Ellas Imperialis - An applied Un-Orthodox Megali Idea - aka an unusual Greek AAR

[Shaytana]

PART 1 - The early reign of King Otto I - 1836 - to the early 1840s

Otto von Wittelsbach, 2nd son of Ludwig I of Bavaria, by grace of God King of the Helenes, awoke from troubled sleep realizing he had an unusual dream, or rather several. He had been dreaming all night, inexplicable dreams of managing trade sliders, converting farmers to craftsmen, and exploiting the economic system, all, he thought, portents of the future. His dreams did not make much sense, but then again he thought to himself, one of the key prerequisites of being a succesful monarch had to be the abillity to dream nonsensical dreams. Yes. he thought, a nonsensical policy can lead to greatness, for greatness is usualy made out of a great deal of nonsense. Smiling to himself, Otto decided the time was about right to start his country on the road to nonsensical greatness, so he looked forward to meeting his ministers. Everything was set for the moment of his life, which came a couple of hours later, when he gave the oddest speech of the century, a speech of unfetered progressive genious and icredible oratoric power, as historians would later put it, after they had imbibed themselves with enough liters of Metaxa.

"I have a dream."he said, in the most booming voice he could muster. "From the Black Sea to the Atlantic, from the Danube to the sands of the Sahara, an Empire shall rise again! The flame of Empire burns my breast, and it can not be smothered! (applause and cheering) We have an inevitable destiny, a historical destiny, for history is inevitable, and we are the true creators of the inevitable, in an inevitable way! (inevitable cheering) We shall achieve the inevitable, by using the inevitable, implementing the most inevitable of policies! (even more inevitable cheering) So, my friends, let me tell you what I have in mind. First of all, we need to reduce our spending! (slightly enthusiastic cheering - and dramatic pause)

I dream of factories. I dream of.....alcohol. I mean alcohol factories! (wild cheering) We shall all get drunk together! (incredibly loud cheering) Drunk with the taste of glory and success! (the crowd seems subdued by this but he continues immediately) Alcohol is the first step on the road to greatnes! We shall build an empire, on a foundation of glass, fruit and grain! Men are made of water, states are made of alcohol, and truly great empires will always be made out of great wine! (pause to bask in the adulation)

I dream. I dream of conquests and victories, of halowed Marathon, and glorious Salamina! For those days to come again, we must do one thing, oh yes we must do it. (everyone starts cheering in anticipation)
In order to have an invincible army....we must disband it! For if we have none, how can it be defeated? (everyone pauses in complete amazement, then they cheer anyway) God is not on the side of great battalions, oh no, God is on the side of inexplicable policies, for truly he manages the universe in inexplicable ways! And thus in order to achieve greatness, we must reach towards the inexplicable, and act in mysterious ways, and we shall reach towards the heavens, and glance the glory of the eternal! (applause)

And after we disband the army, we'll also go one step further, and replace our academic establishment! Education and quality alcohol, my friends, are the truest measures of a state's greatnes! And we shall be great, for we shall acomplish the incredible, we shall dream the impossible dream, and establish the most nonsensical policies we can imagine, for we shall dazzle the world with nonsense, and bask in the glory of our own benevolent magnificence, enhanced by a couple of glasses of good wine, that my friends, is my dream, and my dream is our destiny!"

(speech taken from "The Mad King Otto - Inevitable Destiny of the most Inevitable Kind" by Another Courthistorian)

What happened next is history, and a rather boring one at that. Factories were built, inexplicable policies implemented, and technologies were researched. Otto (who had been going slightly insane due to his tortous Alt-TAB disease he had been suffering from for years, a most insidious disease, that made his world collapse into darkness, on a regular basis) could be heard even more regularly screaming his lungs out:
"Give me Freedom of Trade or give me Death!"
His academics could not give him death, so they had to try and come up with a concept of "freedom of trade" and although, as mentioned in his speech, the whole establishment had to be changed, Otto got his wish, and so his screams changed to something more reasonable, usualy something about challenging the Sultan to a drinking contest, and his inescapable greatnes, due to the fact he would win this contest by default.

