I was not true. I strayed. I'm only human; my head was turned. Worse than that, I'm a man. We're ruled by the visual.
So I blame the male gaze. It led me astray. It took my heart from its rightful owner, & sent me racing after 3-dimensional hussies.
But last night I stayed up until dog-knows, incurring the wrath of my significant other, to try to salvage my (MedMod IV, Early, Almo) campaign.
After forcing the Spanish to capitulate after a twenty year war, Aragon & Portugal invaded. I was over-stretched. I had a civil war. An unlucky arrow ended the Caliph's life. The army wavered & fled, He had no more heirs (he'd just had to execute them all). I tasted defeat, & it was bitter, & it was good.
I am in love, again.
That is all.
PS: Isn't it ironic that this game is more... I dunno, cinematic than the later ones, despite their eye-candy advantages?
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