This is a runthrough of Galactic Civilizations 2. It's going to be a long game in an immense galaxy with everything set to random except for habitable planets (set to rare), and tech advancement (set to normal). Let's get this thing underway.
I have chosen the Yor as the base for my race, and put the names of everything up to a vote. The race wound up being called "Vogons", the leader was "The Master", and the homeworld was "Vogosphere".
Everything started out quietly enough. I found a few habitable worlds right at the start, which I promptly colonized.
After colonizing it, I named it Rage. Our anger will make us powerful. We will conquer this galaxy, and no one will stand in our way. Shortly after colonizing Rage, this happened:
The choice here is obvious. Let them know my name, and flee in terror! We are the dominant race in this galaxy, therefore, all beings must bow to our iron will. The morale bonus doesn't hurt, either. I'll never understand choosing the "good" option in situations like this. They only exist to hurt you. But never mind that. Onward! To our next colonizable planet!
A planet was found not far from Rage, that we called Hate. A scientist, once thought dead, was living in solitude there, and wanted to be left alone. I sucked his brains out through a straw, and obtained a rather hefty research bonus for it. My ministers contacted me just as I was wiping some of the gray matter off of my face to tell me we had made first contact.
"With who?" I asked them. They had no idea, since we couldn't understand them. All we knew was that they were organic and they were most certainly ugly. Whoops. I should probably get the R&D boys to work on Universal translators.
After threatening R&D with the removal of their vital bits and pieces if universal translators weren't done yesterday, they began work and had it done very quickly. A good thing they did, too. We soon met quite a few other races. All of them organic, and all of them also ugly. The race we ran into before identified themselves as "Drengin". Their names don't really matter to me so much, as long as they die when I shoot them. We also ran into the Arceans, the Drath, the Terrans, the Iconians (those lousy scum-sucking bastards. I thought we drove them out of this galaxy...), the Torians, and the Korx.
My ministers interrupted my daily culling of the weak to inform me that the Korx had put an urgent transmission out, addressed to me.
Well, they know exactly what buttons to push to make me like them. Let's wait a bit, get relations a little warmer, research the alliances part of the tech tree, then we can form an alliance and take those goodie-two-shoes out.
...Or we can let the Iconians do it for us... The war starts on my next update.
