So, I played started a campaign game as Scotland because the sublime Let's Play sorta fixed it in my mind and also Scotland rocks.
Hard.
So, playing as Scotland I made the decision to go for the short campaign just to unlock everything. Eventually England is subjugated and France is my wine eating, funny accented, Auld Alliance breaking bitch. I win! Yay. I decided to carry on.
Jump forward 230 turns (I play slooooooow).
Western Europe is mine, with Sicily, Venice and Hungary existing simply because I'm nice and they're all whittled down to between ten to one regions and don't pose a threat. Venice and Hungary also form a buffer between the Timurid's, who haven't dared move against me. America is mine and making me money, the Iberian Peninsula is conquered and I'm currently happily smashing my way through Africa, merrily making Muslims mad (and then dead).
I have something around 200, 000 florins in the coffers and counting all my troops would drive me insane and take the better part of three hours. What I'm saying here is I'm basically unstoppable. A God. All of Western Europe is speaking incomprehensibly, drinking ale and getting into barfights.
It was at this point I stopped and thought, 'this is going to get boring now'.
In an effort to reveal the map, without the whole 'effort' part, I spend a while getting other factions maps of their territory and it's when I pay the Timurid's a pittance for a glance at theirs when I stop.
For your convenience:
Everything to the right of the red line, is the Timurid's.
A-yep. I stared at the screen for a while. Then I uttered the following words:
"Holy shit. That's
awesome."
Here we goooooooo.