Civ Battle Royale August 06, 2024
JDT
An action packed-episode? Imparted in rhyme? Is that even possible? Find out in time!
Welcome ladies and gentlemen, and all in between
To the latest installment of the Civ Battle Royale, as seen
Right here! Very befuddling indeed
We got wars, pain and joy, all wrapped in one creed!
So enough dilly-dallying, it is time to see these AI’s in their culling!
The map of the day, shows the state of cylinder
With brand new colours, thanks Sonicfan55, you fine drawer!
Another OC, imparted upon us
Pacific Pals by Orange, a fine place to cuss
Its a hilarious comic, tickles your funny bone
As she adds another OC onto her tome
The names of those who gave Coiot money
Are honoured here, thanks honeys!
Coiot: I’ll do anything for a dime
And so he did, and now he’s doing fine
Welcome musslememory and the rest
For your contributions, we are truly blessed
Why we decided Mongolia
Shall fall 7 ranks?
Thats the mystery you shall decipher
And no, this is not a prank!
Alright pals, let the history and the misery start
Anarchy in China, cos Daji just ain’t smart
Invasions by the people laughing down from Japan
Haven’t the space to make a dent in peoples plans
But 50 turns of anarchy is sure to end a run
Now Shang fell and is just a rabbit, waiting for the gun
We move to the land, where entropy reigns
As Florida and the Osage fling troops past a mountain range
And Seneca, like the stoic, stands still ever unhappily
Their war the Faroes never went anywhere, you see
All their limited endeavors, never to succeed
And never do they have the power to finish the deed
Instead they sit around, sowing seeds
Until one day they shall fall, like loose beads
In Rakon Ratchasima, a new wonder abounds
The Taj Mahal unveiled, a white monument to a wife
Siam itself was once impressive, owning endless bounds
Of property, with growth, production and science in expanding trife
But now they hit the brick wall of stagnation
Can they escape? Who knows, but they’re asian
The Yellowknives, regarded highly by us PRs
But perhaps no longer, as a crusade comes to start
Pueblo, Mexico, Crow, Thule, oh merry me
Almost every neighbour has coalesced to end Akaitchos life!
And though terrain seems harsh, due to impede progress
It wouldn’t be surprising for some of their cities to make egress
On the north, we see, an unexpected front
The Thule, Knives, Crow and Pueblo, all taking the brunt
Of each other, a unified battle line
But what takes my attention is one not divined
In this war, the Faroes, a monster aslumber
Seemingly forever waiting, to strike with thunder
Dracula Dracula Dracula
End of the line thanks to Bavaria
Hahahahaha imma laugh at you
Pity you, Bathory you ain’t Dracula
2 cities, walls closing in
Dunno bout you, your case looking thin
Early bird, worm never caught, its a sin
Now getting ready to be thrown in the bin
Regensburg, left in the yellow
Militias, morale looking harrow
Better think of some peace
After a war on three fronts, your body need bleach
Within we witness the last of the Kazakhs
Their fortress of solitude, besieged by Kazan
The people there can listen to Bach
As Semey is hit by a petulant swordsman
The Kazan UU, what a delight
Attacks twice by each other, a brilliant sight
Tranh Hung Dao, uncle of the immortal
Maketh his final stand
The gates are closing, the legions of Zheng
Are overflowing in their strength
“Oh hark, milord, we shall keep fighting!”“Till my dying breath I shall!”And the unkillable king, sighs and wines
For the end is near, and he’s not fine
Qarqortoq abounds as bloodshed is appeased
Blood gashes through the sea
Warriors from the Yellowknives gushing through all the sides
But fear not, brave carracks, the walls will hold this tide
And reinforcements are coming out west
Trickling
One
At a
Time
Our brave spy Ishtar, harkens some news
Thomas Peters, oh a naughty boy!Anna Nzinga, one of the few
Who rival you, and you think shes your toy?
Your state, though stronger, is out of position!
Your interests will go unserved!
You are better off making a motion
On Kanem-Bornu, but I think you’re undeterred!
Bac Giang is seen as our finest hero
Escapes the fall of Thang Long
Why must I live? I thought my time ticked to zero?
