Is this a dream now? Do I just come to this world for a few hours every now and then to take a break from my harsh life? According to this, I haven't posted in ten days. It's been probably over a hundred years for me. I spent a few weeks in Paris, a war on the moon, a troubling time in industrializing Peru, and so much else. I was exctited to go to sleep last time, but now I hope not to wake up. All I do is come back to this simple, noneventful life. I can get so little done before I leave again. Just three nights ago I witnessed the Chinese invade Iceland with guns and cannons. They were the first to invent gunpowder, afterall.
Oh yes, I did find one thing out (okay, a lot of things actually. But this is a big one. Well actually... nevermind). Katanas are really overrated as the "best" swords ever. I won't deny they are formidable weapons, but they are only good against and for what they were designed for. Shields is not one of those things. I lead a Viking invasion into Japan. The ONLY reason I believed it succeeded is because the Japanese (especially their Samurai) were not prepared to fight shield wielding foes. It was something that just didn't happen there. And their swords weren't the best against armor. They were designed to be used primarily against opponents with little or no armor. And against enemies like that, their swords were great! A little to good, actually. Our lessly equiped brethren were slaughtered. But chainmail really is good at stopping even the most solid of slashes... but anyway, that's all in the past. Never wear over a hundred pounds of equipment in a marsh during an earthquake and volcanic eruption. You can probably guess how the invasion ended...
Now, to spend these last few hours in this dream.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Games
Leaving every night has become normal to me now. When I wake up somewhere else, it's like I'm in a game. I can take over the world. Become rich. Fight an army. Then wake up, safe and sound, in my bed.
That's what last night felt like again, a game. I awoke in a small tribe. There was snow, cold, lack of resources, war, ect. It was winter, and this was a small tribe. This tribe was in the harshest land in an already tough place. This tribe was small as I said, the smallest. But it wasn't small just because of the lack of resources, harsh weather, and war. That was only a small part. The reason why this tribe was so small... was because it was a tribe of assassins. Their training was intense; only the strongest survived. As soon as I opened my eyes while laying in the snow, they heard me breathing. The whole village seemed to be upon me in moments. I would have been made a slave, if it weren't for my "superior skill" in "infiltrating" the camp. Apparently they thought I got in there intentionally.
Anyway, they trained me as one of them. The most advanced piece of technology they had was metal blades it seemed. That was the same for all the tribes in this area. I'm guessing we were either in northern Russia area or Greenland. I really don't know. But there were no flamethrowers with the ice this time. It was my job to "soften" the enemy tribes. It seemed like an arcade game. At one point, in order to get close to their chief in time, I had to allowed myself to be captured by a large tribe. I was escorted by about a dozen warriors in full combat gear, and they had taken all my weapons and armor. The only allowed me to keep my boots and basic clothes. It was cold without all my other coats and gear on! I was then brought into a tent that had at least another two dozen warriors inside and surrounding it. Once I saw the chief, game over for them. Within five minutes, over 30 warriors, and their chief, lay dead. I came back home in the garments of a king after than mission.
In case you happen to be wondering why our tribe didn't just go out and defeat all the tribes at once, it's because we were highly outnumbered. The smallest of tribes had at least a dozen families. And by family, I don't just mean a father, mother and a few kids. I mean the great grandparents, their siblings, all of their kids, and their kids kids, and their kids kids kids. A single family, at times, could be comprised of over a hundred people. Sometimes a lot more. The larger tribe, like the one I just told you of in my story, contained over thirty families. Some of these families were a lot smaller, meaning less then twenty people, but that's still a lot.
Our tribed had only three families. And these families were small. Every other tribe knew how dangerous we were, so we could never stay in one place or else all the tribes would find us and wipe us out. We were the only thing that united them. Even against the smallest of tribes were outnumbered at least ten to one. And there were dozens of tribes. It sure did make battles interesting...
That's all for today. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight...
