"Hey, uh, Boss? He's back."

"Who's back?"

"Alex, Boss."

I'm ready, this time Alex. You know where to stick your tribute demands. I want BLOOD. BLOOD. So he caves. BAH.

Well, I don't care. I'll have my revenge one way or the other.

Dial up Alex... "Hi, Alex? We hate you, so we're going to war with you now. Have a nice day."

Had I thought about that for a moment longer, I'd have bought Fuedalism and gone for MDIs, but it's a bit late for that just now. We capture Heraklia with no losses anyway, thus proving that we are indeed worthy of being Romans finally.

We are the Romans! We are invincible!

Dial up Alex... "Hi, Alex? We hate you, but we're willing to let you be now. What say we give peace a chance, eh?

"Wow Boss, you really showed him!"

"Yes Flunkius. But no leader. I would have liked a leader. No matter. We'll be ready for the next round."

While we're at it, we invest in some good old fashioned Monotheistic religion from Beth. Our furs are selling quite well.

"Flunkius, order up some horsemen."

Spain and England make peace some time around here, just in time for Greece to, er, declare on Spain.

Meanwhile, back in the homeland:

You'll note that most of my army is in that one city. Roman ambitions of world domination? Over the moment. I HATE how they handle flips. Absolutely HATE it.

Uh, hey Alex. Want some, er, furs? Good Alex.

And lo, Rome switches over from ubermilitant conquerors to world fur suppliers. Slowly, slowly we catch up on tech.

And Izzy obviously values Music Theory.