By General 'Stormin' Mike Mormon SMTADF, TADC, PSC, PH, DSO, GSM, KBE
Background:
I have lived a good life. I was born in the dog days of the year 2183-five years after humans used the technologies we stole from the Arceans and joined what has since been termed the Great Space Race. In my life I have seen the growth of humanity as a star people and presided over the birth of a mighty stellar Navy. Me from my humble beginnings on a lowly council estate in South West London. I who's drive and ambition took me from that grim place in the burnt out inner city to Private School through sheer force of will and then from there to the Royal Stellar Naval College. Quick promotion as an EU Defence Officer in the global war of protection against the Xendar that wracked our planet at the turn of the 23rd Century found me battle-hardened and war-experienced: at it's close in 2215 and with our forces victorious I found myself the youngest Officer to be promoted to the rank of Brigadier General and was sent to the United Earth Seat of power in Tokyo to act as military attache for the Navy to the Office of the President.
I have made many friends in many races from all over our mighty galaxy-and I have made some enemies too. I have sent countless servicemen and women to their deaths in the cold fastnesses of space and I have not flinched-I did what I had to do. I regret none of it. But I am not writing to tell you of all of that-what I want to chronicle is the remarkable friendship that I formed with a remarkable man. He was much more-a titan of his age and many to come. He was the President of the Terran Alliance when we finally made our leap into greatness in 2226 and he is the President now many years later. I have the privilege to have served with one of the finest political and humanitarian minds to have ever graced the Azure House and to have been his Chief of the Star Navy.
His name was Dr Ben Amponsah and this is our story..........
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I don’t know how long I was out for just a vague recollection of shapes and shadows inhabiting the hell that I now called home. Had I been sedated? I couldn’t tell-nothing made much sense anymore. How long was I out for? That I couldn’t answer either-maybe hours, maybe days, maybe weeks-it didn’t matter anymore. All I could understand was that there was now a gaping hole in my life where my beloved son used to be. I had lost so much in the pursuit of the greater good of humanity and now I had lost everything.
At some point I heard a voice I vaguely remembered as that of my ADC-my Ready Room door whisked open with a whirr and a click and light had flooded the darkness of my dreams.
‘Sir, Marshall Sir! The President is here sir!’ And more lights, a familiar voice, and slowly bringing myself back from the depths of oblivion to see the face of my friend full of my pain. A wan ,stretched smile and a close embrace as his tears mingled with mine-the wordless grief of an unspeakable loss.
‘Mike-no words my friend-no words’ His voice choked as he struggled to conjure the sentences that would be appropriate. ‘No parent should endure the loss of his child.’
My grief tore at me like a ravening beast at this and gave voice to that which had hitherto only played at the corners of my warped imagination-it was an excoriating experience...and somehow a cleansing one too. I remember clawing my way back to some semblance of reality like a free diver kicking to the surface of the deep ocean as his life’s breath expires.
I finally remember coming to wrapped in the arms of the most powerful man in the human milieu: my friend. He was holding me as if I was the frailest thing in the universe. Maybe at that moment I was.
‘Mr President I have failed you’ I murmured in my sorrow ‘I have failed you-‘
‘Quiet Mike-you have never failed me-that is why you have your Generals and your Aides-their job is to carry on when you can’t and they have done a grand job’
I sat up on the bed and squinted at the brightness coming from one end of my room. We were alone.
‘Sir how many days have I been out for?’ I was doing some quick calculations. If the President was here then I must have been catatonic or sedated for at least 12 or 13 weeks as that was the minimum travel time from Terra with the fastest ship.
‘It’s July 22nd Mike’ the President said whilst gently but firmly restraining me as I tried to rise at this news.
‘For frak’s sake! That long! Mr President what has been happening? But wait-how did you get here so fast?’
‘Our speed is down to your friend Professor Sharpe's latest invention: Hyperwarp-it is beingh retrofitted to all our front line ships-it effectively cuts our journey times by a third.'
The President smiled as he let this news sink in-any advantages we had were being maximised by this latest technological advance: what was space superiority was rapidly turning to space supremacy.
'As for the war, Mike, we are in the ascendant-we have taken the three worlds in the Snathi system in the Torian South West and are now assaulting Carinoids. Your Montevideo Battlegroup is even now parked off the Torian Homeworld and has cleared it of its defences-the next marine strike is going to be there-this war has not got many months to last my friend. Resistance in our own sector in their worlds in the Athena, Ancros, Megrez and Drengia systems will be crushed by year end.’
