[spoilers] Commodore: Worse than Toku, it's Giggles of Siam!

[Commodore]

Frustrating turn, JJ and Dominoes are covered. Stupid AI showing my hand.

[Commodore]

Make haste, for the advent is nigh!

[Commodore]

So I'm going to try something sneaky. Cornflakes, remember this one?

[Commodore]

I hate having action-packed turns on the weekend, because then I get scooped and have a big update to do, belatedly. Fortunately, this one wasn't very active.
Turn: 222
Obviously, big news of the turn was kicking it off with the Zulu. Killed a galleon, wished either the Alt-Q command hadn't screwed my or my 11 frigates had been 12 privateers.


Not much else of interest, really. In the Pacific, plako/Slow/Lew/us are all basically just farting around.


I did pop borders in my rotten little iceball. Worth it for the great prophet? You tell me.


Turn: 223
The turn began with some seriously annoying passive-aggressive bullshit. Some four or five dozen diplo screens later...


Yeah. I sniped a ship, but Jamba Juice was too well defended to allow my main force to hit them. Stupid AI...must...resist...SERENITY NOW. Okay, last time I whine about it. Moving along. Pindicator's heavy knight load is now defending his cities, able to cover even the impressive galleon fork ranges.


I blockaded a bit, made myself feel a little better to deny them Fin/GA coast. Still, note the time on Chemistry, a dismaying datum.


Rest of the empire begins to strain to get as many rifles as possible, with a few exceptions. I send a bunch of Taoist missionaries to the Western Roman lands...who burn them at the stake or something, cannot for the life of me get a good spread. Ah well, at least the many courthouses coming online help the costs.


Turn: 224
This is a BIG empire, expensive too. Various cities flicker on and off wealth to finish Rifling in time; as seen above I was pushing carefully to get a good set quickly. Maybe a solid 21? Anyway, here's vast Generica. Purty, ain't she? High water mark was a while ago, though, this is the pre-Diocletian stage...might expand more, but post-nadir as a civilization.


I futz about, trying to generate mistakes as a ton of trireme whips get magically turned into frigates in the Zulu cities at EoT.


Turn: 225
Here's where we note that the Zulu front is full frontal...nothing in the rear. Hello there axe-and-frigate. Also, I wish Xenu was willing to pitch and toss, he could pick up some islands pretty cheap I think. Ah well. This is where I first recall a dastardly use for the great general.


You see, Morale is a promo that can be taken at any time, adding a lovely extra movement point...even after a unit has moved. So how about three 5-move galleons and a trick pony out of Oliver here?


Meanwhile, I flail a bit more...


Turn: 226
Okay, now we're up to this turn. As can be seen, my trick pony is in striking range of TGI, although Jamba and Dom are both also vulnerable. I found a healthy pile of Zulu ships hiding in the eastern waters; Xenu probably would play a bit were it not for this rather fearsome force. The Zulu just whipped a mighty host; more frigates incoming, so caution time is nigh. Hopefully, I can generate a little blood out here before returning home for riflemen.

Status:

[Commodore]

Lest anyone thing I blame someone else, it's mea culpa that Plako is going to romp to a win here. Didn't get much commentary, but as I referenced, this was all doomed back when I "won Liberalism and lost the game". This is fated at this point.

So, let's relax and enjoy "Commodore posts entertainment while Aztecs romp to victory" again.

[Gazglum]

Anyway, here's vast Generica. Purty, ain't she? High water mark was a while ago, though, this is the pre-Diocletian stage...might expand more, but post-nadir as a civilization.

It's nerdy history lines like this that make me love you Commodore.

With the morale promotion you were talking about, do you mean that you can unload a Great General onto land, and THEN give the morale to allow them to move the same turn?

[Commodore]

With the morale promotion you were talking about, do you mean that you can unload a Great General onto land, and THEN give the morale to allow them to move the same turn?

Now watch them cover with a second unit.

[Cornflakes]

So I'm going to try something sneaky. Cornflakes, remember this one?

You see, Morale is a promo that can be taken at any time, adding a lovely extra movement point...even after a unit has moved.

I saw that earlier and wasn't exactly sure what you were referring to, but since I'm spoiled I decided to just wait and see rather than hazarding a guess ... turns out I was completely wrong. I actually didn't know that Morale would give an extra movement after landing from ship. Thanks for the tip

[TheHumanHydra]

... since I'm spoiled I decided to just wait and see rather than hazarding a guess ...

Same, and I was right! I was wondering the other day if that would work, so it was fresh on my mind. Now I know; thanks, Commodore!

[Commodore]

The Year of Four Kings
In high summer at the very beginning of 1587, the old King Kom Dhum Gai died, ending a reign of twenty-three years. His people mourned him, for while his fleets had not been very successful in the battles off the coast of India, his economic and taxation policies had the Kingdom of Generica very healthy, and poised to grow still further.

The king had married late in life and had only one son; Bilkhar Di. His son was crowned on the fourteenth of February, but by the first of March he lay on his deathbed, stricken by the dread Portuguese Influenza, which was sweeping through the southern hemisphere despite the summer season. His son in turn, the boy Phee Ghun, was then crowned despite his own sickness, but on March 30, the boy died of a secondary infection, leaving his cousin Kom Mi Gyi, at the age of seventeen, king of Generica. The young and unexpected king immediately moved to change the whole of the nation.

The dynamic young king eschewed traditional court dress for modern uniforms and was crowned in the Prince's Palace within Western Heights. Almost immediately, he directed the fleets to strike along the west coast of India. Working closely with the great general "Awl" Li Vhar, the king directed a deep and suicidal strike overland against the city of TGI, deep within the northern Dominoes Kingdom. An elite company of knights assaulted the unprepared defenders within a week of making landfall on the other side of the peninsula.

In the early-morning autumn mists on May 17, 1587, knights poured out of the nearby woodlands into the city. Axe-armed militia were slaughtered in the city, and the port was taken with an entire flotilla of new warship construction still in the docks. The nascent fleet burned along with the entire city.

The company of "Awl" Li Vhar were doomed, making exhausted camp on the Zulu-controlled northeastern coast of the Exile Kingdom. How doomed was not apparent until a regiment of muskets seized a fort further south along the border to the middle Kingdom of Jamba-KFC. A mighty host of knights, some ten thousand in eighteen heavy companies plus auxiliaries, massed along the river south of the razed city.

To the ruthless new king, however, news of the army was welcome. Three hours after receiving the semaphore message about the army, the king sent back orders to embark the great army of the kingdom and assault the western coast of India. In the brutal winter storms of July, the cream of Generican knighthood struck a hundred miles inward, capturing largely useless plains. Following in their wake were thousands of musketmen and macemen, along with the venerable companies of ballista mammoths.

Lords and their heirs from all over the kingdom wintered exposed with their vassal-units, threatening two of the Exile Kingdoms' great cities. They were largely written off by quartermasters that day.

King Mi Gyi took to the icy roads to the cold fortress-city of North's Corner, where a new kind of unit was being trained...the 1st Generic.


The men of the 1st Generic, rather than taking any oaths to the Lord of North's Corner, knelt as a regiment before the dynamic young king himself, and they pledged their new rifles to "Generica and The Crown", the order insisted on by the king himself. The new regiment were trained, professional soldiers, paid for directly by the government, drawn from the people, and it was to the people of Generica they swore their undying pledge.