I’m sure we’ll do another! Not sure what the appetite is for another game, although @Twinkletoes jumped straight back into another so maybe sooner rather than later.
Dear Space Beebes,
I started with a simple vision, build a corner of the galaxy that I could all home. Those lasse-faire days of Sheliak and Gut seem many light years away now.
First Barf Vader, a wild, reckless, young thing. Whilst troops were light, regions forming, he came at me like a wrecking ball. Unfortunately, he came at all of us like wrecking balls and his territory was gleefully consumed by the hungry young empires.
My Galaxy grew and borders were formed.
King Space the Furst on one side, Beev Palpatine on the other.
King Space the Furst - The Pretender to the Throne
We were side by side for aeons. Held in an uneasy truce due to the fear of mutual destruction that would be inevitable if war broke out. Occasional mutually beneficial trades and dialogue occured but we both were sure that war was coming.
From across the galaxy, Aphex Twinkletoes - The Great Underdog, reached out. I had plenty and I was happy to share. I saw his blossoming young empire being swallowed by those that surrounded and vowed to help but there was an orange wall between myself and him.
BeevPalpatine - The Bravest Warrior
I sort to help Aphex but little did I know what I was coming up against. Not only was there a chasm between our Empires but also, an unrelenting wall of the hardiest of men. Through sheer weight of numbers, I chipped away at his defence but it was painfully slow. Aphex was a lost cause but I’d started now…so why stop?
Then The Pretender to the Throne cashed in his chips. In one night he relented all of his stars, seemingly a gift for the yellow unknown. Accompanying this was a tauntingly named “Party Fleet” of nearly 10000 ships that came like an armada into my otherwise cosy homestead.
My reactions were lethargic. The yellow mass consumed quickly. I bungeed back behind the Party Fleet taking what I could, but watched as the Turbomate’s Industry and Science almost doubled in a day.
Turbomate - The Man Who Would be King
Our paths hadn’t crossed. I could see his empire building but previously there was always a comforting buffer of other empires. I heard whispers of his struggles. The demands of his empire were huge and yet not even in the top 5 of his major concerns. Did he deserve to have the galaxy? Moreso than any of us. Does that matter? Apparently not.
Despite being Officer in Chief of the devastation being wrought, I was desensitised to it. As long as my numbers were the highest numbers, that was all that mattered. The idea of my cosy corner of space was dead. Instead, it was replaced with this desperate desire for the madness to stop.
The last two nights have meant the devastation of my empire. Any star that is out of hyperspace range of a hostile planet is all but barren. Men, women and children have been loaded into carriers and plunged into new, unwelcoming worlds.
I look on my empire with no glee. My economic welfare and scietific advancement were rendered irrelevent in the shadow of our all consuming ship factories. Our banking, farming and our ability to see other worlds…all left doormant as every available resource was poured into the latest Weapons technology.
Have I brought these people victory? Not my any measure I can see.
I only hope we can all find peace.
Yours exhaustedly,
SpessMareen