Mad King Otto was loved by his subjects, or rather some of his subjects, in a Greek sort of way, and thus he was a merry man, content with himself, and at peace with the universe. The most inexplicable policy decision of all, his subjects thought, was that such a peaceful man would build up a gigantic artillery industry.

After a short period of intense planning, Otto realized that the only way to go forward, was to go bankrupt So, not wanting to waste another minute, he set upon an economic program of "planned bankrupcy", also known as a "let us borrow the weight of our country in gold and never pay back the loans" program, for as he would argue with his ministers: "a little bit of bankrupcy never hurt anyone, anyway". The country was industrialized, at huge expense, and when the fateful day of the fulfilment of the planned bankrupcy program arrived Otto adressed his subjects:

"Let us rejoice my friends, for indeed we have cause to do so! Our impecably thought-out economic planning has led our glorious country to a constant horizontaly chalenged budget of the non-positive kind, and after hard, and valiant efforts we now have a negatively negative deficit, taken to the very limit of our posibilities given the macro-economic situation of the global economy!"

Besides this rather short, but inspiring speech, Otto started several public campaigns of "awareness improvement", also known as "indoctrination", campaigns sporting such slogans as "Bankrupcy is YOUR friend" and "Let's all go bankrupt, in a good way!". Historians have always argued wether these campaigns backfired or not, for a while later, on the 2nd of June 1844, Otto had to sign a Liberal Constitution. Denying reports, that he had been dragged kicking and screaming to the room where the Constitution was signed Otto would later declare to a journalist that: "Liberty is like a good wine." A few 20nth century historians add that, the journalist then asked: "What do you mean sire?", and Otto answered: "It is better kept in a deep cellar." Somewhat inexplicably, Otto's elaboration was not published in the original interview.
And while much had been originaly made of his Alcohol as the basis of the state doctrine, the inarguable fact remained it did not take long for it to alter, his views moving toward a more un-orthodox doctrine of : "You don't have bread to eat? Then eat Artillery".

When later asked about the freedoms granted to the Helenes, Otto would unknowingly quote an author he would never read, an American called Mark Twain: "It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and the prudence never to practice either of them."

[Shaytana]

Note - this game was one of experimentation, so Otto's policies, and then the policies of his succesors will not necesarily be the best, and almost never the most obvious. Suffice to say I will be doing some rather un-orthodox stuff, or at least not what a Greek player should do, as far as I'm concerned in order to get the best results out of the game - even so, the results will be worthy of legend A tragic legend, or a heroic one? Maybe both?We shall see

[Emre Yigit]

Good luck. Look forward to yr AAR.

[Shaytana]

thanks Emre You'll see Otto's policies exude class :P...eerr well not realy, but the world will soon see the greatnes of his achievements, as he makes Greece a superpower of the inexplicable kind.

[Shaytana]

Part 2 - A Pledge to Keep - Castles in the Sand

The Earth turned and the years passed, and Otto I the Merry, as his subjects called him, continued to rule with a velvet fist and an iron glove. Following the brilliant policy of planned bankrupcy, Greece recovered and soon started to make colossal amounts of money Otto had trouble finding a use for. Sometime in the late 1840s, after a long sleepless night of gazing at the latest world maps available, the great king collapsed into a joyful slumber for he knew what the most inexplicably brilliant of moves would be.

"Dear friends"he adressed the Royal Council the very next morning,"I have a dream!"
"Oh, no not again..."muttered Artavasdus,his Minister of War, who happened to be a perverse man, but gifted administrator none the less.
"What did you say?"asked the King.
"Errr...I meant: Oh, good, again!" replied the minister and the King smiled.
"When I was but a young unknowing lad, you know, before I realized that people can eat, drink and breathe artillery, I did pledge to you my fellow countrymen, that an Empire shall rise again, from the Black Sea to the Atlantic, from the Danube to the sands of the Sahara....and today, I shall fulfill the first part of my pledge."
The King paused, looking smug, then continued:
"If the Atlantic doesn't want to come to us, we'll come to the Atlantic!"(applause)
"There is a place, a place of wonder, oportunity, and countless riches! And, I Otto, your King know its location. It is called Ifni."
"Err, sire I've never heard of this place"complained Artavasdus.
"Well"said Otto sheepishly" you know it's south of Morroco...but it's a totally absolutely wonderous place, I assure you."
"But, isn't the Sahara kind of in that region sire? I mean wouldn't this place be a desert?"
"Bah, men make a place a desert, and men make one a paradise!"boomed the King.
"Oh, great so you mean you want us to colonize a desert?"
"What greater and more noble cause, than to battle the sands, defeat the elements, and assert humanity's victory over nature?"shouted the King excitedly. "Ifni my friends may be a desert, but why is acquiring a desert such a bad idea? I mean face it gentlemen, we lack a desert. I see no desert in our realm. Every self-respecting empire needs a desert. From Alexander Macedon to Napoleon, all great men had deserts at one time or another in their empires did they not? And are we not great? Are we not an Empire? No, gentlemen, we need our very own desert and that is that."

