Kill or Cure

Well, just got back from Marlow.

We played Republic of Rome. As usual, Rome fell to the barbarians before the end of the first epoch. I awarded myself a moral victory anyway on the grounds that my faction was the richest (without doing anything naughty), the most popular and most influential. If only they'd sent my guy to deal with the Macedonain War, we might have got to the second epoch. But no, 'Oh, he's to popular, he'll rebel and take Rome off us.' And I'll pay the legions with what, precisely?

By the time my oh, so suspicious co-senators woke up to the real danger, we had five major wars to deal with and not enough legions to cope. I of course, smacked the crap out of my adversary, but the best the other general could only manage a standoff, and that ain't good enough. Four active wars at the end of a turn is enough to destroy the republic, so we all lost. If only I'd had the money, I would have marched on Rome myself and won. But alas, no.

Matrix Revolutions.

Bollocks really, wasn't it? I mean, really. Bad enough in Reloaded to find out that the Architect is, in fact, Colonel Saunders (but then, the Matrix is a finger lickin' good program), but to find out that Agent Smith is essentially a failed self-replicating Windows application....

But at the end, I suppose if you're going to have a deus ex machina, it's best to go for it literally.

On the plus side, the seats in the UCI at High Wycombe were so stunningly uncomfortable, that in true kill or cure fashion, my bad back gave in because of the punishment the seats were giving it, and has cured itself.

So yay me.

But really. Bollocks, wasn't it? Enjoyable hokum, but bollocks.

Kill or Cure

Well, just got back from Marlow.

We played Republic of Rome. As usual, Rome fell to the barbarians before the end of the first epoch. I awarded myself a moral victory anyway on the grounds that my faction was the richest (without doing anything naughty), the most popular and most influential. If only they'd sent my guy to deal with the Macedonain War, we might have got to the second epoch. But no, 'Oh, he's to popular, he'll rebel and take Rome off us.' And I'll pay the legions with what, precisely?

By the time my oh, so suspicious co-senators woke up to the real danger, we had five major wars to deal with and not enough legions to cope. I of course, smacked the crap out of my adversary, but the best the other general could only manage a standoff, and that ain't good enough. Four active wars at the end of a turn is enough to destroy the republic, so we all lost. If only I'd had the money, I would have marched on Rome myself and won. But alas, no.

Matrix Revolutions.

Bollocks really, wasn't it? I mean, really. Bad enough in Reloaded to find out that the Architect is, in fact, Colonel Saunders (but then, the Matrix is a finger lickin' good program), but to find out that Agent Smith is essentially a failed self-replicating Windows application....

But at the end, I suppose if you're going to have a deus ex machina, it's best to go for it literally.

On the plus side, the seats in the UCI at High Wycombe were so stunningly uncomfortable, that in true kill or cure fashion, my bad back gave in because of the punishment the seats were giving it, and has cured itself.

So yay me.

But really. Bollocks, wasn't it? Enjoyable hokum, but bollocks.