[WARNING WALL AHEAD]

I was from Mount Augusta, and I had lived the Augustan dream. I set off to there after the Jeffery settlement burned down, and was aw struck by such a huge city. After some walking I found a nice plot near the end of a street strangely titled "Geckolubber street", mind that most streets were named after famous people from real life. Anyways, I thought nothing of that, I built my humble home with birch wood from my former settlement.

After some time, I invited my friends to civcraft, we all settled on the same street, and I started a company. That didn't exactly work well, and instead I went to building public farms and giving back to the community, in time I contacted this mystical Geckolubber (this is shortly after the Communist/AnCap Columbian Conflict), informing him that I was ready to give up all my land and buildings I built on them to the CPMA, as I wanted to give back to the community a little more. Not long after he initiated me into the CPMA, and I saw my buildings go to good use. We took down the smelting center of mine, and replaced it with public housing, we expanded the farmland, and fed anyone nearby, we built new tree farms and in general just be nice.

Fast forward a few weeks, I saw and sat in the The 2 Hours That Changed Absolutely Nothing, and even though the party looked like assholes after it, we still helped out with the community and publicly apologized. Through all this, I've been advancing through the Augustan class system. I came in as a nobody, just another n00b looking for food and a bed, but now was a name many Augustans knew.

Fast forward another few weeks. Augusta is having troubles, a large influx of griefers are coming by my fair city, and we are relying on the AnCaps for defense. From my life in Augusta Foofed went from the name of a violent terrorist who destroyed a city, the that rich guy from Les Miserable who is always helping out the peasants. To keep Augusta safe and independent than the AnCaps I passed a law that permits the creations of privately funded Militias. Shortly after, I set up my own and work to keep my fair city safe.

Fast forward only a few days after that, and I have to leave town for family. No big deal, it's Christmas, everyone is doing that. When I was away from my desktop, I still checked reddit on mobile, and on the 26th I received news of the Christmas day massacre. I was appalled that we would be attacked in such a manor after only the night before we declared our city neutral. I was disgusted that such an army would invade Augusta, and immediately demanded a swift and harsh response. Sadly, I was not able to log on in time to assist Augusta, and only found a mildly griefed home with broken windows. As I checked the chat and asked around, I learned all that was left in the greatest city on the server was a griefed wasteland with a few scavengers left over taking any remaining possessions from their homes. As I walked outside i see a nauseating mess of lava and cobblestone. I saw far worse damage on the larger buildings, and as I walked I saw the casualty that really hit me- the public housing. The public housing that was built for new and homeless players, the people who were kept safe from dereliction and given a place to stay. The poorest of the poor, the lowest of the low. They lived there, hoping one day to experience a story similar to mine, to build a house, to rise up the city's social ladder and to become somebody. Half of that building was destroyed, and after that I knew the true dangers of the HCF.

Before I saw the conflict as just another war, a war our allies were fighting in, but not one that hit close to home. I heard all the battles taking place far away, I heard our friends were loosing, but it's not the end of the world. Guess what, I was wrong. Augusta was this war's newest causality, and after seeing what they did to her, I knew I had to leave.

I ran out of the city after packing my inventory with everything I had ever earned, my gal was to get to the wilderness, on the other side of the world and leave this conflict. Remember the part where I was a militia leader? Well I was also an open anti HCF speaker, I was very open on my stance of aiding our AnCap allies in the fight, and would probably a target if they new who I was. I departed anyway, to Haven, there I could maybe set up a new life, however, I died in an unfortunate accident on the way, which involved a creeper and a cliff.

When I re spawned, I was even farther away from Haven, and not near any nether portals. Somehow though, I managed to find a town. I found Damascus. Now for those of you who don't know, Damascus is the city that the peaceful HCF group built. Even though it was dangerous to walk in here, I had no food and needed supplies for the journey.

I tried looting some open chests in this town, just to take some random crap to survive, but was confronted by a player known as Ryan Rolls. I had never heard of Ryan before, so was obviously scared when he PM'ed me, but he seemed comforting somehow. Through this chat, he told me about the city I was in, and I believe he even offered to let me stay, but I politely declined, as by now I was more interested in living in the wilderness (after the shit civilization put me through, you would too). After some talking with him, I learned more about the HCF, and what they were. Through him and a reddit post by another Damascian, I learned more about these people than any of you will ever. I learned that's what they are, people.

Here I learned how the HCF really acted, and that was like a family. In fact, I learned some fighting almost broke out in Damascus between the town and the more notorious HCF members we know about. What stopped this though, is how close the HCF are, they might as well be family. They weren't a perfect family, and they had their share of wacky brother/uncles that aren't to be mentioned, but all show up for a reunion. Sadly, we only remember the black sheep, and we refuse to notice this is an entire new closely knit ethnic group that migrated to our server, and they did not migrate simply to invade, they migrated to take part in the experiment too, they wanted a slice of the fun. Right now, we're seeing the wrong side of this wonderful new addition to the server.

When the talk was over, Ryan gave me some bread, and I went on my way. Right now I'm living a happy life as a hermit far off in the wilderness, beyond any lands previously explored by civcraftians. It is far away from the fighting, I was lucky to find it, and even luckier someone who had previously been thought to be my enemy gave me everything I needed to get there.

However, this war was an us or them situation, and if somehow this server can come together again, I just want us all to ask ourselves if we love this game enough to kill them all, no matter how innocent.

TL;DR Age of Mythology is better than Age of Empires

EDIT: So I hear I have a controversial TL;DR

That being said, anyone know how well AoM works with windows 8? And is there a way I could play multiplayer against you guys? I heard something about hamachi in this thread.