skill led thee to thy score
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if within the distant Eden
it shall clasp the sainted maiden of barbarians no more
Clasp the rare and radiant maiden of building up my own score!"
Quoth the Kaiser: Nevermore.
"Be that word our sign of parting, player-fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting
"Get thee back into the jungle and the Pangaea's northern shore!
Leave no pillaging as a token of the lies thy soul hath spoken
Leave my loneliness unbroken - quit the borders of my city door!
Take thy warrior from off my lands, and leave here to return no more!"
Quoth the Kaiser: Nevermore.

But the scoreboard, never flitting, still is sitting, STILL is sitting
And Kaiser is perched safe and secure atop the score
And his civ has all the seeming of a runaway snowball streaming
and his cities are all gleaming with districts and pop and more
And my civ from out the basement of the score
shall be lifted - nevermore!

I Think I'm Gwangju Like It Here
A blog about my adventures in Korea, and whatever else I feel like writing about.
A blog about my adventures in Korea, and whatever else I feel like writing about.