So this was hell? The King of Georgia blinked and looked around. It wasn’t really what he expected. There weren’t any whips, tearing of the flesh from bones, or even searing of eyeballs going on. It wasn’t even that hot. Also, who were all these other guys sitting around looking bored? Just what the hell was going on here...in hell? Now if that pointy tailed guy with the horns holding a toy pitchfork made of plastic would just be quiet for a moment, maybe he’d get some answers. Surely this couldn’t be The Devil.
“…and remember we have rules here. There will be no…”
The King coughed loudly.
“Yes? Yeah, you in the black and gray, do you have a question?” the little devil squeaked while trying to sound tough.
“What gives around here mr. devil? I mean who are you, who are these guys”, the King points at the other men, “and what is up with the heat? Can you turn it up? I’m getting a little cold.”
The devil’s tail twitched nervously as he wondered what he had to get stuck on this particular assignment. Why couldn’t he have gotten a cushy job like the last time? A little smile crossed his lips as he thought about that tour with Black Sabbath. Now that had been fun. They had even let him play the drums once on their We Sold Our Soul For Rock and Roll album. This on the other hand…
“Okay, okay. I was going to get to all of that in a few minutes. Since you asked though, I’ll explain it all now. I’m Nicodeamus, minor but soon to be major” his chest puffs out slightly, “devil at your service. These other guys” he looks around the room, “are badboys like you. I’ll have you know that you’re only a pup amongst these wolves by the way. Not even invading Europe.” The little devil snorts indignantly and starts to read a list of names as he points out a few of the individuals from the small crowd assembled, “kurtbrian, Mr. BadBoy himself; MrT, that ain’t red paint on his hands; Carolus Rex, just a kid but he’s a killer already; Roland Deschain; not really a BB but he did turn Spain, Italy, and Ireland into Muslim lands – evil enough to get him included with this bunch; boehm, he comes in peace – ha!; Prufrock451; the alien specialist; Warspite; one of the legends; Secret Master; the guy writes commandments but don’t be fooled – he works for us..." The list goes on for quite a while.
"Not much I can do about the heat. We’re trying to conserve energy down here these days. Budget cutbacks and all.
Now where was I? Oh yes, a little more information. If the old hands could just be patient for a minute, I’ll explain how this whole thing works to the newcomer.” The devil rolls his eyes and looks with mock scorn at the King of Georgia. “You all have been identified as really evil and nasty SOB’s. The kind of people we need working for us. In the old days we would have just beaten you, ripped your eyes out, burned you alive…you know, the typical thing. This is the new century though and we’ve got to keep up with the times. It’s far more efficient to recycle our worst villains back into the world and have them spread death and destruction. It’s good for business. Sends a lot of souls into our coffers you know - that sort of thing.
Anyway, each of you will be given the power to possess the rulers of certain countries. Once you’ve done that, you’ll be able to lead them into war after war and kill millions. Of course if you don’t like that plan, there is always the eye searing, burning, etc. to fall back on. Also, if you louse your assignment up, we’ll make you suffer even more. The old carrot and the stick idea.”
The devil grins evilly as he pauses for a minute before assigning countries to each of them. The former Georgian King shifts nervously as all of the good nations are being taken. Finally the devil gets to him, “A real doozie here. I think you’ll like it. It’ll be Bourbonnais for our man from Georgia. As far as I know, we haven’t sent anyone there before on a dedicated full time mission – although we probably should have. This little country has some real potential to light things up in France. Your charge will be to unite all of the provinces having French culture under the Bourbonnais banner. I'll be checking in on you periodically. Okay folks, you’ve got your assignments. It’s time to head out.”
“You have another question?”
“Uh, yes sir monsieur devil. I notice you didn’t mention Peter Ebbesen?”
The devil gasps, “You know the Big Guy himself? Oh my!”
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OOC: Okay, a little more information. I was looking around for a country to play in my spare time now that I’ve wrapped up the Georgia AAR. I haven’t played any of the French minors before so I set my eye on Bourbonnais since they seemed to be in a good position to expand. After I made my selection, I checked the LibrAARy just to see if an AAR had been written on that country so I could get some gaming tips. I didn’t see an AAR…other than MrT’s wonderful and inspired part-time play during One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer. While hilariously entertaining, it doesn't offer much in the way of applicable tips after the first round for playing Bourbonnais full-time...well...other than don't drink Bourbon whle doing it.
I thought it would be helpful to have a full-time AAR done for them.
Sooo...I’ve decided to write a little lighthearted AAR to let you know how I make out with them. I haven’t seriously played any of the French minors before other than flaming out immediately 3 times a few months ago with Orleans.
