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Ok guys, I don't know how this will turn out, but I'm home on winter break and bored to tears so I'm gonna lay another piece on y'all.
(This isn't really gonna be too serious, and it's not for the contest or anything)
"Alexander, my liege, the troops are ready for inspection."
"Thank you Pierre, I shall be out momentarily."
Alexander enjoyed this modern age where he was able to lock his bedroom door and speak through intercom. It was less embarassing for both himself and his frequent female "guests."
After donning his most militaristic kingly attire, he began the swagger of a man who had successfully united 3 continents, and although his subjects were composed of Greeks, French, Americans, and Aztecs, these peoples had all but forgotten their early roots, and revered Alexander as they once had revered their own leaders.
With much pomp, and some circumstance, Alexander began to walk through the lines of troops.
First he inspected the Aztec unit. He remembered the war with this people in the lush jungles just south of traditional Greece. These men were fed with a lust for sacrifice, thus, they treated their prisoners very humanely until of course sunrise, where they were ritualisticly bled to death in the name of the sun god. He had a very vivid image of his finest warrior, Civman, being dragged up the steps of the pyramid, and then staring in horror as his life-essence trickled down the stone stairway.
Next came the Americans. These soldiers were very boisterous and fun-loving. One platoon was playing a Metallica classic, Seek and Destroy... it was the sniper division, Alexander liked that. Other rock and roll songs were being played by other platoons, this music was definitely catchy, and even though Alexander did not like big butts, he still sang along saying that he liked big butts, and he could not lie, even though some other brothers could deny. His aides quickly ushered him away reminding him that the press was watching.
"I wanted to shake my groove thang"
"Sir, there will be time for that when the cameras aren't rolling."
"Ah, good call Pierre."
"Next up sir are ze Fraunch"
"Pierre you don't need that stupid accent when it's the French's turn"
"But miseur, zees are my peepo"
"Fair enough, just don't talk then"
The French were the most recently conqured of all the Greek protectorate states, and so many still maintained the language to a small degree. Alexander appreciated the French in recent skirmishes because when they went without food, they could turn even a snail into a delicacy. He made sure that every platoon had a French cook, but wasn't really sure of how willing these men would be to stand their ground in a battle.
Finally he was to the Front, and his favorite Greek warriors. The tradition of pairing a young man with an elder warrior had continuted for nearly a millenium now. The Hopelitic tradition was a powerful one to be sure and only the most proven soldiers were given the honor of a mentor. The ranks were arranged differently, the paired men were shoulder to shoulder, making the Greek lines look doubly thick from afar. The traditional spears, shields, and breastplates had been replaced by fatigues, but the emblem of a spear and shield still sat on the buttons and shoulder patches of these favored warriors.
Alexander climbed to his podium to deliver his address,
"Peepols of ze Greez!..."
The soldiers broke out in laughter
"PIERRE!!! When taking dictation you shouldn't put an accent on it!"
"I'm zoreee zir"
Alexander tore up the prepared speech and decided to wing it instead, figuring he had his joke to open with.
"Men! Some of you have tasted battle before! Some many times! Our new opponents are different though! They all look like Greeks! our opponents are the backstabbing Romans!!! Those of you who caught the VD from the orgy invitational last month know exactly why we're at war. The rest of you, we are going to rid that nation of Caesar's rule, and thereby gain the women and the wine for our own!"
Cheers erupted from the men, and the American boom boxes were all switched to Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue.
Under his breath, Alexander whispered, "They're ready"
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Caesar was sitting in his bath house with his handmaidens. He decided that Roman women were the best looking in the world and proceeded to eat some more grapes. Lucrative trade with the Greeks had brought them many luxuries, even though their Grecian neighbors were much larger than his Roman state, Rome had exclusive control of Wine and Oil, making them a very influencial nation, not only with Greece, but with the Indians, Iroquois, and Chinese as well. He figured that if any one of those nations became hostile, the others would help him defend his precious goods.
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The Roman border town of Antium was startled from it's midnight slumber by the roar of afterburners followed by explosions and gunfire.
The Roads to the oilfield had been cut and the unmistakable sound of American-Greek music blared from that direction. Greek artillery began shelling the barracks and anti aircraft outposts as soon as resistance began. The Romans were not expecting anything from the Greeks, so they were totally unmatched, this was exactly what the Greek forces had desired.
Soon they had taken Antium, and with it, a constant supply of oil, as well as countless beautiful women. The Greek army was in high spirits as they camped there for the night.
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Gandhi was not pleased. The romans got two spices for every one wine! "That Caesar just thinks that because he has all the wine that he runs the world from his pathetic nation. And since I was anti-war back in the 60's they think that I can be bullied! Generals! Launch an attack on Veii at once! We shall see how powerful the mighty Caesar really is....
