Land of the Brave: The Celt's tale

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Good stuff SKILORD

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Chapter 8: Insurrection

"The Iriquois people have for years been the butt of an immense joke, for it is laughable that a nation that considers itself civilied could commit the atrocities you have against a sovreign people," The minister paused, gauging the Emperor's mood. He probably wouldn't last the reading, "We do thereby, for the reasons mentioned hence declare the independence of the Iriquois state from it's dreadful conquerers."
Brennus frowned.
"Then you see, they go on stating all these reasons, talking about some hidious internment camps that they were imprisoned as a nation in. It's signed by a bunch of their former leaders, the old foreign minister and such, and also this kid named Squarking Turkey."
Brennus laughed.
"The Fools think they can escape the clutches of the Celtic Empire?" Brennus's hysterics were frightening,"I will show them that the mightiest nation on Earth can bring down a few rebels."
"Well they have an army..."
"Do You propose that a mere army of Mounted warriors can stand against the might of Celtia!?" His eyes were inflamed, he drooled.
"Why... never .... uhh.. sir."
"Do you prpopose that Celtia is not the mightiest nation on earth?"
"Welll there are always the Russians..." Russia was on the brink of building a ship to ferry the last bits of civilization from scarred earth.
But that wouldn't affect the advisor, he would be dead in an instant, a thought that graced his mind as the bullet tore the air before him.
Looking at the corpse Brennus intoned:
"I'll show you the might of Russia." The cackles of evil delight reigned the palace for the night, sharing the throne with madness.

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The Army stood outside Salamnaca, a battered force of mounted warriors and Cavalry, a few more modern rifles interspersed in the group. A Celtic army loomed on the horizon, an angry storm preparing to lay waste to those who dared test authority. The frigid Iceland territory froze the very souls of the defenders, they knew their attackers were immune to the cold on that level. They marched like demons, Hellhound Armor and Pyre jets, bared their teeth in anticipation. The Tanks forced their way to the walls of the shoddy fort to the harmony of falling bombs. Cavalry flanked the superior forces as Turkey commanded, their stolen rocket launchers left several tanks mere husks. The Cavalry died slowly, the tanks proceeded quickly, bullets bouncing off their hide. But victory found the rebels somehow, rain began to leave the tracks of the tanks stuck. The slow behemoths began to fall more quickly. The millitary governor of Iceland, who lead the forces himself, was forced to surrender his colors to the man who called himself Squarking Turkey, who inspired the Iriquois to rebellion, to rise against the mighty empire that had swallowed them whole.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Great stuff this SKILORD, what do you think of it scratch.

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Chapter 9: The Final War

English silos began the volley, but the Russians were expecting them, the only thing that surprise Satherine was that it took so long. ICBMs found their way to Edmonton as soon as others found Moscow in their sights, Shining metal gleamed in the ruins, the spaceship that had been civilization's last hope. All was ruined now, a million voices were extinguished instantly, the only difference between the sides of the conflict was that one was prepared to Invade. Moscow soon was in the hands of the Celts, who took their time in North Africa, eliminating the Russians one by one, reveling in every bloody patch of ground.

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Squarking Turkey looked across the tundra, it took a madman to build here, and here i am hoping to conqure it. Swords, pistols and the Submachine guns used by Infantry were all held in the hands of the rebellious Iriquois. Army after army fell before him. As the radioactive glow of Russia faded he realised that he was the last chance for humanity, and he pushed mightily against a people preoccupied with cleaning their wasted lands. The day would come, Squarking Turkey hoped, that man would be free again.

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