We wanted to relive the strategus rounds of yore, where battles were fought in the wee hours before the sun came up and nobody was coherent enough to argue about commands. Coffee was brewed but forgotten as the battles drew closer than anticipated by the alarm clock, and the paperboy gave a sidelong glance over his shoulder as you had your door open without any clothes on while screaming at the screen of your computer. A dog, somewhere, was barking, but you didn't notice or care or even consider whether it wanted to come in or go out. Other things were more pressing, and by heck we'd win this time before you had to leave for work.
And where the person in charge of the Fallen would lie publicly to the face of the factions they were dealing with diplomatically, such as Loki accepting gold for a NAP with the Northern Empire before attacking them. Or bringing a thousand troops from EU despite repeated assurances that the sides of the map are separate entities as far as the Coalition is concerned.
This one's for the nostalgia of it all.
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