Paris, Adriatic League...
The parade was the most glorious in any Adriatic city since the ascention of the late Dictator Benito Mussolini in Venice so long ago. Things were different now, Mussolini was long dead and Venice was now Israeli. Large groups of people have amassed to see SunTzu march galliantly into his new capital of Paris, most of them were there to boo and throw vegetables at the man. Finally trumpets and drums were heared far off in the distance as Adriatic soldiers carrying the standards of their various garrisons came marching through, armed to the teeth. Tanks and Howitzers were rode in next, followed by more and more troops, it was quite a show of power for the newly arriving dictator. Finally a large float was constructed with a statue of SunTzu on it, in a small seat underneath was the new leader...
He was a scrawny man of Israeli descent. However the Asian blood found from his family's Chinese and Mongolian excursions could been seen easily. Instead of boo the crowd just sat there, look at this guy! He wasn't European! What is this?!?! Finally the trumpets stopped, the troops stopped moving and the vehicles all came to a halt, the new leader stood up and asked "What is going on, why have we stopped? Where are the trumpets?!?!"
Just then one of the soldiers got out of his formation and approached SunTzu "General SunTzu, my name is Private Antonio DeNucci."
"Soldier, what are you doing!?!" barked the dictator "You have your orders!"
"Sir, many many many years ago my great grandfather joined the Adriatic Military to further his legal career, he and his family had always been petty farmers in Greece..."
"Soldier, you have your orders. Men seize this man!" none of the other soldiers moved...
"He was stationed in the Uzbek mountains on a march towards Mongolia where he was to meet with several Israelite detachments, several allied detachments, to invade Mongolia and help get Israel some much needed territory. Territory that Israel is looking for like savages to this day. My father's garrison arrived in a small town south of Aleppo, a Mongolian city in Tibet. Do you know what happened when he got there?"
"Soldier you are out of line."
"Israelis and Mongols laughing and talking, eating together, they massacred the Adriatic garrison that believed Israel to be their great allies. But see some maniac named SunTzu wrested control from the peaceful Dimbleby. This maniac, SunTzu and his troops massacred my fellow Adriatics way back when killing my great grandfather. Luckily he had already had my grandfather, or else I'd be dead today, unfortunantly for you though he did have my grandfather... so that you" he pulled out a pistol and pulled the hammer back "would be dead tomorrow...."
BLAM! BLAM!
The parade was the most glorious in any Adriatic city since the ascention of the late Dictator Benito Mussolini in Venice so long ago. Things were different now, Mussolini was long dead and Venice was now Israeli. Large groups of people have amassed to see SunTzu march galliantly into his new capital of Paris, most of them were there to boo and throw vegetables at the man. Finally trumpets and drums were heared far off in the distance as Adriatic soldiers carrying the standards of their various garrisons came marching through, armed to the teeth. Tanks and Howitzers were rode in next, followed by more and more troops, it was quite a show of power for the newly arriving dictator. Finally a large float was constructed with a statue of SunTzu on it, in a small seat underneath was the new leader...
He was a scrawny man of Israeli descent. However the Asian blood found from his family's Chinese and Mongolian excursions could been seen easily. Instead of boo the crowd just sat there, look at this guy! He wasn't European! What is this?!?! Finally the trumpets stopped, the troops stopped moving and the vehicles all came to a halt, the new leader stood up and asked "What is going on, why have we stopped? Where are the trumpets?!?!"
Just then one of the soldiers got out of his formation and approached SunTzu "General SunTzu, my name is Private Antonio DeNucci."
"Soldier, what are you doing!?!" barked the dictator "You have your orders!"
"Sir, many many many years ago my great grandfather joined the Adriatic Military to further his legal career, he and his family had always been petty farmers in Greece..."
"Soldier, you have your orders. Men seize this man!" none of the other soldiers moved...
"He was stationed in the Uzbek mountains on a march towards Mongolia where he was to meet with several Israelite detachments, several allied detachments, to invade Mongolia and help get Israel some much needed territory. Territory that Israel is looking for like savages to this day. My father's garrison arrived in a small town south of Aleppo, a Mongolian city in Tibet. Do you know what happened when he got there?"
"Soldier you are out of line."
"Israelis and Mongols laughing and talking, eating together, they massacred the Adriatic garrison that believed Israel to be their great allies. But see some maniac named SunTzu wrested control from the peaceful Dimbleby. This maniac, SunTzu and his troops massacred my fellow Adriatics way back when killing my great grandfather. Luckily he had already had my grandfather, or else I'd be dead today, unfortunantly for you though he did have my grandfather... so that you" he pulled out a pistol and pulled the hammer back "would be dead tomorrow...."
BLAM! BLAM!
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