My apologies to my friend, Volksmarchall, and his masterpiece EU4 ARR on the rise fall of the Roman Civilization. My ARR surely will pale in comparison.
“One day, I’ve got to change that flag,” he said from the throne. I’m the emperor, I can do what I please.”
Despite his wishes Range was not to be left alone in his retirement. An old friend had been kidnapped, if you can call Farly a kid, anymore.
Range
As Range moved toward the throne, and Farly who stood before in chains, he thought he caught a familiar pose from someone he knew. He stared at the figure that was the Emperor, moving up the stairs to his throne within the palace. Even so, there was something strangely familiar about the figure even with his back turned. Speaking of being strange, the emperor was wearing of all things a Roman toga.
Farly
Farly lifted his hands to show them to Range, who stopped beside him. Then, leaning nearer to him, he whispered, “The man has gone mad.”
“No kidding,” said Range.
As the emperor took a seat upon his throne, Range recognized the man. It was Walcott, and he had gone mad.
Walcott
“Range, so glad that you could join us.”
“Louis, what’s this all about,” asked Range, “and, why are you sitting on the emperor’s throne?”
I need your help, Range,” he replied. “And, as for my sitting on the emperor’s throne...l am the emperor of New Constantinople.” He then, let loose with a loud diabolical laugh.
“Oh, brother,” said Range rolling his eyes in disbelief. “Now, what have we gotten ourselves in?”
“Louie has gone screwy,” Farly commented, as he looked at Range with his sad eyes.
BYZANTINE
Entry I
1399
Entry I
1399
“One day, I’ve got to change that flag,” he said from the throne. I’m the emperor, I can do what I please.”
Despite his wishes Range was not to be left alone in his retirement. An old friend had been kidnapped, if you can call Farly a kid, anymore.
Range
As Range moved toward the throne, and Farly who stood before in chains, he thought he caught a familiar pose from someone he knew. He stared at the figure that was the Emperor, moving up the stairs to his throne within the palace. Even so, there was something strangely familiar about the figure even with his back turned. Speaking of being strange, the emperor was wearing of all things a Roman toga.
Farly
Farly lifted his hands to show them to Range, who stopped beside him. Then, leaning nearer to him, he whispered, “The man has gone mad.”
“No kidding,” said Range.
As the emperor took a seat upon his throne, Range recognized the man. It was Walcott, and he had gone mad.
Walcott
“Range, so glad that you could join us.”
“Louis, what’s this all about,” asked Range, “and, why are you sitting on the emperor’s throne?”
I need your help, Range,” he replied. “And, as for my sitting on the emperor’s throne...l am the emperor of New Constantinople.” He then, let loose with a loud diabolical laugh.
“Oh, brother,” said Range rolling his eyes in disbelief. “Now, what have we gotten ourselves in?”
“Louie has gone screwy,” Farly commented, as he looked at Range with his sad eyes.
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