And that was that. The colonization of Ifni started at full speed, and meanwhile another discussion regarding colonization took place within the hallowed halls of the Royal Council:
"I've been looking at the maps again" (collective groans) "and I've come to realize that....we do not only need a desert but we need an island or two, preferably coming with their very own exotic names. We all know empires need a few exotic places, here and there to create an aura of mistery around the place no?
(pause- then changing his tone and line of thought suddenly)
We need to assert ourselves in the venue of our destiny! And, that venue my dear friends is....the Pacific."
At this a couple of ministers faint, a few lose their jaws, and the rest become suddenly awake.
"South of Japan, there is an island called Amami...unclaimed, unspoiled, unconquered....a true Virgin Island, my friends!"
"But sire, what will we use this island for?"
"Well, I sort of heard that, you know, naval bases are all the rage, and all that...We shall use it as our main naval base for our Invincible Pacific fleet!"
"But sire....we do not have a fleet!"
"We don't? Well, then we need one. Yes, I see this clearly now, we need a Pacific Fleet...everyone has an Atlantic or Mediteranean one...we shall prove our originality and greatness by having a Pacific one. Undisputed masters of the World's greatest ocean...that my friends is our destiny but before that... we shall plant the flag of My Majesty upon the soil of Amami, and henceforth we shall see that our manifest destiny, that is our conquest of the Pacific begins at full speed! Oh, and in order to achieve our goals, let us start an intensive mobilization program while we are at it. We need a few dozens divisions to battle the natives after all."

And so, our King began his programs of inexplicable expansion....Ifni was renamed the Royal Dominion of Lower Morroco, for Ifni did not sound quite right to Otto, and then these expansionistic policies would land him another wonderously marvelous desert, the Royal Dominion of Lower Algeria.

The King could often be seen building sand castles while explaining to his guests the marvelous qualities of the aforementioned substance. "If we could only conquer Switzerland, the King thought", then somehow ruin the entire clock industry, we could then establish a world monopoly on hourglasses, and using the sands of my domain, become the richest power in the world!" While dreaming of the potential of his dunes, time passed and everyone ignored the Merry King, for they all thought he was busy contemplating his latest mad sand related plan, for he could be heard muttering: "silicon chips, yes that is it" and so thinking that poor Otto was contemplating eating toxic potatoes, the world left him in peace, to build magnificent sand castles, and gather the dust of the Sahara.

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The Royal Dominions of Lower Morroco, and Lower Algeria (the Blue areas)
http://members.lycos.co.uk/shaytana/...rmorocoalg.JPG

[Shaytana]

Ok, and another update coming up.... Time to do a F. D. Roosevelt, and then sleep Hopefuly you'll recognize this one.

[Shaytana]

A Pledge to Keep - Lord of the Sands


While the world laughed at Otto's stated desire to be the undisputed master of the Pacific, his army grew and his fleet began to take shape, and in June 1857, the stage was set for Greece's manifest destiny to become apparent. The army was mobilized and part of it had embarked on the Invincible Pacific Fleet and left port, to shores unknown. And so on the 15th of June, Otto I, the Merry, King of the Helenes declared to the assembled crowd of palace hanger-ons, ministers, and sand castle architects:

"Today, June 15th, 1857, - a date which will live in comedy..errr infamy - the Invincible Pacific Fleet was suddenly and deliberately attacked by the coastal fortresses and naval forces of the Empire of Egypt. The attack on our Invincible Fleet has caused severe damage to the paint on our vessels, and due to the high prices of dyes on the world market, and the shortage of the aforementioned commodity, we estimate that the compensation that needs to be paid is to be equated with the entire territorial landmass of the Egyptian state.