((well, more if I get around to it, tell me what you think))
(This isn't really gonna be too serious, and it's not for the contest or anything)
"Alexander, my liege, the troops are ready for inspection."
"Thank you Pierre, I shall be out momentarily."
Alexander enjoyed this modern age where he was able to lock his bedroom door and speak through intercom. It was less embarassing for both himself and his frequent female "guests."
After donning his most militaristic kingly attire, he began the swagger of a man who had successfully united 3 continents, and although his subjects were composed of Greeks, French, Americans, and Aztecs, these peoples had all but forgotten their early roots, and revered Alexander as they once had revered their own leaders.
With much pomp, and some circumstance, Alexander began to walk through the lines of troops.
First he inspected the Aztec unit. He remembered the war with this people in the lush jungles just south of traditional Greece. These men were fed with a lust for sacrifice, thus, they treated their prisoners very humanely until of course sunrise, where they were ritualisticly bled to death in the name of the sun god. He had a very vivid image of his finest warrior, Civman, being dragged up the steps of the pyramid, and then staring in horror as his life-essence trickled down the stone stairway.
Next came the Americans. These soldiers were very boisterous and fun-loving. One platoon was playing a Metallica classic, Seek and Destroy... it was the sniper division, Alexander liked that. Other rock and roll songs were being played by other platoons, this music was definitely catchy, and even though Alexander did not like big butts, he still sang along saying that he liked big butts, and he could not lie, even though some other brothers could deny. His aides quickly ushered him away reminding him that the press was watching.
"I wanted to shake my groove thang"
"Sir, there will be time for that when the cameras aren't rolling."
"Ah, good call Pierre."
"Next up sir are ze Fraunch"
"Pierre you don't need that stupid accent when it's the French's turn"
"But miseur, zees are my peepo"
"Fair enough, just don't talk then"
The French were the most recently conqured of all the Greek protectorate states, and so many still maintained the language to a small degree. Alexander appreciated the French in recent skirmishes because when they went without food, they could turn even a snail into a delicacy. He made sure that every platoon had a French cook, but wasn't really sure of how willing these men would be to stand their ground in a battle.
Finally he was to the Front, and his favorite Greek warriors. The tradition of pairing a young man with an elder warrior had continuted for nearly a millenium now. The Hopelitic tradition was a powerful one to be sure and only the most proven soldiers were given the honor of a mentor. The ranks were arranged differently, the paired men were shoulder to shoulder, making the Greek lines look doubly thick from afar. The traditional spears, shields, and breastplates had been replaced by fatigues, but the emblem of a spear and shield still sat on the buttons and shoulder patches of these favored warriors.
Alexander climbed to his podium to deliver his address,
"Peepols of ze Greez!..."
The soldiers broke out in laughter
"PIERRE!!! When taking dictation you shouldn't put an accent on it!"
"I'm zoreee zir"
Alexander tore up the prepared speech and decided to wing it instead, figuring he had his joke to open with.
"Men! Some of you have tasted battle before! Some many times! Our new opponents are different though! They all look like Greeks! our opponents are the backstabbing Romans!!! Those of you who caught the VD from the orgy invitational last month know exactly why we're at war. The rest of you, we are going to rid that nation of Caesar's rule, and thereby gain the women and the wine for our own!"
Cheers erupted from the men, and the American boom boxes were all switched to Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue.
Under his breath, Alexander whispered, "They're ready"
--------
Caesar was sitting in his bath house with his handmaidens. He decided that Roman women were the best looking in the world and proceeded to eat some more grapes. Lucrative trade with the Greeks had brought them many luxuries, even though their Grecian neighbors were much larger than his Roman state, Rome had exclusive control of Wine and Oil, making them a very influencial nation, not only with Greece, but with the Indians, Iroquois, and Chinese as well. He figured that if any one of those nations became hostile, the others would help him defend his precious goods.
---------
The Roman border town of Antium was startled from it's midnight slumber by the roar of afterburners followed by explosions and gunfire.
The Roads to the oilfield had been cut and the unmistakable sound of American-Greek music blared from that direction. Greek artillery began shelling the barracks and anti aircraft outposts as soon as resistance began. The Romans were not expecting anything from the Greeks, so they were totally unmatched, this was exactly what the Greek forces had desired.
Soon they had taken Antium, and with it, a constant supply of oil, as well as countless beautiful women. The Greek army was in high spirits as they camped there for the night.
--------
Gandhi was not pleased. The romans got two spices for every one wine! "That Caesar just thinks that because he has all the wine that he runs the world from his pathetic nation. And since I was anti-war back in the 60's they think that I can be bullied! Generals! Launch an attack on Veii at once! We shall see how powerful the mighty Caesar really is....
((well, more if I get around to it, tell me what you think))
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