I find more fertile land and quickly grow some grain. I check my goals and find that sure enough, cows have nothing to do with it. I took that time to fill my fields with adorable cows, to see if you can hear them moo when you zoom in really close. They want grain, and plenty of it Now, I curse the freedom I was given earlier. 10:00 I'm Only Happy When It's GrainĪfter fannying about for some minutes with equal gusto and aplomb, word comes from Rome.
I turn my attention, grudgingly, to basic health and water supply. I think I may well have A been jumping ahead of myself here. As it turns out, the pleb classes couldn't give a toss about books, and are too ill to be bothered with the amphitheatre. This is possibly a mistake - the rowdy crowds will go screaming past the library on match I days, causing all the librarians to furrow their brows. I've built the library between the amphitheatre and the plebs' homes. Temples are wicked as." 9:45 Libraries Gave Us Power I can imagine it now: "As you can see, Caesar, I've built loads of temples and there's a couple of ace wells too." And Caesar would say: "That's well holy, is that. I reckon, as long as I can bluff it when you get a visiting dignitary, I'll be OK. I reason that a mayor's town will fail or thrive not on whether its buildings have adequate resources within their spheres of influence. With refreshingly little direction from the game, I start building everything I possibly can. As my wrist swings from the monitor to my face, Reverend Bojangles looks around and replies in a cruel sneer "Crush them all, Mr Blyth, they are disposable nothings from ill stock." 9.36 That Ol' Time Religion When the game tells me the area isn't desirable enough for plebs, I put on a glove puppet and say, in a posh voice, "Picky swine, these plebs". That's apparently the proper name for them, ( and they don't mind it at all. There isn't one, so I build a few small houses for some plebs. On autopilot a little, I try to build a town hall.
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It looks like Caesar has given me a free road to start off my town. This was 5O-odd years before the Christian god done a Jesus, and those old-time deities are really making the most of it. As the mayor of a small town, you'll instead be overseeing the construction of your buildings, receiving messages from Rome saying, "We want grain, we're really hungry", and dealing with Jupiter getting narky and burning down your apothecary. Which is what Emperors do, for your information. So this game isn't about randy carpet sex with Egyptians and rolling around in milk and filling his fiddle with horse piss. The First Thing is, you don't play Caesar.
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