I breathed out slowly-it was ever the curse of the leader to believe that things cannot go on without him but I should have known-I had trained these Senior Officers-I had handpicked them: they had simply got on with the plan-a plan that I had dreamt of and devised.
I checked my chronograph: Jul 22nd 2249 0114hrs. I sat up with Dr Amponsah’s help.
‘Mr President. I - how did that battle end? The one in which my....’ I couldn’t finish the words but my friend understood my silent entreaty.
‘Song outfought the enemy Mike-he carried the day-the Teddy Roosevelt was critically damaged but he carried the day-all hands on the Iron Duke were lost with more than half of the compliment of the Roosevelt also KIA. Casualties amongst the rest of Song’s Fleet were light.
‘And Colonel Dudek-hu?’ I said with a strangled voice: this man whose recklessness had cost me my son would haunt me forever more.
The President’s eyes narrowed and hardened ‘General Song required him to go the Arcean Way for his folly-there were no arguments.’
It was a small relief: the Arceans, being almost as proud a warrior race as the Drengi and the Korath, retained certain ultimate sanctions for cowardice and incompetence in battle and though their officers, serving in our fleet, were bound by our regulations it seemed that Song (himself brought up in the way of the Korath) had waived such rules and had allowed Dudek-hu to take his own life. It saved me a job....
‘Sir I know that you would have me stay in bed but I need the shot of action to keep my mind from dwelling on my loss’ My eyes pleaded with the man who had been my most constant companion through these years-who would have thought that he would have outlasted both my husband and my son?
‘You have my leave to carry on General’ the President said-, voice cracking with emotion.
I rose from the bed, snapped up a sharp salute and then called for my ADC: Mormon was going to finish this war for once and for all.........
Fantastic mambaman..if I was a publisher you would be top seller.
Awww that's a lovely thing to say Chancellor-really appreciate that
Good news readers-have spent most of today playing the game and we really are now in endgame territory-in fact I pretty much know how the story ends
So bear with me as we come to the conclusion of this opus magnus-it's been a pleasure writing for you all
It's been an absolute pleasure reading it! Although it looks like the humans have won, I still want to see how the rest pans out ...
Man, this stuff is great!
April 1st 2250
Aboard the TASS Seth close to the Sun in the Torian Athena System
‘Do you know what day this is?’ I said to the Space Station Commander, Colonel Srish-Hu, coolly looking him up and down. He was an urbane Arcean and ever since the debacle that had seen the death of my beloved son I had tried unsuccessfully to hide a visceral hatred for anything connected with that star race. Unfortunately for me the Navy that I had created contained quite a number of them as they had volunteered in droves when their rebellious planets in our central systems had turned themselves over to Terran rule some three decades ago.
‘Sir?’ the Arcean asked puzzled-the 1st April had no meaning to him whatsoever.
I addressed the staff of the Command Centre-over one hundred of them:
‘Does any….human….know the significance of today?’
The silence was deafening but it did not surprise me for ever since I had returned to active duty I had been a grim, humourless Commander. At last, an Ensign sitting over in the Propulsion section raised his hand gingerly.
‘You boy! What’s the answer?’ I growled fixing the hapless rating with a terrifying stare.
‘It’s All Fools day sir’ the lad responded quickly: he wanted the spotlight off him and elsewhere fast.
‘Indeed it is-indeed it is.’ I remember I had continued my musings oblivious to all around me. It was the start of countless days when my mind tended to wander it was true but at that moment no one had the heart (or dared I suspect) to interrupt.
‘Do you remember the Fermi Paradox?’ I asked no one in particular, ‘how for centuries we warring humans pondered our loneliness-looking to the stars and longing for a respite from our solitude’
Absolute silence all around me….the only noise the deep thrum of the warp reactors as they moved our giant Space Station towards the nearby sun. We had long since been set loose by our escort: a specially modified Medium Scout Ship (The TAS Ranulph Fiennes), equipped with a warp bubble generator, that when wrapped around us tripled our speed, courtesy of its twin Galactic Dynamics Subspace Hyperwarp Drives.
