I thought I would share this. After making a very idiotic move and blowing the game, I made it my mission to go to Iceland. But there were several obstacles to over come along the way. . .
I needed a distraction, so I attacked into the Italian peninsula, and held it for a single turn. But it was long enough. I made my escape through Turkey, and fled into the wilds of Russia. There I met a large empire, which was gracious enough to allow me passage. Little did I know that my next obstacle would be the Nords. I would need to find a way to get through. Or so I thought. Their entire society collapsed over night, and the way was clear. The chase was on. Though I forgot to move one day, I still made it before the butchers got to me and my men. We fought the good fight. We died a good death.
It made me smile. Though I lost the war for Europe, I won the war for my own personal happiness, and died in my homeland of Ireland after my Icelandic tea party.