~Part 7: The Big Bar Blob~Meanwhile, back at the ranch, France is falling apart. Day by day, the minors around it swarm over its twisted carcass and force more land from the the BBB. Champagne erupted to our immediate west, and it was mere minutes before our armies, having arrived from northern Bar, tramped across their land and into Cambray.
Soon the French were reeling and gasping in the dust, and the victoglorious Barroise armies seized their trophies.
In Northern Bar, the Lemurians decided to submit to our awesomeness by sending 8000 men to annihilate the Rebellions. Then they further acknowledged our superiority by sending us an Alliance proposal. Naturally we accepted, though we dirtied our BAReeches by stooping so low.
Elsewhere the Trollemians were overrun by the BARBARic Ostriches. Ominous is the word; facing down the Ostriches in future will be trouble.
Even further from glorious Bar, the Kingdom of Baragon had been, at some point, bought out by Paradox Interactive. Johan himself now ruled Catalunya. If only Bar could get in on that kind of action.