‘…….And the Drake Paradox that posited that there must be millions of star races scattered throughout the universe. Wasn’t he so wrong?’ I laughed without humour-more of a strangled bark. ‘No it was the misfortune of humanity to come into contact with the Arceans and their Stargates but we have prevailed over our own evil natures and we have triumphed over those few star races in this universe that would wish us harm.’
And it was true: only last month Jane’s Galactic had published the latest UPIS (Universe Powers Indicator Scale), which put the Terran Alliance top of the list (even above the technologically advanced Iconians), with a rating of 396. The Torians were at the bottom with just 90. It was a stunning reverse for when the war had started, eighteen months ago, we were counted in third place with 103 points whilst the mighty Torian Confederate Fleet was classified top with 180 UPIS points. This, above all, my Naval Intelligence briefed me, was an indicator that there would be no more massed ranks of Torian Fleets to find-they were finished.
Over the second half of 2249 and throughout 2250 we had taken all the planets in the area to our south designated Torian Prime (previously the Drengi worlds) and were making good inroads to their Western Planets nearest our Korath systems. Six planets in total had fallen-the loss of Torian life was incalculable….
The roll call of our heroes grew by the month and to the list of honours were added the Warren Harding Battlegroup under General Tan Young, the first to reach the enemy Homeworld Toria and clear it of its defending ships. In close proximity was the Montevideo Battlegroup commanded by General Alfonse Jebeurs, which was protecting Young’s right flank. The Battlegroup commanders vied with each other for personal glory: they knew that the Torian Confederate Navy did not have many moons to exist as a viable force. And in the Drengi systems General Maida’s M’rak Ho Battle Group continued its ferocious fight to eliminate all Torians in our proximate systems.
But the Greenskins were not getting the message. We had sent embassy after embassy to the UP to entreat them to surrender unconditionally-every delegation was soundly and firmly rebuffed and so the President and the Council had ordered the Seth here-it was to be the first of a series of warnings to the Torians. I remember receiving the flash message whilst still directing operations from Kora: it had been terse and to the point:
“MESSAGE STARTS…..Marshall Mormon….you are to commandeer the TASS Seth and proceed with all haste to the Athena system….STOP……destroy that system….STOP…..repeat destroy Athena System…..STOP…..then set course for Toria…STOP….ongoing diplomatic missions to UP to run concurrently with threat of annihilation of Torian homeworlds….END”
It made absolute sense-what worth the lives of billions of Torians when so many of our troops would be lost clearing and subjugating planet after planet of fanatical resistance. It was a situation not dissimilar to that which faced the Americans in their struggle with the Japanese in the Ancient World War II. The President at that time had authorised the dropping of the A bombs to shorten the conflict and save American lives and history would judge him kindly for it whatever evils had been released from Pandora’s Box. In a rare private moment my friend had told me that the precedents were eerily similar. Meanwhile the Federal Council had grown tired of acquisition-we weren’t in this to take over half the galaxy-it was time for our “Terror Star” to send the most eloquent and unmistakable of messages to our implacable foe.
Once more I surveyed the Command Room: there were people here who were visibly nervous, frightened even. My lips curled up in scorn. I turned to the Arcean and snarled, ‘Commander Srish-Hu I believe that you have Officers and ratings here who are not certain of their duty-I see fear in their eyes! This will not do!’
The Space Station Commander eyed me askance. ‘Sir we will all do our duty-it’s just that the loss of eight billion Torian lives should not be taken light-‘
‘DO NOT THINK TO LECTURE ME IN LOSS SIR!’ I exploded ‘we will proceed with no conscience until we have crushed the enemy absolutely-do you hear Colonel?’
The Arcean nodded almost imperceptibly,
‘DO YOU HEAR?’ I screamed.
‘Yes sir! Yes Sir!’
It was a stunning outburst and looking back, I am not proud of it for I had humiliated one of my Senior Officers in front of his staff but I was somewhat unhinged and this lot needed a serious injection of backbone. I grabbed for the nearest commlink:
‘All hands this is Mormon-I detect a certain lack of resolve amongst you as we proceed with this task. Let me tell you now that all here will do their duty and do it with a resolve and conscience that are unquestionable or there will be consequences! Mormon out!’
I turned a baleful gaze on Srish-Hu ‘There will be no beating of breasts and quotes of us “becoming death-the destroyer of worlds” here Colonel-you will proceed.’