It appears my calculations were wrong
Regardless, a capital flips over to Zheng
And Dai Viet is left defenseless
It really, really must’ve stang
As the Vietnamese must now settle for Laos
In here, we see, the heart of the beast
The core of the dreaded Faroes
An indomitable base, of production, knowledge and yeast
To fail to understand their strength means you are pretty shallow
And with the neighbours around them? And the appearance of muskets?
Be scared. Lest the world end up in a casket.
Bora Bora and Seneca, meanwhile, make a pact
Of friendship, may it stay ever compact
Another sally, down the river, to Nipaluna
And parallel to that, sailors drown by Pinjarra
It is an unending fight, an endless abyss
One that the Palawa win long term, because unless you were amiss
They have the good land, higher productivity too
But of course the Noongar will not be content with being kep to a zoo!
So they struggle, and battle, and now Nipaluna is in green
Will it fall? That remains to be seen.
A unique improvement, a fort on the hill
Vijayanagars, and ooh what a thrill!
It boosts production, and reforests the tile
Whilst acting like a fort, but thats not all in its style
5% wonder boost when worked, what an excellent reward!
Maybe this can secure Vijayanagars position as Indian overlord
The icy wastes of Antarctica are shown
Dominated by Tiwanaku, thanks to the settlers they’ve thrown
This regions getting rather crowded, for how little it shows
As Bora-Bora’s settlers sail eastwards in droves
The development of their lands? It seems inevitable
Even with Omo’s fall, they seem inscrutable
Ivujik, a Thule land gained by Pueblo
Is out here looking quite no bueno
Surrounded by Yellowknives, it is sure to turn yellow
The Thule make their assaults, but they’re acting a bit too mellow
No matter, its a vestigal land at best
As long as Popay can continue to threaten the rest
A regal parade, for Bavaria has recaptured
The city of reigns, Regensburg, as the crowds are enraptured
Ludwig II, the fairy tale king
Rises to the podium and begins to sing
His armies are vast, his momentum, unstoppable
As Bathory sees the stake pushing through her oesophagus
She’s left with just two, and though Gyor might just flip
This spiral of failure, might just be at its tip
Mogadishu, in Madagascar, is not moving it
eSwatinis cities have it acting like a snit!
Their navy is dominant, cmon it should be easy!
Seize Zanzibar, and hurry, don’t be so teasy!
eSwatini has pikes, and contest on the island
But their navy’s a joke, why is yours pulling a choke?
A crowd of Crow and Pueblo make their push
Even as the Yellowknives outmatch them out in the bush
Their knights outmatch the formers horsemen
And the mountains, well, it will prevent much movement
In the meantime, the city of Ivujik officially falls
The Yellowknives assault, does it end here? Or can they do more?
And from the north the Thule push in, but they’re like Tacko Fall
A lumbering giant, hampered, sized and all
Levi Strauss, the brilliant inventor
Who claims to be the creator
Of blue denim jeans, those brilliant pants
Wasting away in Harappa, what a waste of a stint
He stands on by, selling blue jeans
To Vijayanagar soldiers, who go upstream
The Ganges, where they are moving real clean
Beating the superior Afsharids, with position within their team
A shot of Bornu’s core, quite strange indeed
All their units are positioned far east
But should Thomas Peters wish to proceed
With war, he should face nothing but peat
Their statistics belie mediocre numbers
But in Africa mediocre is king
And perhaps they may end the Mamluks tenure
So they may not experience more suffering
Somehow, Than Long, has flipped once again
And now the melee units look sparse
As Koxinga’s units cross Yunnan with friends
To find Hai Phongs location is arse
Its tough to break through the mountainous city
And easier to take a capital
But Steve Jobs types out ever numerical
He has to stay focused, stay litty
He has found the code that governs life
The Lua that makes up their tithe
And maybe that can turn the tide?
Of course not
A city surrounded, the citadels brutal
The end nears for Nazarbayev
Semey is holding, but its sounding gluttal
As Kazans longswords rear their head
The icy hell of Kostanay, awaits, ever so slowly
But look at the borders neary Semey!
Kazan citadelled them, and oh dear lord
They gutted them, inside like a gourd!
