This is the story of the almighty American nation, now master of my
world. I started with a large world at Warlord level, rampaging hoards,
and only a medium sized amount of continent size landmass. As the years
pass and the game progresses, I made peace with all seven rivals in the
world.
I am not a warmongerer and feel that space colonization is the only true
way to win the game. However, I was dismayed to find five out of
six rivals were notoriously militaristic, such as the Mongols. 
	However, as time passed, my power soared, & the other nations naturally
grew jealous and eventually became very uncooperatve. Go figure. I was a
democracy by 1500 B.C., had railroads by 1 A.D. and I was off the power
chart by 1300 A.D. with a modern military of 350 or so units. Not to
mention that I had every single Wonder of the World.
	However, because I had been somewhat stingy, with only my allies the
Babylonians coming even remotely close in might from my numerous gifts
(good allies must be strong)the other rivals decided to take their
'fair' share-all at once. Out of jealousy, they formed a five-way
alliance, and all attacked my ally Hamurabi in 1700. Naturally I get
drawn into the conflict and send a few armored tanks to clean house,
expecting perhaps six or seven units to fight off.
	But I had been unaware of their recent buildup of armed forces, due to
ignoring my council of advisors for the last few millennia. Instead of a
meager squad, I found over thirty Calvary and Rifleman units at the
gates of Babylon. Before I knew it, Babylonia was no more, and the
victors went about to regroup and distribute their spoils.
	Finally I checked the strength of my antagonists, and was
naturally surprised. Combined, they were militarily a good match. Each
nation had gained 700 years worth of advances in a century, as well as
the plundered treasury of Babylon. The Japanese and Zulus would not
appear,
because of my decision at the game's start.
	Finally the fated attack arrived. Right off the bat, I lost the
U.N. because I had made the mistake of putting it in a old frontier
city.
By now, all 91 of my cities were up to population level 20 or higher,
one at level 35, each with maximized production potential. But now,
peace was out of the question. My enemies were enraged with my resisting
their conquest of Babylon.
	To make a long story short, I had to fight the ultimate battle:
taking on the world! Because I had little concern for attack earlier,
all I had was mostly mechinized infantry. Average military service:1
year. The delay in a orgainized counterattack would cost me eight
cities, for now the thirty units were invading my nation! Their strength
was in their numbers.
	I wound up producing about 90 or so armored tanks, Howitzers, and
Stealth Fighters as well as Paratroopers. I was forced to give up all my
scientific research for luxuries. Then I let them have it. All the
Caravels I had made were now transports, courtesy of Leonardo, so that
was no big deal-but no strong navy-now that was a problem.
	In the end, the fighting was long and furious, and the alliances fell
apart after the Greeks passed into history. Then, divided amongst
themselves, the others fell in turn. By 1900, ultimate victory was mine,
and I am now undertaking the challenge of rebuilding the war-scarred
world.

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Cara McKennon <mckennon@scully.sosnet.net>
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