[spoilers] Ia! Ia! Com'h'dor fhtagn!

[MindyMcCready]

I love how Innsmouth is starving during its highwater mark.

:LOL:

[Commodore]

Clearly marking myself as someone born in the mid-80s...
I get knocked down!
But I get up again!
You're never gonna keep me down!
I get knocked down!
But I get up again!
You're never gonna keep me down!


Yep. Sarnath has returned, and my objective is to have walls in time for the next ruckus. I should have put the kiboosh on this Serdoa city when he first settled it; he's got silver from another source, why is he pissing on my doorstep? And make no mistake, this is pretty clearly my doorstep: Sarnath is closer to my capital than his, his city is closer to my capital than his...


Not sure if it was obvious, but three turns ago when I planted Doomed Sarnath, I also burned my Great Prophet in the Worst Golden Age ever. See my super-tiles!


...yeah. So...yeah. Not very impressive; sadly, the only guy doing worse than me is Pindicator in no reach, so I get to smack around emo-Serdoa instead.


I do, however, have a secret weapon: Kingsport is preparing a whole herd of them...


WITNESS THE POWER OF THIS ARMED AND OPERATIONAL BATTLE ELEPHANT!

[Commodore]

Welp. Missed somehow that Serdoa could see this tile, so...darn.

Depopulation: Begun!

[flugauto]

Is it 1pop whips?

[Commodore]

Is it 1pop whips?

Most, a couple two-pops. Weirdly enough, my demos (this is last turn's) aren't showing most stats falling...but there sure as heck is one rising. Dem soldiers.


This current turn, here is what the military is looking like. Starting to get decent stacks together.


...and that'll be nine catapults and nine war elephants next turn and the turn after, respectively. As well as getting walls in Doomed Sarnath by the end of next turn. When the ball goes up, this time I'll be prepared.


He is reinforcing, and duns are up most everywhere. This is the worst kind of war, the slog. Please do not try at home kids, this isn't winning, this is punishing.

[Commodore]

Building troops with reckless abandon, deet de doo...I wish I had a couple more turns to move everything, but I'm now second in soldiers, with a great cloud of elephants preparing the way. More horse archers will follow, then another wave of cats, etc...


I've stripped the backlines of even the archers, letting the whipping suppress population below unhappiness levels. This is the saddest golden age capital I've ever owned.


Next turn the peace treaty ends...

[Commodore]

I wonder if "Juergen67" is still about. If you are, Juergy, tell Serdoa I'll accept peace for Worst Luck Ever.

[Commodore]

Shall he shoot first?

[Commodore]

You and me both buddy:

[Commodore]

So, cry havok and let slip the dogs of war. Hint: The dogs are actually tons of elephant. And I added a dozen more hitters after this image.


...pushing everything to the front, literally stripping everything. Apparently, Serdoa kind of is too. Good news is, we're now equal in solider count.