CuervoJones

I've been playing DL since it first came out but only upgraded to ToA/DA a month ago. I think the ToA AI is broken. Recently I've been playing ToA with medium maps on "painful" with 5 civs. In each of my last three games, between 1-3 of the other civs have not build a single warship. Then some other warmongering AI declares war on one of the defenseless AIs and a slaughter ensues... ... until I intervene. I have discovered that I can tra

[quote who="General Homsar" reply="3" id="2242584"]hmmmmm..... Interesting so far. Not sure what to make of WW2 generals serving in the future, though. [/quote] You'll have to forgive me, I just finished reading Cryptonomicon so I have WWII generals on the brain. (PONTIFF and Yamamoto are shout-outs to that book.) I'll be explaining who or what Patton is in Chapter 4 so stay-tuned... Thanks for

Chapter 3: Blood for the Blood God The Overlord descended into the Great Hall. For as far as his beedy little eyes could see, enormous wooden beams, polished and lacquered for this very occasion by countless slaves, reached high into a vaulted ceiling some twenty-five or thirty feet off the ground. The whole of his people were assembled, awaiting the appearance of their Glorious Leader. Some of the lower

Chapter 2: The Rules of Acquisition Dressed in his nightclothes, Quark looks intently at a lantium bust of a venerable-looking Ferengi ceremoniously set on his table as he begins his prayers: "Blessed Exchequer, whose greed is eternal, whose wealth is as vast as the cosmos, hear this plea from your most devout debtor and continue to bless my bar with a steady stream of thirsty customers whose pockets are lined with lanti

Chapter 1: Old Blood and Guts General George S. Patton, Jr. was not a happy man. Never one for numbers, the torrent of datapads thrust into his hands by a cavalcade of aides over the past few hours had driven the four-star general to the brink of exasperation. And to his unending annoyance, every datapad, identical except for the figures displayed on its screen, was borne in the hands of an officer equally identical to the one who