I haven’t seen borders like this since the Qing
Lets hope their fate is not similar to that thing
A unexpected gain, the Selkups may make
In the Afsharid city of Elista
As they mosy down, they really might take
The city, thanks to the borders of Bukhara
Perhaps the Afsharids were weaker than thoughtPerhaps we underestimated the Selkups
But with a city in yellow? Doesn’t it feel mellow
While the Afsharid core remains blank
The Osage impart upon the Yellowknives war
But perhaps they should look east for what is in store
Ah who am I kidding
Appalachia and entropy will keep these 3 missing
In one of the few unclaimed lands in this world
We get to see the UU of Mogadishu, that was previously unheard
A Caravel replacement, that
Oh dear, the Afsharids, what a disgrace
To give up to the Selkups, are you in this race?
Elista has fallen, and may flip many times
And the Afsharid army is tiny, like a beer lime
Sober up buddy, you’re gonna need it
Rawdog it, unless you want to keep that annoying zit
We see the Sierra Leone UU, the Black Loyalist
A unique musketman, and I must say its quite crisp
It racks up its spoils, in its victories
And upon return, converts into Golden Age Points and Culture, likely from its stories
A good sign for Peters, the muskets aren’t common
And he
2 cities I shan’t spell, due to fall under Yellowknife spell
The galleons and horsemen bringing them to deaths knell
And the Crow land of Alexchiiahushbahee
Hasn’t a chance of recovery
Qarotoq too is in the red
But maybe the Thule force can give it some head?And the Crow might really get some revenge
From the south, their forces, coalesce for a blend
Though the gains in the start, are really, quite tart
The Yellowknives find a rude awakening
The Thule are moving in, and their carpets looking thin Winter is coming, and they haven’t the kindling
Though, those troops around Itawo Iti, are mostly weaker horsemen
The melee units march on, past the great Cascade mountains, but their positioning feels astray
Will all the kings horses really be enough?
In this very ambitious foray?
Time will tell, and that navy, please tell
It to move along and attack Ivujvik!
To replace the town of Oyo, comes Ichabamba
Upon the sand-strewn ashes of old
Puni can only watch on, from her isle of Machacha
Thinking of what she was told
Keep the city! She was imparted
But now all she created were flames and the departed
More people hop in against Bathory, joining the fray
Bukhara and Burgundy, though they are splayed
The Bavarians secured their old domain While the Romans stay stable today
To the east of this sorry state of a nation
Is the Latvian-Makhnovian war
The Latvians seem to have broke the purgation
Will Mariupol fall? I think not.
An army of knights approach San Luis Potosi
But any chance of taking the city is weak
You see, against cities, these people become floppy
And the ranged units around them haven’t broken the teak
Of the city walls, though Mexico must
Send units in if they want to progress
Well, progressing through Ecuador isn’t a massive must
So perhaps its better for them to egress
Goguryeo decides its time
To attack Mongolia, how sublime
However, this is not the Mongols of old
Their army is ready, their cities are bold
And the Goguryeans, in their classic folly
Left their troops north in the arctic (again)
Will this war work against their sultry
Plans to dominate Asia? (Pain)
Marcus Lincuss Crassus
Betrayed his own nation
But now he pouts and bemoans his status
It was a poor decision
The Romans have secured Gyor
The Bavarians are coming for more
The Hungarians have little left
Woe is me, more wars, is that really all that can create the cleft?
The Ndongo-Saba War
How it ended in disappointment
A peace clear as water
And not a city changed in the denoument
At least both civs have armies
Ndongo looks fairly impressive
A bounceback, perhaps, from the harpies? Alas, Saba remains massive
Ahead we see the Singaporean core
And the artist Benito Quinquela Martin
The Asian tiger has not been a bore
And Martin reflects that with his spin
Impressionist, well known for pictures of boats
Just like the frigates Lee Kwan Yew has afloat
Though, gunpowder doesn’t seem quite common
They should change that, don’t ships have cannons?
The Visigoths have mastered the art of the choke
It is so bad they seem like a joke
They have fumbled Asturica more than the Cleveland Browns
In spite of their stats, they’re the fool of the town
A bona fide Harry Kane, always out there failing
Without more progress, perhaps their stats will start flailing
Towards the Crow, I might owe a small apology
They’re attacking the Yellowknives with the whole of their apogee
Might not be enough though, they are fielding triremes
Against a 39 defense city
And though they got support, decent land units, and memes
It may not be enough to break through the tea
And, where are the Yellowknife troops? Hello? Do you want this part of your empire to go kaput?