I had turned on my heels, my staff hurrying to keep up as the Alert sounded and the station’s great shields slowly started their descent around us. Twenty minutes later the Sun that gave life to the Planet Athena and all eight billion of its inhabitants was destroyed taking its worlds with it. The only thing that survived was our fortress-like Space Station.
I returned to the Command Centre as, shaken, the Officers of the Seth surveyed the debris that was the only evidence that planets had once existed here-and it was dark-very dark with no sun to light the space around us. We had unleashed awesome power that would send the clearest of statements to the Torian High Command.
Colonel Srish-Hu was as business-like as he could be given the circumstances,
‘Helm initiate immediate rendezvous with the Ranulph Fiennes and then plot a course for Toria’
In the far corner of the Command Centre, I had smiled a dark smile: we were headed to the enemy Homeworld to send the Torians a message that they would not be able to ignore: we were going to end the war…
(Destruction of the Planet Athena taken from Tac-cam 1217 TASS Seth, 04/01/2250)
I'm at the edge of my seat(even though i have a fair idea of what the ending will be like..but still ).excellent.
15th May 2250
Toria Prime in the Torus System
If there were any doubts about the significance of what was about to happen the arrival of the UP Secretary General, Halo Siriatha Sue, soon dispelled them. Amidst as much fanfare as the suddenness of the situation allowed, we had assembled in the one Torian city relatively undamaged by our invasion not two weeks hence-summonsed by a UP General Edict.
The President had arrived the night before and had immediately come to see me-the swift TASS Mayflower had brought me here at maximum speed from the Seth. In truth I was pleased to disembark from that instrument of annihilation-there was an atmosphere of death and despair that clung to its environs like a suffocating shroud that I liked not.
We were not unused to Torian Planets and culture having long assimilated several of their worlds into our Alliance and so I was not as rapt by the elegant pleasure-inducing edifices that populated the watery planet as some others in my party. I had been assigned a beautiful room within the main governmental district-our aqua engineers had spent the last fortnight prepping the habitat for life forms that were not used to being constantly immersed in water. Whatever tricks they had used seemed to have worked I noted with some satisfaction-it was much like any place that I might find on Earth.
The President had been shown in-the agents of the Secret Service taking up their customary station outside.
‘Well met my friend’
Dr Amponsah looked tired and-were they flecks of grey appearing at the fringes of his immaculately coiffed hair?
‘Well met indeed Mr President-they say that the Torians have surrendered their remaining worlds to the Iconian Refuge?’
The President smiled, ‘you don’t miss much do you Mike? Yes, that’s the word from the ILM and all our Intelligence agencies confirm-it seemed that your action in the Athena system was decisive in swaying the doubters in the Torian High Command. It’s over Mike’
I cannot even to this day recall what I was supposed to feel. That was it: the war was over-we had finished it in less than two years: fast even by my lightning standards. I sat down heavily and stared into space. The President came to sit besides me-adroitly steering a water chair over.
‘What will you do my friend?’ He searched my face for some reaction.
‘I promised you that I would stay in post Sir but in truth it will be ceremonial only. My mind wanders these days Mr President-am not as focussed as I used to be.’ Much as I hated to admit it I felt so tired these days and, with the news that the last war that our Galaxy would know was finally at an end, I felt the energy draining from my body like a skin that has been sloughed off in preparation for a long sleep.
‘I understand General.’ Dr Amponsah put an arm on mine, ‘your service to the Alliance will never be forgotten Mike-never.’
The next day was as expected. There were various ceremonies that had to be performed-the traditional surrender of the Torians to the Iconians with us as the conquering power in attendance of all. What followed were days of UP sponsored Aculturisation Events as our administrators negotiated with the Iconians to hammer out a treaty that we would all be able to live with. There were few sticking points: only how far and to where the architects of the Torian doom would go-they were granted asylum, in the end by the Altarians. The principle warmongers were imprisoned at the behest of the UP on neutral planet, Ilux II.
By the end of the month, I was ready to depart Toria. I had taken the opportunity to fully brief my Deputy, Hias Pzientho-now a full General on the way that I wanted the Navy run. He was the de-facto commander of the service now but his first duty was a massive demobilisation and drawdown of our fleet-I had suggested that all ships that were not the latest Marks should be decommissioned leaving a rump fleet tasked with protecting our exploration and survey ships and the main planetary systems.
