It's the year 1444. I sit upon a throne of glass, surrounded by three other nations of similar size. I, however, have the advantage.
I'm far more fabulously pink than they are. Those posers are all in such horrible drab arrays of mild red, browns, and even a turquoise. Hideous. The world must be prefect, for all should be the beautiful pink it was meant to be, no?
First order of business; seduce the pope. No way I'm going to be able to take out all the other Christians without becoming the "lapdog" of the powerhouse of Theocracy. Step two, angrily stare at the little turquoise eye-stain as it stays allied with France. Step three, pick out which of my neighbors is the lesser threat.
It's so blatantly obvious, the weakest one is definitely the one with the drabbest of all colors. The first to fall before our mighty tidal wave shall definitely be Switzerland. With them beneath our boot, we'll be able to move towards higher goals.
Oh look! It's Ludovico!
Truly, a kinder man was never known. Our almighty duke shall bring us glory by showing us exactly how to win:
We yell at them angrily until they wet themselves with fear. His son keeps attempting to tell him that he should "actually develop the lesser provinces", but how could he possibly focus on this with the new looming Swiss threat that he had just decided needed to be dealt with? There were far more important matters at hand now, Amedeo.
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It took three seconds.
Three whole seconds and they already throw themselves at my feet.
I knew that we were beautiful, but apparently we are also awe inspiring.
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First order of business; seduce the pope. No way I'm going to be able to take out all the other Christians without becoming the "lapdog" of the powerhouse of Theocracy. Step two, angrily stare at the little turquoise eye-stain as it stays allied with France. Step three, pick out which of my neighbors is the lesser threat.
It's so blatantly obvious, the weakest one is definitely the one with the drabbest of all colors. The first to fall before our mighty tidal wave shall definitely be Switzerland. With them beneath our boot, we'll be able to move towards higher goals.
Oh look! It's Ludovico!
Truly, a kinder man was never known. Our almighty duke shall bring us glory by showing us exactly how to win:
We yell at them angrily until they wet themselves with fear. His son keeps attempting to tell him that he should "actually develop the lesser provinces", but how could he possibly focus on this with the new looming Swiss threat that he had just decided needed to be dealt with? There were far more important matters at hand now, Amedeo.
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It took three seconds.
Three whole seconds and they already throw themselves at my feet.
I knew that we were beautiful, but apparently we are also awe inspiring.
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