I think you can imply what happened.
Get the krauts, get them! Sodomise them a hundred different shades of purple!
Even when i lose, i sort of win. The potato was the corruptive influence here i think.
Well, i *sort of* win.
All that potato, gone before my eyes...
Meanwhile, the Iranians and some other rebels hold a disco party in Khorasan. I weep for the purple, as foulest gray lines violate it harshly.
At this point I don't think it really matters. Ahh, it is like swimming in piss. You know it's bad, but if you forget about it and relax it can be so warm and soothing.
Easy come, easy go, little high, little low.
Fucking love that song.
I blame not expelling the Jews earlier. It must have been their foul influence that persuaded me to invade Russia.
At this rate, I'll put all the current rebellions down a few years after the game finishes!
Get me back my potato!
Took you long enough.
All aboard the rape train. Next stop, Constantinople!
A chilling prophecy of the modern era. WE DIDN'T LISTEN!
Depressing when you can't even muster up enough men in a revolt to take your own province, even when there are no nearby armies and the Empire that rules you is collapsing.
Mercy is for chumps. You'd think the local nomads would be a bit more cautious and competent about revolting after the first few brutal reprisals. Ah well, that just means we can up the body count before my glorious purple map tapestry unravels itself.
Erm, good luck with that.
You Afghans really suck at this y'know? I guess that's why they bomb people, they don't have to aim.
The wind is blowing the other way, the tables have turned, and the shoe is on foot, if that is even a saying.