Qarioq flips, while the attack on Itawoti stalls
A stunning reversal of a downfall
The Thules main asset, their naval prowess
Is packed behind the ice, no less
Oh my, how can this possibly happen? Tabriz is under blockade!
Vijayanagara traditionally is no kraken
But the Afsharids posed them so, they have made
How the mighty have fallen, their troops obsolete
Better think fast or be dragged across concrete!
“The Makhnovians are a blight, to our culture and time!”Yelled Thomas Peters to Ishtar
“Perhaps its not wise, if I may please chime?”“To export our soldiers so far?”“Nonesense! We are mighty as lions!”
“Those stupid braggarts will see!”
“We shall shake them to their very pylons!”
“Let our muskets set them all free!’
Ishtar is given a new assignment
This particular one she shall loathe
To Florida, a mad land filled with disappointment
Run by a scammer, now she wishes she were in Hove
Latvia maketh peace with their proto-Soviet brethren
Their war hadn’t gone far
They profited mightily off the Makhnovian fallen
To reinvigorate their empire and ride the star
Oh great pain, the Afsharids made peace
And Elista remains Selkup
They must now be fed into the belly of the beast
For letting that shit go tits up
A total enclave, surrounded by nothing but neighbours
Is that another excuse I can make to really become a hater?
The tiny isle of Mnara
Settled by Mogadishu
A quaint home island
It seems the Thule have threaded the needle
To flip Qarqotoq, past the ice, but that was a little
Disappointing, in the end, for the Thule-Yellowknife war ends
Neither making many gains
Itawo Ti sent the Thule by the bends
And the Yellowknives have bigger fish to gain
The 100 Years War
Begins once again
We witness the English core
Show their hand
The Chevauche, a fun and powerful knight replacement
It is much weaker, but saps all city prod equivalent to movement
And a bit of chip damage, from Englands UA
Service from Amiens, but will that be easy a?
The armies seem a bit even, though advantage England
And the city outlay will make it hard, will they come and land?
Semey falls to Kazan’s soldiers
Leaving Kazakhstan to an icy hell
Will Moxhamadaxhan toil to keep them from getting older?
Only time can really tell
In the southern parts of the world, is the town of Huzhou
A Zheng colony, far flung out
A new belonging, for those within the battlements
As news of peace breaks out
The Crow and Yellowknives ended war
But thats not for them to hear, we’ll return later for more
The Crow peace out, ever the cowards
And that will keep them from moving forwards
Screwing the Pueblo too, for their war will now go through
The mountains and hills, and they hurt
The Ikko Ikki core can be seen split in half
As Goguryeos cities cut it like a calf
Wiryeseong and Buryeo are a blight
But the Ikko Ikki can’t get them out of sight
While their stats are, in some ways, impressive
This slight against them is massive
Unignorable, even I’d say
Even if they wish it to go away
The Noongar has appeared to have collected some ire
As the world dogpiles on them
Not a single neighbour amongst them
No reason to light their fire
The crickets ring silent from Nipaluna tonight
Ahead in the image that belies
We see three good powers, Dzungars, Selkups, Kazan
A bright shot of their militarized core
With decent pops, and more in store
All three rose off the back of Kazakhstans fall
Now they scrape upwards, as to avoid heavens call
The Zheng and Noongar make their play
Against the Wahgi, as they pray
The Zheng got the production, military, and most critically the jump,
But the Wahgi have science, location, and time to get over the hump
And the Noongar probably won’t add much, lets subtract our equations
Will Zheng make gains, bring the Philippines some liberation?
The Romans truly were advanced
Knowledge of computers, they found, perchance
Courtesy of Ada Lovelace, a most lovely fellow
Smithing her way down through the bellows
The difference machine, a complicated abacus
Whilst Roman ships sail on, not giving a ruckus
And as she sits still, looking out on the breeze
She thinks of a world, where the gods gave all her funding with ease
In spite of the blockades, the slinging and throwing
Not a single thing in the Mogadishu-eSwatini war is changing
How could this happen? How could this be?
Cmon Mogadishu, don’t fall for entropy!