No matter how long it will take to overcome this premeditated attempt to ruin the aestethic wholeness of our fleet, the Greek people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory. And so, since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Egypt on our peaceful fleet, a state of war has existed between the Kingdom of Greece and the Egyptian state. May God bless us all."

And so, the righteous wrath of the Greeks descended upon the Egyptians, and their allies Ethiopia. Historians have always speculated how an unplaned attack became so succesful, for the Greek forces stormed Crete, Cyprus and established beachheads on the Egyptian mainland with incredible ease. After defeating several laughable Egyptian attempts at defence, it became clear to a stunned world, that Otto, baring some form of divine intervention would soon complete the conquest.

And so, to make sure that no divine intervention would be forthcoming or rather if any divine intervention would become manifest, it would be on his side, Otto had a huge crowd gather near the Acropole, and prepared to give what many thought was going to be a customary speech.

Thousands of Greeks were amazed to see a changed King smile to them, in a beatific angelic way, but this particularly beatific smile, worthy of a Renaissance master, was not the source of their amazement. Dressed in black, with a red cross sewed upon his chest, their mighty King, once Otto the Merry, now Otto the Devout, as the small pamphlets of propaganda distributed to the crowds proclaimed, adressed them in a most saintly voice:
"Oh ye, of little faith! Oh ye race of sinners, oh ye fallen race, once mighty and strong! I say to you, as another great man once said: but if you are hindered by love of children, parents, or of wife, remember what the Lord says in the Gospel, `He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me', 'Every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my name's sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life."

"Eh, what's he talking about?' asked Illiterates Unedocatou, one of the sand castle builders.
"I think this is His Majesty's way of saying: I'm gonna mobilize some more divisions so forget about your families we'll send you to build sand castles in Ethiopia or some similar place." answered Another Liberalopolous, one of the sand castle project co-ordinators, but before they could speculate any further Otto continued:

"As Urban II called the people of the faith, to rise against the infidel, so do I call you today! Holy Jerusalem, awaits us to make it once more a land of wine and money! Errr...milk and honey! We shall smite the infidel wherever we may find him, and raise the banners of the Cross, over the lands of the unbelievers, we shall marshall our forces and we shall never forget the unforgetable words of the unforgoten Pope Urban II:

Let none of your possessions retain you, nor solicitude for your family affairs. For this land which you inhabit, shut in on all sides by the seas and surrounded by the mountain peaks, is too narrow for your large population; nor does it abound in wealth; and it furnishes scarcely food enough for its cultivators. Hence it is that you murder and devour one another, that you wage war, and that very many among you perish in intestine strife."

Strange words thought Another Liberalopolous, for Greece was patheticaly under-populated, but before he could tell that to Illiterates Unedocatou, the huge crowd of Conservatopolouses around him erupted into wild cheering. The speech dragged on, and the cheering for the new Crusade continued well into the night.


The Crusader armies entered Jerusalem on the 25th of August 1858, and a few months later, that is to say in March 1859, after the righteous armies of the Cross had subdued the infidel-loving heretics of Ethiopia, Egypt was itself officialy annexed, and thus Otto could style himself : King of Jerusalem, Egypt and the Hellenes, Lord of Lower Algeria and Lower Morroco, and Queen of Sheba. Being mightily pleased with this last one of his titles, Otto settled to put his new conquests in order. Eradicating corruption, and rail road building became his hobbies, but it is also during this time that Greece became the Santa Clause of international politics, that is to say Otto sent gifts left and right, on a regular basis.

"Oh no, I'm not a bad boy, I'm Santa Clause" he would tell foreign amabassadors, and amazingly enough they believed him.
This enlightened policy of gift giving brought Otto a great many temporary friends, and a multitude of admirers, and he could enjoy building magnificent sand-castle complexes in his newly aquired lands, for quite some time, till a fateful message came from the British Empire...but that is a story for another time.