I hope you enjoy the ride with me. This will be a play and post as I go AAR in the I did this, this, and then this style with a little humor thrown in. If I make it big, you get to cheer me on. If I crash and burn, I will dodge the incoming tomatoes.
I will finish out the AAR but updates may be a little sporadic as business trips and other RL events interfere.
“…and remember we have rules here. There will be no…”
The King coughed loudly.
“Yes? Yeah, you in the black and gray, do you have a question?” the little devil squeaked while trying to sound tough.
“What gives around here mr. devil? I mean who are you, who are these guys”, the King points at the other men, “and what is up with the heat? Can you turn it up? I’m getting a little cold.”
The devil’s tail twitched nervously as he wondered what he had to get stuck on this particular assignment. Why couldn’t he have gotten a cushy job like the last time? A little smile crossed his lips as he thought about that tour with Black Sabbath. Now that had been fun. They had even let him play the drums once on their We Sold Our Soul For Rock and Roll album. This on the other hand…
“Okay, okay. I was going to get to all of that in a few minutes. Since you asked though, I’ll explain it all now. I’m Nicodeamus, minor but soon to be major” his chest puffs out slightly, “devil at your service. These other guys” he looks around the room, “are badboys like you. I’ll have you know that you’re only a pup amongst these wolves by the way. Not even invading Europe.” The little devil snorts indignantly and starts to read a list of names as he points out a few of the individuals from the small crowd assembled, “kurtbrian, Mr. BadBoy himself; MrT, that ain’t red paint on his hands; Carolus Rex, just a kid but he’s a killer already; Roland Deschain; not really a BB but he did turn Spain, Italy, and Ireland into Muslim lands – evil enough to get him included with this bunch; boehm, he comes in peace – ha!; Prufrock451; the alien specialist; Warspite; one of the legends; Secret Master; the guy writes commandments but don’t be fooled – he works for us..." The list goes on for quite a while.
"Not much I can do about the heat. We’re trying to conserve energy down here these days. Budget cutbacks and all.
Now where was I? Oh yes, a little more information. If the old hands could just be patient for a minute, I’ll explain how this whole thing works to the newcomer.” The devil rolls his eyes and looks with mock scorn at the King of Georgia. “You all have been identified as really evil and nasty SOB’s. The kind of people we need working for us. In the old days we would have just beaten you, ripped your eyes out, burned you alive…you know, the typical thing. This is the new century though and we’ve got to keep up with the times. It’s far more efficient to recycle our worst villains back into the world and have them spread death and destruction. It’s good for business. Sends a lot of souls into our coffers you know - that sort of thing.
Anyway, each of you will be given the power to possess the rulers of certain countries. Once you’ve done that, you’ll be able to lead them into war after war and kill millions. Of course if you don’t like that plan, there is always the eye searing, burning, etc. to fall back on. Also, if you louse your assignment up, we’ll make you suffer even more. The old carrot and the stick idea.”
The devil grins evilly as he pauses for a minute before assigning countries to each of them. The former Georgian King shifts nervously as all of the good nations are being taken. Finally the devil gets to him, “A real doozie here. I think you’ll like it. It’ll be Bourbonnais for our man from Georgia. As far as I know, we haven’t sent anyone there before on a dedicated full time mission – although we probably should have. This little country has some real potential to light things up in France. Your charge will be to unite all of the provinces having French culture under the Bourbonnais banner. I'll be checking in on you periodically. Okay folks, you’ve got your assignments. It’s time to head out.”
“You have another question?”
“Uh, yes sir monsieur devil. I notice you didn’t mention Peter Ebbesen?”
The devil gasps, “You know the Big Guy himself? Oh my!”
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** ***** *****
OOC: Okay, a little more information. I was looking around for a country to play in my spare time now that I’ve wrapped up the Georgia AAR. I haven’t played any of the French minors before so I set my eye on Bourbonnais since they seemed to be in a good position to expand. After I made my selection, I checked the LibrAARy just to see if an AAR had been written on that country so I could get some gaming tips. I didn’t see an AAR…other than MrT’s wonderful and inspired part-time play during One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer. While hilariously entertaining, it doesn't offer much in the way of applicable tips after the first round for playing Bourbonnais full-time...well...other than don't drink Bourbon whle doing it.
I thought it would be helpful to have a full-time AAR done for them.Sooo...I’ve decided to write a little lighthearted AAR to let you know how I make out with them. I haven’t seriously played any of the French minors before other than flaming out immediately 3 times a few months ago with Orleans.
I hope you enjoy the ride with me. This will be a play and post as I go AAR in the I did this, this, and then this style with a little humor thrown in. If I make it big, you get to cheer me on. If I crash and burn, I will dodge the incoming tomatoes.
I will finish out the AAR but updates may be a little sporadic as business trips and other RL events interfere.
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