Gucci Khan normally don’t get Gucci bags
Got em robbed blind, didn’t check his tags
Gave two on up, to the Dzungars and then to Siam
But cry no longer, cuz he showed who he am
In a little statement, straight from art of the deal
Thanh Dong fell to him, and now he know how it feel
To do the scamming, the robbing, the hustling and pummeling
Scaring the Trongs silly, an exclave to jumping in
The first to fall to Zheng in their war against Wahgi
Is a former Bora-Boran outpost,
Set ablaze by Zheng, for their folks are unhappy
So all must burn like toast
The Amer fort is constructed
A spot fit for a king
The Mughal architects instructed
Their engineers to copy it for everything
In game, it clones Himeji Castle
But makes merchants, not engineers
But does Trongolodur really care about the rabble? The pride and power are what they fear
In here we see a Sierra Leonese musician
Jimmy Kennedy, OBE recipient
A songwriter, he was very underrated
But perhaps you know his written tunes, like this one, please may you be sated
New Hollands core is sighted
A giant, but now they are blighted
Their stats, once strong, are plateauing
And their army has all gone sailing
And they don’t even have the Amazon
Deforested it all, now enemies can go on
Siam has had enough of playing games
Against the Zheng they will now tame
The lion and dragon
Fighting for heaven
But Zheng has the lead statswise
Is this decision by Rama truly wise?
Apa? Singapura berantam?
Against Siam no less too?
Looks like South East Asia’s congregating
To make a elephant stew
A war in two fronts is a tough affair
But is the Zheng front truly viable? Singapore’s core is ready though
So this battle may be inscrutable
Away from the battles, away from the wars
Lets look at the Faroes core once more
Compact and advanced, whilst their neighbour
England, in comparison looks like some paper
But the longbows are here, what more should I say?
While Trongisvagur turns Belfast, where you don’t want to stay
A view for the Pueblo war shows total stalemate
The Yellowknife line combined with terrain
Has sealed Pueblo assaults to their fate
Perhaps long term their range will move the mountains?
The Tehuelche, finally, some action
Attacking the Tiwanaku, Pampa Koani, but traction
May prevent them from making gains amidst the mountains
Whilst the Tiwanaku prevents the hounds
From moving into their lands
With nothing but frigates and the enemy movement plans
Kennyo of the Ikko Ikki
Spoke poor of Bavaria
Ludwig careth not
Ishtar prophesied
That the monks shall go attack
Hawaii seems lovely
“Enough of the haikus, I wanna rock!”Ishtar shouted above
To London she shall go, which has a lovely clock
A place that she’ll love
The ice age calling
But I have no fear
Cos London is falling down
[Pretend the entirety of London Calling is below this]
Looks like we got some maps we can look over
This one is simple, shows the civs over the cover
Maybe our mappers can use this delight?
To make their maps all the more tight?
I know not what this map imparts
I suppose growth rates, or happiness to start?
Western Europe, eSwatini, Kazakhstan and Dai Viet
All have some things under their hat
Cut the sandwiches
Civs have some damn bitches
Cup up my growth like Andre the Giant skirmishes
In a world of going ups, there a few who go down
Tumble like my spiral when I lost my girl 2 months out
Saba, Rozvi, Burgundy, all taking a tumble
While Zheng, Faroes, Mongols and Afsharids, all need to be humble
Cos their places plateauing, maybe ease on the gas
Your people are starving, why not give them a pass?
We got all the civs
Making up bank, making up kids
With a few notable exceptions, squandering wealth, tumbling down big
Kazan and Afsharids are the ones doing the Florida
Whilst Tehuelche’s broke, Leman Brothers call in Flo Rida
Enough with the spitting, we return to the 100 years war
Cesare Borgia is put in charge of Englands assault and more
We all know him, the man in The Prince
A military genius who made mistakes with his troops, then got minced
Lets hope he doesn’t bother torturing his men
But this time Englands cautious, maybe he remembers
But at some point England must enter the den
Or their future affairs will all get dismembered
Enough! Harks some of the Faroes golden knights
Enough! They yell, circuses not in sight
Enough! They ravage, through the barren lands
Enough! Shouts Trongollotur as he aims to their hands
Ludwig sees the war dec
From Karlannis Ulmanis
Neither hath the troops on deck For a battle, they are showing some stasis
The Mongols and Koreans continue their scuffle
For the most part the front hasn’t moved
Look at Yuanjianmao within the bustle though
There action and bravery are getting proved
A valiant assault, by Goguryeo men
But will that be enough to take it and bend?The Mongols to their will?
