[ WP ] Use a Civ 5 ( or any civ ) game you 've played to inspire a story .

*Not exactly what you asked for but this is just what I thought up* 
 
 I stared at the screen, praying with all my might that he didn ’ t do it. My fingers tapped my desk rapidly. My heartbeat sounded like a drum. I tapped my foot nervously as I stared intently at my shitty MacBook pro. The piece of crap felt like it was on fire, humming loudly, and the screen was cracked. Finally the wheel stopped spinning and it was my turn. I let out a sigh. Thank god. 
 I clicked next turn and began to wait. 
 “ Come on… Come on… ” 
 And then out of nowhere, it happened. Three nuclear missiles soared through the air and hit Boston, New York, and Washington. I slammed my hand against the desk. The desk vibrated and it felt like my entire house was shaking. In the corner a notification popped up, 
 
 “ Gandhi has declared war on you. ” I knew that motherfucker was going to nuke me. Hoards of Indian soldiers landed on my beaches and pillaged my land. I was bombarded from hundreds of battleships and submarines. Paratroopers landed all across the United States and laid waste to my units. I covered my eyes as Gandhi annihilated me. I peeked at the screen and saw what I had been dreading the entire game. Smokestacks filling the air, fallout all the way down the east coast, and a blanket of green units enveloping my country. 
 
 But it was my turn now. 
 
 Stealth bombers from all of my cities reigned down on the Indian forces. My hidden submarines laid waste to Gandhi ’ s naval units. I quickly purchased as many more soldiers as I could, trying desperately to maintain the military barrage. But alas after cycling through my units, I had no more moves and I was once again forced to click next turn. 
 
 From the sky I watched as three more nuclear missiles fell from the sky, Boston, Washington, and New York all fell. I watched as the Indians sent their tanks in and captured the entire east coast. All I could do was put my head on the keyboard and silently lament over the loss of my people. My desk shook very roughly again. 
 
 “ The hell? ” I spoke to myself as my entire house shook. I got up from my chair and looked out my window. Nothing seemed to be amiss so I carried on. I sat back down and went through my options. Unfortunately for me, Gandhi wouldn ’ t even consider peace. I cracked my fingers and began to make my moves. Any units still in the east coast were retreated back to the central cities and I brought forth another wave of units from the west coast to reinforce the line. I got my workers started on forts to improve my defense, and I purchased as many units as I could before I ran out of money. My eyes flicked up to the happiness counter and I cringed as I saw -11. I attempted again to make peace with Gandhi but he merely laughed. I clicked next turn and sat back in my chair to observe the action. The Indian troops advanced forward, taking a few of my more minor cities and ended their turn. Before I could make my move, a soft buzzing under my buttocks interrupted me. 
 
 I sat up slightly and grabbed my phone. I typed in my password and stared blankly at the text I had received. 
 
 “ HOLY SHIT DUDE U ALRIGHT ” 
 
 I laughed, Austin was probably high on acid again or something. I typed back, 
 
 “ Lol What? ” 
 
 I put my phone down and began to make my moves. Shortly after killing an Indian tank with my guided missile I got another text. 
 
 “ How do you not know whats going on??? India fucking attackd man! Idk what theduck is going on im hiding out in my fuckinrg basement rn ii can hear screaming from right here, i, think theres a freaking tank outside ” 
 
 I frowned. Was he messing with me? I exited messages and clicked on twitter. As it loaded, I killed another Indian tank with a group of marines. My phone buzzed again and I clicked on the message notification that popped up. 
 
 “ DUDE FUCKING MARINES JUST BLEW UP THE TANK HOLY SHIT DUDE ” along with the message he sent along a picture of the street outside of his house. It wasn ’ t clear but I could see a few marines running down his street and an explosion behind them. My head was spinning. I switched back to twitter and read my feed. It was filled with people in all caps talking about the Indians and # pray4east and a ton of other war related things. I clicked on my friend Josh ’ s tweet about the Helicopters outside his house. There was a picture attached. I opened it and looked at what seemed to be hundreds of helicopters hovering above his house in the sky. I glanced at my screen again. South of where Indian-controlled Boston stood, three Indian gunships stayed in place as I made my move. My head was spinning. 
 
 Josh lived south of Boston in Quincy; the helicopters in my game were just south of Boston. I carefully selected my closest stealth bombers and destroyed all of the gunships. I refreshed my twitter app. Lots of new tweets popped up but there was only one that I was interested in. I clicked on Josh ’ s new tweet and saw that it was a video. I opened it and while it loaded I took another glance at the game. Noise started to come from my phone so I looked back at it. On the screen was the fleet of helicopters hovering in the sky just as they were before in Josh ’ s earlier tweet. There was a loud noise and a group of large sleek black stealth bombers came in and destroyed them all. Within minutes all of the helicopters were gone. The video ended and I was redirected back to my feed of new tweets. 
 
 One tweet caught my eye, my high school crush had just tweeted a picture of outside her house in Maine. She lived on the coast so she had a clear view of the ocean. The ocean beside her house was filled with battleships; I looked back at my computer. Sure enough, three Indian battleships sat in the ocean next to Augusta on high alert. Acting fast I selected my closest nuclear submarine and moved it closer, I attacked the battleship closest to the coast and watched it sink. I moved two more subs within striking range, but they were out of moves. A few moments later she tweeted about one of the ships blowing up and my suspicions were confirmed. I focused in and began my work. Now that I knew for sure that I was controlling this war, I paid much more attention to my cities. Usually I ignore the civilians and focus on winning the war, but knowing I was controlling real people and my actions had real life consequences I acted with more compassion. I didn ’ t take risks with my units, and I tried to keep them away from conflict. I focused on long-range barrages from my bombers and missiles and retreated the ground soldiers back to safer territory. As I hoped, the Indian forces followed me and I was able to destroy most of them and cause them to retreat back to the east coast. 
 
 I stood up from my chair and took a moment to gather myself. I looked out my window and still saw no traces of war. A glance at the screen told me why. None of the battles had taken place near Texas yet. I was still safe in Austin. I sat back down and purchased some defensive buildings in Austin. Along with the defensive buildings I bought a few anti-air guns and a stealth bomber to protect me. My turn was done. I refreshed my twitter page and saw a lot of tweets about American forces pushing back the Indians. I smiled. I clicked next turn, and with a single refresh of the page, I saw the tides shift back to the Indians. On my screen I watched in horror as my troops were pulverized by another wave of what seemed like endless Indian forces. Right before the turn was over I saw one more thing happen. An Indian plane flew over Austin, I watched in horror as it did a circle around my home city, weaving in and out of anti aircraft fire. My jaw dropped as I saw the plane drop the nuke. My hands flew to the Escape key on my keyboard, racing the missile dropped by India. Right as it landed, the pause menu popped up. I let out a sigh of relief. I scrolled over to “ Exit Game ” but I hesitated. Now that I knew the attack was coming, maybe I could stop it. I clicked “ Load Game ” and clicked on my save from a few turns earlier. 
 
 This time I was ready. 
 
 
 
 

