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You have a panic attack while around your friends. You assume they they will brutally backstab and murder you over the slightest amount of weakness you show, at any moment.

While looking at past historical ruins you picture them in x-ray mode, noting where the critical "Industry & Recruitment" locations are.

While looking at open fields in real life, you picture dozens of dreaded sprinting horse-archers in front of them, lamenting how much you should have kept yourself garrisoned instead of trecking out to meet them.

You get frustrated with your repairman when he can't fix your house in under one minute.

You can hold your eyes closed for only five seconds before you must open them.

You suddenly can pronounce 300bc-600ads Latin and Greek Dialects and have a personal scribe.

While watching the news you see documentaries of outnumbered fights vs overwhelming odds, people rescuing the day by sheer might of will. "No big deal, just find a bridge" you think.

You get nervous when you hear Germanic languages spoken aloud.

You know more about effective 300 BC era tactics and combat than some actual Roman infantrymen officers at the time did, and you have never even been to Italy.

When you see two kids' kites get tied up together; you mutter to yourself, "damn archer team killers..."

You freak out every time someone uses modern nation state names than the historical era names.

You constantly beg your optometrist for "Total War General Vision," even though your vision is 20/20.

You don't have to use an alarm clock anymore. You sit bolt upright after nightmares of "THIS IS A TERRIBLE DEFEAT, YOUR MEN FLEE THE BATTLEFIELD, COMMANDER!"

You drive a car that has two archer riders. Inside, a set of portable earthen cookware instead of a spare tire, and a pouch of salt with a shovel on the side.

When the car dealership asks what color you want, you insist on Royal Red paint.

When a cop pulls you over and asks why your engine has been replaced with a donkey, you tell him "Full Immersion."

You get fired from your delivery job and CIA agents following you when it's found out you've been recruiting the homeless and rebels into a personal army.

You have CIA agent stalkers to prevent you from recreating the Roman Empire. Only after you've secured one more battle in RTWR will you start your revolution. Just one more battle....

https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2624408920 [h1]You know you've been playing too much Rome Total War Remaster when...[/h1] You have a panic attack while around your friends. You assume they they will brutally backstab and murder you over the slightest amount of weakness you show, at any moment. While looking at past historical ruins you picture them in x-ray mode, noting where the critical "Industry & Recruitment" locations are. While looking at open fields in real life, you picture dozens of dreaded sprinting horse-archers in front of them, lamenting how much you should have kept yourself garrisoned instead of trecking out to meet them. You get frustrated with your repairman when he can't fix your house in under one minute. You can hold your eyes closed for only five seconds before you must open them. You suddenly can pronounce 300bc-600ads Latin and Greek Dialects and have a personal scribe. While watching the news you see documentaries of outnumbered fights vs overwhelming odds, people rescuing the day by sheer might of will. "No big deal, just find a bridge" you think. You get nervous when you hear Germanic languages spoken aloud. You know more about effective 300 BC era tactics and combat than some actual Roman infantrymen officers at the time did, and you have never even been to Italy. When you see two kids' kites get tied up together; you mutter to yourself, "damn archer team killers..." You freak out every time someone uses modern nation state names than the historical era names. You constantly beg your optometrist for "Total War General Vision," even though your vision is 20/20. You don't have to use an alarm clock anymore. You sit bolt upright after nightmares of "THIS IS A TERRIBLE DEFEAT, YOUR MEN FLEE THE BATTLEFIELD, COMMANDER!" You drive a car that has two archer riders. Inside, a set of portable earthen cookware instead of a spare tire, and a pouch of salt with a shovel on the side. When the car dealership asks what color you want, you insist on Royal Red paint. When a cop pulls you over and asks why your engine has been replaced with a donkey, you tell him "Full Immersion." You get fired from your delivery job and CIA agents following you when it's found out you've been recruiting the homeless and rebels into a personal army. You have CIA agent stalkers to prevent you from recreating the Roman Empire. Only after you've secured one more battle in RTWR will you start your revolution. Just one more battle....