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Ayeshteni said:Ah but the Holy AARk is in Ethiopia is it not?
Aye.
That is why they won't find it (and I know your AARk is in Ethiopia cos' I've read a part of anonymous4401's AAR). Think about what would happen if Zombie Napolean found the AARk!
Oh and speaking of mr. anonymous - what's the deal with the "semi-lobster" thingy?
MikeZ said:
I think it's some kind of tribute to a loyal reader of his, going by the name Semi-Lobster.
Da Vinci was of course no match for Napoleon, he was lucky that Milo Rambaldi's order were away when he attacked
Hajji Giray I said:
How about Zombie King Zog when you get to Albania?
Another suggested Zombie Hero. You owe me compensation.
Sorry for the lack of activity (again) on my side folks. My mom has been doing the bills most of the day and I can hardly find the time to play, much less post. Rest assure I shall have another update by tommorow morning though.
Fool! It should clearly be Time Traveller King Zog, From The Future! To save Albania from a fate worse than even Italian annexation!
...invasion by Ethiopian droid warriors?anonymous4401 said:Fool! It should clearly be Time Traveller King Zog, From The Future! To save Albania from a fate worse than even Italian annexation!
Clearly Ethiopia should be represented by the power of the Ark of the Covenant, as wielded by Mad King Theodore.
But no, the threat is Zombie Napoleon! Or Cyborg-Zombie Genghis Khan, whoever gets there first.
But no, the threat is Zombie Napoleon! Or Cyborg-Zombie Genghis Khan, whoever gets there first.
anonymous4401 said:You're too young to drink, Yoy21!
If you reverse my age, I'm beyond old enough!
Sorry (AGAIN ) for the lack of activity, but I was grounded from the computer the other day, for watching my stepdad mow the lawn for 20 minutes instead of 30. (Apparently my dear mother thinks I don't know how to successfully push a cart across the grass) Now I have to go to cross country, (I'm horrible at it. This is the kind of thing my mother makes me do.) and after that 'll be ready to post an update.
) for the lack of activity, but I was grounded from the computer the other day, for watching my stepdad mow the lawn for 20 minutes instead of 30. (Apparently my dear mother thinks I don't know how to successfully push a cart across the grass) Now I have to go to cross country, (I'm horrible at it. This is the kind of thing my mother makes me do.) and after that 'll be ready to post an update.
anonymous4401 said:
Indeed. Although I suppose I can take comfort in the fact that I very well may outlive you.
Update's a comin' folks!
August 10, 1841
Torino, Italy
Torino, Italy
The mindless legions of Zombie Napoleon wandered aimlessly through the battered streets of Torino. The ground was littered with dead men and horses from both sides, evident of the horrendous battle that had been fought here. Even more dead men and machines lay strew about the plains outside of the city.
To the North and South, in Chambery and Nice, the beaten soldiers of Sardinia-Piedmont were in terrified retreat in the face of the Zombie Emperor's armies. The eyes of the world were upon France and its seemingly effortless victory.
Nevertheless, the Sardinia-Piedmontese still harbored a fire of resistance in their hearts. They would stop at nothing to see the French invaders beaten back. However, Bonaparte had discovered a much easier way to defeat his enemy than to kill every last one of them...
Imprisoned before him was the King of Sardinia-Piedmont, Charles Albert. In the Italian Kingdom, his word was law to the humble farmers or townsfolk. Napoleon would now turn that against him. Using his hypnotic power, the Undead Emperor first siezed control of the King's mind, and then amplified his brain waves to transmit to all of the Sardinia-Piedmontese: "Surrender. Drop your weapons. Submit to Napoleon. Surrender. Drop your weapons..."
All across the Italian Kingdom, soldiers and civilians alike had the flames of nationalistic resistance snuffed out of them. They were now among the many mindslaves of Zombie Napoleon...
August 15, 1841
Buckingham Palace, London
Buckingham Palace, London
The young messenger cautiously approached the throne. "Your Majesty...Sardinia-Piedmont has fallen to France. They have given up everything to Napoleon...their land, homes and their souls."
"That is...unfortunate," said an unseen voice. Wellington stepped out of the shadows in the Imperial Throne Room.
"Yes," another voice, this one from the throne itself, "unfortunate indeed."
Queen Victoria rose from the throne, and without warning, lightning sprang from her fingertips, striking the messenger in the chest. He was dead in an instant. The Queen of England turned to Wellington. She spoke slowly and clearly, "You will go to France. Find and destroy Napoleon at all costs. He must be stopped before more nations fall under French influence."
Wellington bowed. "Yes, your Majesty. And...by the way," he pointed at the charred corpse of the messenger, "was that really necessary?"
A cruel grin crossed Victoria's face. "No."
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