I Have No Doubts

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This brings us to the gravy point. The 'gravy point' is that point where I figure I have done my duty and all and any nonsense which follows is acceptable. So watch out! You might read something devastating here. Be careful... proceed with the utmost caution. There are some things that you really do not want to know. Right? You know I'm right.

I just finished watching The MacLaughlin Group. Good stuff as usual.

So here I sit soaking in gravy. So what?

It seems to me that you would be interested in my latest game of Civilization III. You are that type, it seems to me. You are interested in stuff like that. So why not describe my latest game?
Listen up and listen good:

I began in 4000bc with a single settler and a single worker. I created a city, Rome. My worker created roads in the vicinity as Rome created another settler. That settler sallied forth to create yet another city, and so forth. My Empire grew until I encountered another civilization, The Russians. The Roo-skis were a surley lot, unpleasable. So, when I grew tired of enduring their repeated incursions on my territory, I invaded them with my legionaries. It turned out that when my first legionary warrior tasted victory, my kingdom entered a Golden Age.

This Golden Age lasted for 20 turns. Meanwhile I more or less destroyed the Rooskis, taking over their territory and their cities. My kingdom grew.

Eventually I became aware of the presence of other civilizations: the French, the English, the Zulu, the Chinese, the Indians (of India), and the Aztecs, in addition to me and the Russians whom I had not totally destroyed. We were eight civilizations, and only one of us would eventually rule the world.