That is the biggest reason for me hitting the quit button in rage and deciding to do something useful with my life for the next hour or so... then I remember that I have a responsibility to crush those smug Ptolies into the ground that exceeds my responsibilities in 'real' life.
EDIT: I just remembered that apart from verbally abusing my fictional soldiers, I also break silence by trying to repeat their unit names and pretend I'm a member of the Hellenikoi Kataphraktoi answering to an omniscient god-general ordering me to charge the enemies flanks by clicking on me and my enemies - a position that I'm sure many of us would envy.
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