[todorp]

GREAT! very funny AAR
can we have screenshots?

[Shaytana]

yes, here's a screenshot before I go to sleep its 7!!! in the morning here and I haven't slept

- Africa and the Greek Empire sometime before the fateful message from the Brits - notice the 2 Blue states that shouldn't be there

http://members.lycos.co.uk/shaytana/hpbimg/empire1o.jpg

[Shaytana]

Since people are not interested in this aar, this next update, coming now, after i put some screenshots up and link 'em, will be the last one, after which the aar will be /canned. In this final, hurried, update, we shall see Otto do a Churchill, thank you Winston for a most wonderous speech the Mad King destroys, and a mini-Chamberlain. So, this is the end for Mad King Otto the Merilly Devout.

[Shaytana]

Of Dust and Glory - The End of the reign of Otto I


After the Greek conquest of Egypt and Ethiopia, the Empire of the Sand enjoyed peace, for a while. Many still wondered why the beatific Otto continued to expand his mobilization resources and Invincible Pacific Fleet....and when the order to mobilize again came and troops started to gather, people began to think that this could indeed be the time of glory. A great many Conservatopoulouses, gathered in a multitude of churches and listened to fiery sermons, and cheered the idea of retaking Constantinople and smashing the Ottoman Empire in the process. Otto himself declared to the press:

"The time of glory is at hand! Many a year ago I've told you of a time when an Empire shall rise again, from the Black Sea to the Atlantic, from the Danube to the sands of the Sahara! Well my friends, that time fast aproaches! We have gathered the dusts of this world, and forged them into a magnificent edifice of empire! All empires with time, become dust, but we can proudly say that our empire was dust itself from the very begining! (confused cheering)

And so everyone started to assume that the tremendously tremendous military buildup was to soon be directed against the hated Ottomans, whom it has to be said were starting to suffer from a new war with the Russians. And then , as the newly formed Crusader Armies of Liberation were preparing to embark on the Invincible Pacific Fleet, the fateful message from the British Empire arrived. It read something like this:

"To the most estimeed, and honorable Queen of Sheba, would you be a nice chap/lass and join our millitary alliance against the Russians, and maybe redirect your Invincible Pacific fleet towards the Crimea?"

Otto could never resist being adressed as Queen of Sheba, and thus with a warmed heart, he assembled his ministers, and the usual crowd of sand-castle builders and boomed:

I spoke the other day of the colossal military disaster which occurred when the Ottoman High Command failed to withdraw their Northern Armies from Ardahan, at the moment when they knew that the Otoman front was decisively broken. This delay entailed the loss of quite a few Otoman divisions and threw out of action for the critical period the whole of the British Expeditionary Force. When we consider the heroic resistance made by the Otoman Army against heavy odds in this battle, the enormous losses inflicted upon the enemy and the evident exhaustion of the enemy, we were delighted, I mean horrified to see the Ottoman front in such an in-glorious situation.

We have, in this our country, today a very large and powerful military force. This force comprises all our best-trained and our finest troops, including scores of thousands of those who have already measured their quality against our old vicious enemies, err i mean our brave Dominion people, and found themselves at no disadvantage. We have also over here Dominions armies. And these very high-class native forces from the Dominions will now take part in the defence of the Holy Mother Country.

"Defence, but no one attacked us!" wailed Illiterates Unedocatou, but before he could continue the King boomed:

"We all know that a pro-active policy of defense is always the best. Our great military experts have concluded that Russia holds a great many a stockpile of weapons of small mass distruction! This my friends can not be tolerated. While the vile Russians remain armed with these weapons of small mass distruction, and in the service of a tyranical dictator, the civilized world can not be safe from opression and tirany!

We also know from the Holy Bible, that striking your brother is a most historical enterprise. We are a righteous Cain, my friends, and as a once proud Sultan of Dulkadir once argued that it is better to strike your brother than a foreigner, so shall we too do in our hour of need, for it is better to crush our fammily, and be the masters of our own domain, than lords of foreign places.
Every man and every woman will have the chance to show the finest qualities of their race, and render the highest service to their cause. For all of us, at this time, whatever our sphere, our station, our occupation or our duties, it will be a help to remember the famous lines:

He always did the common and the mean,
Upon the memorable scene.