‘It will be unpopular’ the trusty Torian had rasped
‘I know Hias but it is the right thing to do-we don’t need such large numbers anymore-the demobbed service personnel can go settle all those sparsely populated Torian worlds we conquered-I will speak with the Finance Minister and arrange a stipend for them all. Believe you me the bean counters will be all too pleased to part with the cash when they see what they will be saving in Fleet upkeep and production costs!’
‘You are right Space Marshall...’ a pause, ‘We will miss you Sir’
It was a simple, short phrase but it captured pretty much everything that needed to be said. I turned away lest the proud Torian see the tears that started in my eyes.
‘My time here is done General’
And with that, I had departed. Far from the urgency and the burden of high command, I had gone-all the way home to Kampala.
Postscript
My thoughts are so hazy these days. I often find myself dreaming of days gone by. The year is 2255 I think. I am in my mid 70s-in earth years just gone middle aged-I feel so old though. I look it. I think I am ravaged by some sort of dementia-the product, maybe, of the illness that I suffered when the Dread Lords attacked. My moments of lucidness are few now and I think this will be the last piece I write....
The Galaxy is at peace for the first time in centuries-a Pax Terranum: the Alliance holds sway but it is a benign power-how could it not be with my friend at the helm-he is now the Galactic Prime Minister as we reach out beyond the boundaries of our own universe to others and new races. It is a time of great wonder of discovery and joy.
And does the loss sometimes get to me? Of course it does: we lost 258 ships in the various wars that we fought-53 million of our soldiers, sailors and marines perished fighting to defend us-it is a heavy toll. Amongst the Navy many many Generals, Colonels, Majors and Captains perished-many of my friends and countless ratings. Each loss is like another link upon an especially heavy ball and chain.
I said goodbye to my truest friend and companion last week. He knows that I am giving up the good fight and am not long for this world. He wept the tears of one who is bereft and would not be consoled by my words: it is to a better place that I am going-the place in which reside my husband and my son,
‘Would you rob me of that my friend?’ I had asked him as I hugged him like a father an inconsolable child.
His silence spoke volumes. We embraced tightly for what seemed like an eternity-it was one of the hardest moments of my life.
‘Goodbye General’ he had choked at last.
‘Goodbye Mr President-my friend always’ I had replied through my tears as we took this final leave of each other.
I sometimes hear my Starla and Mirathro-they call to me-clear as day. As if in a vivid dream. At first, I thought it was the dementia but it has become more and more insistent. I recently sought the advice of an Altarian Shaman-he told me that my loved ones were connecting from the ‘Sirius-hla’-the ‘other place’. If that is so then I must go and join them-they have been separated from me for too long-I miss them so...
END
Afterword:
Space Marshall Mike Mormon passed away peacefully in his sleep on the 8th November 2255 aged 72, alone in his Kampala home. The whole Galaxy mourned and he was accorded a full pan-galactic state funeral. He has widely been credited with the twin achievements of both protecting the Terran Alliance from annihilation at the hands of both the Drengin and the Dread Lords and then orchestrating the lightning war against the Torians that placed humans at the very forefront of the known galaxy for many millennia to come.
Marshall Mike Mormon was outlived by his great friend Dr Ben Amponsah by some 50 years-he is still seen as the greatest politician ever to have bestrode the Galactic political stage. On his deathbed, the last words that he was heard to utter were
‘For you Mike.’
Encyclopaedia Terranus 2349 Edition
Cant belive its over..encore..looking forward to your next epic tale of valour and courage..But this AAr was remarkable.
Very nicely wrapped up. I'm eagerly awaiting your next AAR!
curtain closes.
well done.
Tkae a well deserved rest I know as well how hard writing these things can be.
Thanks guys-it really was superb writing this-I will be back in time though I may start at a more difficult level next time and probably with the Altarians...
Watch this space...
I have never known this forum so quiet-where is everyone? I am seriously considering firing up a new game so that I can start a new story and liven things up a bit
Mambaman,
I think a lot people play different games nowadays. Competitors for Galciv2 are all around, think about Sins, Sots, Armada 2526, Lost immortals, and now Distant Words. Nevertheless, I'm convinced that many people will keep trying this game as it is really good (AI and graphics are very good compared to other games). I really like it still since ship design is very simple and ship combat is automated.