A new prophet of Islam has arrived
Martin Luther, a oasis he found in stride
Give praise to Allah, new writings inscribed
Something that a lot of Africa can feel and have vibed
Guer Aike, a spot we all forgot
Has fallen to New Hollands antarctic glut
Wait the Dutch were at war With Tehuelche? What a bore.
Advantage 1 New Holland
After years of dilly dally
Trajan decides to make a sally
For Ingolstadt, with a ghost army
Cmon man, I thought you wanted to dance!
A Bavarian war declaration
Gives us a chance to see the Nivkh position
They are firmly trapped, in spite of good growth stats
Mediocrity is how they shall splat
We see the Khoshut gain of Thanh Dong
Come under heavy Siamese assault
It seems it may not be long
Before Rama puts it under his belt
The Yellowknives lay siege to the Pueblo enclave
Of Piwweltha, up in the north
They made a good start, but please have some heart
You’ll need more than that to take the locale!
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[Translation: The Bora Bora are looking mighty strong within their Pacific domain. Perhaps they can convert that and cause some pain?]
As the Zheng-Wahgi war continues to grind
And the pirate fleet wins out on the rinds
We see past the Marinaras
A golden age in our sub
Epithet progress gained!
As the Zheng attack Ero’ara
Thang Long may be Vietnamese after all this time
The Zheng are out here looking spent
Lampiao, Brazils Jesse James
Parties with the men in the tent
Today they beat the Zheng, using guerilla tactics
A match made in heaven I suppose, but Thang Long is gone and quite little no schlong and the Zheng have still got past it
Henry V sees the exposure, the lights, the camera, the action
He has decided enough, now he’s gonna hop in on the side of the winning faction
Though neither he nor Ludwig, have any troops nearby
This is yet another threat to deal with, his tension is sky high
Over in the northern reaches of VijayanagarWe see a salesman whos wares got far
Co founder of one of the biggest publishing houses in the world
In India, he shall make Vijayanagar a fortune as a lord
The pendulum falls, Thanh Dong has fallen
The Siamese annexed the land
A noble gain, from a thief who was craven
Now its time to focus on another band…
Of fighters, the Singaporeans are coming in
Out from the south, out of sight, through Pattaya, loving sins
Jeanne D’Arc, in her noble regality
Can she break the fort or mountains? I think not without some brutality
Osage
Never done shit or sage
Gimme that o-pium
And lets go pyu-pyu
I made a whole song
Cos you don’t do shit
You got some good shit
Just put it to good use (please)
Eplyen falls to New Hollander assault
Their navy outpaces their army
A big, solid blow, may flip once or so
But the New Dutch just beat the Tehuelche, like Arnie
The Noongar assault, has had some effect
Not on Minj though, that ones too fat
Kombulno has taken some fire
As the Wahgi are forced to respond with hires
To their navy, and move on south
Away from where the Zheng wreak havoc and pout
Recruit Ishtar has found that
England wants to end a non-state
The Riograndese aren’t even on the map!
Cmon, leave them to their fate!
After the bummer in the metropole
Its time to head on south to Singapore
Maybe Lucky Chicken Rice
Can taste pretty nice
(compared to English cooking especially)
A shot of the Wahgi core
A lot of Palawa, and more
They are trying and splitting their hairs
Across many fronts, with Poutoru back in their lair
They’ve got the potential, they’ve got the conversion
Just need to stop losing wars, especially with their erosion
The Pueblo have seemed to have lost the war
Losing the enclaves, thankfully not much more
They must make sure they have whats in store
To move north and take some of the Yellowknives core
We end our episode on a firey sight
The Zheng have taken the Marinaras
The Wahgi are trying, their navy is there
But that won’t stop their towns from being alight
Fire in the hole, a blunder 2 kids getting sold
2 erstwhile monsters, getting in on the fold
And thats all I have, so thank you
May your day be good, as JDT1706 says see you