Errr I mean:

He nothing common did or mean,
Upon that memorable scene.

I expect that the Battle of Crimea is about to begin. Upon this battle depends the survival of Christian civilization. Upon it depends our own Greek way of life, and the long continuity of our institutions and our Empire. The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us. The Russian Tsar knows that he will have to break us or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands, filled with tremendously beautiful sand-castles. But if we fail, then the whole world, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science, one devoid of love for the sands.

Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties and so bear ourselves that, if the Greek Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, 'This was their meanest, uh, finest hour.'

And this was indeed their finest hour. Operation Ensurring Inexplicable Freedom was launched, and the Greek forces landed in the Crimea, and by the end of December 1860, they had broken the Russian front.

The Front in November:
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The Front in December:
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As the Greek juggernaut continued to steamroll over the Russians, another war was being fought in western Europe.

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Seeing no end to their sorrow the Russians decided to offer Otto Alaska in order to pull out of the war, but before Otto could agree, and he had wanted to, for he thought Dominions on the North American continent would've made his Empire a truly global one, not to mention the King had been long contemplating building snow-men instead of sand-castles, and creating a monopoly of ice cubes on the world market, Artavasdus, the perverse gifted administrator hit him on the head, and as the King collapsed into darkness the offer was refused. Blaming his sudden loss of counsciousness on his Alt-TAB disease Otto saw the light, after a prolongued attack of darkness and decided to continue the war, a war which ended in late 1862, with a peace that made Otto declare:

"My friends, the day has come! Our Empire now...well technically speaking sort of stretches from the Black Sea to the Atlantic, from the Danube to the sands of the Sahara!"

"But sire," Thomas Unbelievaroupolus "are you sure about the Danube part?"

"Yes, I am, look at the map man, our newly aquired province of Chisinau...there see the Danube?"

"Uh, but sire, isn't the map sort of wrong?"

"WRONG? Are you implying that a map printed by the Holy Office of Imperial Awareness Improvement could be WRONG?"

"Errr, no sire, of course not, but the Holy Office of Popaganda, errr Imperial Awareness Improvement also has the Wallachian Capital listed as Braila so..."

"Nonsense, do shut up my poor deluded fellow, our maps are most excelent, and while some things might seem inexplicable, you have to remember my reign is also an inexplicably inexplicable one!"

"Errr, yes my Queen of Sheeba."said Thomas Unbelievaroupolus knowing perfectly well that this would placate the King.

With a huge grin on his face, the Queen of Sheba, now also King of The Assorted Lands of the Northern Black Sea concluded:

"And so my friends I have kept my pledge. We have built an Empire, and fought the war to end all wars!!"

Holding a piece of paper aloft, namely, the Russian Peace Treaty, which he had signed in Munich, Otto boomed his most memorable, and last great cry:

"WE HAVE PEACE IN OUR TIME!"


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The Greek Empire shortly after the end of the reign of Otto I the Sand King.

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[Apollon]

i only discovered your AAR now. it's sad that this was the last episode of it. i loved it so far, and that's quite a compliment, since i'm usually bored by AARs.
it was very very fun!

[tuna]

Ditto, brilliantly written and very fun to read --- too bad that was the last installment

[Emre Yigit]

You're nuts!

Don't stop now!

[Lord_Robertus]

Well that was an interesting read. What was the difficultly level?

[todorp]

Great reading! Keep on.
Why you didn't conquer all the uncivilized countries and then take care of Turkey, but you attack Russia?

[Zhai]

Very enjoyment to read

Sad that it will be the last installment

[Tunch Khan]

very nice work, keep up the good work please.

[Folc de Cardona]

Originally Posted by Shaytana

Alcohol is the first step on the road to greatnes! We shall build an empire, on a foundation of glass, fruit and grain! Men are made of water, states are made of alcohol, and truly great empires will always be made out of great wine!

So many trues in so few sentences. This man really deserves to rule an empire

[Keravnos]

Please don't stop now...

On the other hand, When I get hold of Vicky, I 'll know what to do!