I woundt mind a new story
Hahaha thanks GJ-you liked this one eh? Always good to see. Yeah I am on the verge of starting a new one now indeed
Very cool.
Given the identity of the previous reviewer, any comments I have will fall hopelessly short. Nevertheless...
Well done! The best of your AARs by far (not that the other ones were bad) and a truly epic tale. I'd be all in favor of another one. Your characterization and battle scenes were good, and I especially liked how the 'multi-racial' Terran military reflected the alien planets you gained through influence. There were a few typos, but they hardly distracted from the story.
I do have a few questions, however:
1. How did the Dread Lords become strong enough to pose the threat they did? In DA, the Dread Lords Mega Event is a bit anti-climatic, as they only come in with a defenseless, relatively easily conquered planet. Does TOA have them come in a bit stronger, or did you let them build up a little to make for a better story?
2. Where'd you get the screenshot of that Torian planet being destroyed? I'm pretty certain it's not from GalCiv, but I don't recognize it (and I've got a pretty good memory for sci-fi films/shows).
At any rate, congratulations on a fine tale, and a full-gun salute to Gen. Mormon! Rest easy, soldier.
Edit: One more note:
1. In fact, it seems that going to war with allies of your allies will NOT cause them to declare war on you! I discovered this recently when attacking (ironically enough) the Torians, who were allied to my Drath allies as well. The Drath remained allied and no problems ensued. This makes sense, I guess, as when your allies declare war on each other, you're not obligated to join in. (The exception to both these rules would be the Altarians' super ability). So it looks like all those efforts to get the Torians to declare war weren't needed after all (made for a better story, though).
Just re-read the whole post again while at work..again it was fantastic..look forward to your next tale, dont keep us waiting too long..all the best.
Hey Qrtxian-thanks for the feedback-most useful
Some answers to your questions:
Chancellor and Frogboy-thanks for your comments too-am about to start a new tale written from the perspective of a brand new race-am just considering what narrative device to use to keep it fresh-the game has started anyway-story soon to follow....
Hmm, so the Dread Lords really are a mega event in TOA? Good to hear. I don't own DA or TOA, but I was a bit disappointed with the reports of the Dread Lords Event in DA.
As far as the alliance thing goes, it might be worth noting that I declared war on the Torians in response to their attack on my Thalan allies, so that might have had something to do with it. I doubt it, though, as the AI usually treats honoring alliances the same as ordinary wars of aggression.
On the topic of your next AAR, any plans to do that Xendar Wars prequel? I'm planning a game with the Xendar as a custom race... might post the stats when I do.
Edit: I did notice a couple of typos... the prefix for Terran ships kept changing between TAS and TASS (TAS is what they use in the campaign), and Mormon's Torian second-in-command (Hias somebody) apparently changed gender from female to male about halfway through. Only minor problems, though, but watch those keys for next time!
Hey Qrtxian thanks for feedback. You are certainly correct about TAS but it wasnt a typo. At some point I decided that Terran Alliance Ship should be Terran Alliance Space Ship to differntiate from their water going cousins planetside
As for my Torian 2IC yes sometimes I forget some details like this and it's too much of a faff to go through story checking-apologies
Recently bought the game... I enjoy reading good AARs and I must say it was a pleasure reading yours.
I tend to be quite peaceful in my play style, so I found your run through to be rather aggressive and at times, placing the main character as purely the villain. This was pretty nifty as I do enjoy seeing "the other side" so to speak.
Thank you for such a good read!
Ahh thanks Dana-always nice to read feedback especially for what was probably my most enjoyable AAR. Interesting that you found me to be aggressive though as there was only one war that I initiated against the Krynn who were encroaching on my worlds (as they do) with influence starbases etc
All the other wars were forced on me (Drengi and then Torian)....
Well, I wouldn't say the Torian was forced on you. It'd be like placing nuclear bombs in every major Japanese city, loading all weapons on battleships and targeting Japanese ports etc, and then when they strike, calling them aggressors he he.
Actually your tactic is a common American tactic (literally force others to declare war against you, then claim the high road). It works for sure he he.
I'm still new to the game myself, but tend to always play extremely peaceful (yay pacifists!). I like being that super advanced civilization in the corner at the party.
Makes me tempted to write up my own AAR sometime. But first think I should get used to the game so its not a tragic AAR lol.
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