By Mark Ankucic on September 2, 2013 at 10:30 pm
When I saw fire raining down upon one of my cities from ships bearing blue sails, my anger was palpable. Athens, once my closest ally, had utterly broken my sense of trust in them, and in some ways, the game of Rome 2 itself. Not only had I helped serve their military interests, bringing the full weight of my might down on the barbarians who tried to desecrate her lands, we had traded, and we had struck every deal possible to ensure good relations.
Mechanically, I didn’t understand — the numbers showed me exactly why they felt positively about my nation, and we were in the green with each other. Far, far in the green. I wanted to hurt them. I marched my armies to their our shared border, my plan simple: raze their city, and if it were to ever regain a populace, to raze it again, and again, till the end of time…or the duration of that campaign, whatever came first.
Then I realised those blue sails belonged to Egypt, and was reminded why playing a game at 2AM is not so great for either your health or sanity.