You're here, in your living room on this afternoon. Winter is striking, rain hitting the roof as you sit down with your laptop in a comfortable chair besides the fireplace. You welcome some wandering immigrants, you only have your hospitality to offer. The harsh climate of Egypt will challenge you as you embark on this great adventure, months pass and your city is already home of a thousand souls, exporting goods, albeit an important debt in your treasury. But, wait, your Overseer of the Military has been informed of incoming enemies, ready to burn your city down. Luckily you're already prepared for this attack and you deploy your infantry and your warships on the war front. Peace has returned in your prosperous city as you return to your farms to grow some barley. It is that time of the year again, heavy rains are sweeping throughout Nubia, beyond the borders of Upper Egypt, water is flowing into the Nile. The Great Inundation soaks and fertilizes the farming grounds along the river, you honour Osiris for providing food for the coming year. All the festivities come to a sudden stop as Bast has sent her wrath on your population and a plague is killing all your dreams, you neglected her, you build her a temple hoping to never defy her again. It is Pharaoh's will to build a mastaba, another burial place in Nubt, your city, the city of our ancestors. The task is immense and you need to train workers to lay the bricks that you have imported at a high cost. As you stabilize you economy and start producing more Deben that you spend, you'll find yourself walking like an Egyptian on the road back from the Senet's house to your apartment, on the way you encouter your bazaar man, the local brewer and an Osiris' priest, you've sucessfully provided shelter for thousands of lifes in the warm heat of Egypt, but you're never safe here, a house in burning in the distance. The doorbell rings, it's already dark outside time flew by, the rain has stopped, and the fire still burns.
