GCB's Civ 5 LiveBlog: Caracalla's Revenge

[GoldenCityBird]

Alright, part 3! This time, I'm going to be adding a few things that Caracalla might've said, or exchanges that may have occured between characters.

"Yes, Licina, I trust my scientists. Every single catapault in the land shall be replaced by a trebuchet as soon as possible. Now, go back to defending the city. The less you know the better. Now, what's the news?"

"...What in Mars' name is a Tails?"
Yeah, I expected someone far away to lose their capital, but I'll take this as a warning about the lil' foxo.
Moments later, I decided to scout near Nara to see what Japan was up to. Oda saw me, and...
"We're in a national happiness crisis, and there's marble down there. MARBLE! Do you have any idea how happy that'll make our citizens? So, I declared war on him. What's he going to do? He's far away."
Nara was a relatively easy capture for my longswordsmen, in spite of my composite archer being sabotaged by someone's spy.
Izumo should be an easy capture, even if it's somehwhat useless, but Japan's other cities, including their capital, are a little far away.

Oh, wait, never mind. Japan made peace, and gave me the city. I'm burning it to the ground since I don't really need it.
And then Diavolo crashed the game. Lovely.
I got back to where I was with relative ease. Let's hope that doesn't happen again.
On the plus side, I've just discovered gunpowder. That makes my troops a lot better.

The fateful hour is upon us... I am invading Passione, and I intend on taking Venezia with me.
Valletta? Liberated. They're thankful, but the world's denounced me. It was a calculated risk.

Milano was captured by me, then taken back by Diavolo. I took it back and started razing it to the ground. It doesn't seem worth keeping around and just kept getting in the way of my conquest.
And Tails took anothert capital. "Whoever this Tails is... they must be a strong, fierce warrior."
Sweden has been discovered. Gandhi hasn't, but his diplomacy screen showed up with him denouncing me.
S. M. F*cking. H.

And with a final push, one dead musketman, and a peace offer, Venezia is now mine. One down, sixteen to go.
On that note, it's time to end. See you all tomorrow, I hope.