From Portugal to Uzbekistan. A SELF-CONGRATULATION NOBODY ASKED FOR

Written by the author, about the author, for the author. You're welcome.

I do not write this for applause.

I write it as a reminder to myself.

A reminder of the grind. Of the solitude. Of every deliberate choice that led me to stand exactly where I am now.

Let it be recorded, timestamped, and carved into whatever passes for stone in this vibe-coded game: I have reached Master League in both Economy AND War.

PART 1 — THE ORIGIN: PORTUGAL 🇵🇹

Every legend starts somewhere. Mine started in Portugal — a beautiful nation with a rich history, excellent food, and, in my case, the emotional support of a wet paper towel.

No help. No guidance. No welcome committee. Just me, the Wiki (which I read twice and understood zero times), and a dream.

So I did what any rigorous strategist does when the homeland offers nothing: I left.

PART 2 — THE EXILE: KENYA 🇰🇪

Kenya. Alone. No team, no mentors, no shortcuts.

There, in glorious isolation, I forged my economy skills the old-fashioned way: by making every mistake available in the game, personally, one at a time, sometimes twice for scientific confirmation. While others were asking "anyone up for a non-aggression pact and some cookies?", I was learning market mechanics through pure suffering.

Lesson learned: solitude is a terrible teacher, but it never misses a class.

Fun part, i made a son in real Life when i was chilling here.

PART 3 — THE BROTHERHOOD: TIMOR LESTE 🇹🇱

Eventually, even a lone old man gets tired of talking to his own factories.

In Timor Leste, I learned the one skill Kenya couldn't teach me: playing as a team. And the results speak with the rigor this article demands: I placed myself among the Top 15 richest players in all of WarEra.

PART 4 — THE WAR MACHINE: UZBEKISTAN 🇺🇿

But wealth without violence is just accounting.

Once I understood the war mechanism — genuinely understood it, not "I clicked Attack and felt something" understood it — I made my final migration: Uzbekistan.

And in Uzbekistan, something changed. I didn't just fight. I fought with a team, like a train. No brakes. No schedule delays. No mercy. Full steam, straight through our lovely enemys, leaving nothing behind but damage reports and confused mercenaries wondering what hit them.

The nation that specializes in dealing high damage and being a pain in the ass to its enemies gave me the tracks — I brought the locomotive.

And now the record stands:

✅ Master League — Economy
✅ Master League — War

Fewer players have done this than have complained about the patch notes. That is statistical rigor.

WHAT COMES NEXT

I will now slow down. Deliberately. Strategically. Not because I'm tired — trains don't get tired, they refuel

And then I will come back stronger.

A WORD ABOUT MY HOME: UZBEKISTAN 🇺🇿

Now, a word of genuine rigor — not just because it's my nation, but because it's the truth.

If you are a player wandering this game confused, wasting resources, running factories with the efficiency of a rusty musket repurposed as a BBQ grill — the Uzbekistan community is the answer you didn't know you needed.

These people help everyone:

• Optimize your builds properly

• Optimize your factories so nothing goes to waste

• Actually understand game mechanics instead of just clicking and praying

• Enjoy the game without setting your treasury on fire

I came from a nation that gave me nothing. Uzbekistan is the reason players don't have to repeat my Kenya arc. They took "no player left behind" and made it national infrastructure — somewhere between the river resort and the femboys in bikini.

I arrived as a rich merchant. They turned me into a train. Go talk to them. Your factories will thank you. Your prostate might too, apparently.

FINAL WORDS - OR SUMMARY, IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT (I WOULDN'T READ IT IF IT WASN'T WRITTEN BY ME)

This article was written with rigorous and strong language, minimal humility, and maximum accuracy.

From Portugal with nothing.
Through Kenya, alone.
With Timor Leste, as a team.
In Uzbekistan, as a train. 🚂
To Master League — twice.

How I finished my first article:

If you liked this article, I might write more. If you didn't — oh well. I'm not upset. I'm just naturally grumpy.