I continued to crush the enemy. I drove them away and trampled their dreams, cock-punched them, and then peed on their unconcious bodies after they were out. All this cock punching makes me...
Horny. Fortunately, an Irish army marches on its prostitutes...
... A habit which allows us to win further victories, making us even more aroused, and sire more bastards, and so on. Sex and victory; It's the circle of awesomeness.
Will these guys ever stop pissing me off? Man, I can't wait till we develop plutocracy, then I'll totally... wait, you mean I have to wait at least until EUII? Being king isn't so great sometimes.
Our steward died at age 80 or something like that. All this death is depressing. Let's get some more victory around here!!
Yes! I'm finally strong enough to proclaim myself king of Persia!
My disloyal relatives who'd seperated earlier finally return. Oh, how nice of them, it almost makes me forget the time they called me a wanghanger, tied me up, and took turns kicking me in the groin. It almost makes me forget that I also just paid off assassins to kill them.
Stay tuned.
