So, I bought SR2 quite a while back (many, many patches ago), played the tutorial, thought, "Huh, this is neat, I'll have to play more of it", and then promptly got distracted and moved on to something else. This is no slight on SR2, it's just the way I operate sometimes.
Recently, I saw it sitting in my Steam library, all patched and shiny, and thought, "Huh, I remember this was neat, I should play it again," and booted it up.
Seven hours later I was still playing. The game genuinely grabbed me. And the best thing was I wasn't deeply drawn in by the tech web (which I liked), I wasn't devoured by building up a powerful empire of ship-based destruction (as I used to in SR1), I wasn't even being distracted by the minutae of ruling an empire (as in Distant Worlds).
I played seven hours of being the sneakiest diplomatic bastard a space-based 4x has seen.
Seriously. The diplomacy system really got me hooked. I managed to wipe out an opponent with a fortunate series of Annex Planet and Annex System cards played in just the right order and at just the right time. I took planets from them that would normally be seen as useless, but which crippled their supply structures so that their high-level planets gradually suffered from starvation of level 2 and level 1 resources, reverting back to poorly populated balls of rock that were easily steamrollered by my (comparatively weak) navy.
I used leverage that I'd gained on other species' in order to get my annexations to pass galactic muster. I focussed all my efforts on building up my diplomatic influence, then used that influence to support a zeitgeist based around influence generation, to capitalise on my one advantage.
I took over a small corkscrew galaxy with nothing more than a smile and well-placed blackmail material. And two weak dreadnoughts to mop up the remainder.
Of course, not all went according to plan. I then ran into the (by this time) unstoppable might of the Oko, who stomped my tiny dreadnoughts into the spaceground and, due to their sheer immensity, were immune to my diplomatic wiles, having subjugated every other race in their (separate) galaxy. I died, or at least abandoned the game, a broken weakened shell of an empire. But briefly, for those few moments before the finale, I was the puppetmaster behind the galaxy.
So...love it, I guess it what I'm saying.