That's what last night felt like again, a game. I awoke in a small tribe. There was snow, cold, lack of resources, war, ect. It was winter, and this was a small tribe. This tribe was in the harshest land in an already tough place. This tribe was small as I said, the smallest. But it wasn't small just because of the lack of resources, harsh weather, and war. That was only a small part. The reason why this tribe was so small... was because it was a tribe of assassins. Their training was intense; only the strongest survived. As soon as I opened my eyes while laying in the snow, they heard me breathing. The whole village seemed to be upon me in moments. I would have been made a slave, if it weren't for my "superior skill" in "infiltrating" the camp. Apparently they thought I got in there intentionally.
Anyway, they trained me as one of them. The most advanced piece of technology they had was metal blades it seemed. That was the same for all the tribes in this area. I'm guessing we were either in northern Russia area or Greenland. I really don't know. But there were no flamethrowers with the ice this time. It was my job to "soften" the enemy tribes. It seemed like an arcade game. At one point, in order to get close to their chief in time, I had to allowed myself to be captured by a large tribe. I was escorted by about a dozen warriors in full combat gear, and they had taken all my weapons and armor. The only allowed me to keep my boots and basic clothes. It was cold without all my other coats and gear on! I was then brought into a tent that had at least another two dozen warriors inside and surrounding it. Once I saw the chief, game over for them. Within five minutes, over 30 warriors, and their chief, lay dead. I came back home in the garments of a king after than mission.
In case you happen to be wondering why our tribe didn't just go out and defeat all the tribes at once, it's because we were highly outnumbered. The smallest of tribes had at least a dozen families. And by family, I don't just mean a father, mother and a few kids. I mean the great grandparents, their siblings, all of their kids, and their kids kids, and their kids kids kids. A single family, at times, could be comprised of over a hundred people. Sometimes a lot more. The larger tribe, like the one I just told you of in my story, contained over thirty families. Some of these families were a lot smaller, meaning less then twenty people, but that's still a lot.
Our tribed had only three families. And these families were small. Every other tribe knew how dangerous we were, so we could never stay in one place or else all the tribes would find us and wipe us out. We were the only thing that united them. Even against the smallest of tribes were outnumbered at least ten to one. And there were dozens of tribes. It sure did make battles interesting...
That's all for today. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight...
Friday, April 15, 2011
Light up the darkness!
Booyah! Last night I invented the flamethrower.... in the middle of the Dark Age. Well... I wouldn't say Dark Age. It was just rather dim. But still. We never quite had enough fuel to melt the stone walls, but we could still get a lot done. A sky full of arrows vs a line of flamethrowers is VERY interesting. Especially when we launch a volley of arrows then doused them while they flew. They "cannons" were something to. They were really fire spitters. Oh yeah, I nearly forgot to tell you. This was in modern Alaska, approximately. For some of it. Shooting flames while standing on ice... yeah, bad idea. The only way it could have been better is if we rode whales. Oh wait, we did.
Anyway, that's all for today. So tell people about this. I want to have my readers try and fill in the gaps on my posts. How do YOU think we rode whales?
Anyway, that's all for today. So tell people about this. I want to have my readers try and fill in the gaps on my posts. How do YOU think we rode whales?
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Gangs, Ninjas, A Moon, and Mother
So obviously I'm not posting everyday anymore. Reporting EVERY single dream in this high detail every night gets so tedious, especially when there are other things I want/need to do in my limited hours here. One of which was making a facebook page for this (Yes, I really HAD to do that). Check it out here: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/I-Dreamed-A-Reality/
Like it, share it, all the good stuff. I want more people to be reading this. Makes all my troubles at least not seem so unnoticed...
Okay, a few highlights from the last couple of weeks. 1930's gangwars. Except... they were world wide and went into the 60's. It wasn't entirely my fault either!
Ninjas. Kansas. No rainbows. And Canadians. That one still leaves me wondering...
The Japanese came in again. They were the first ones to the moon. And they started World War III. In 2034. Technology was a little behind... at least in terms of the space race. The Americans never made it in, the Russians barely.
Imagine a Skynet called Mother. A good Skynet. Until it gets hacked. More high calibre weapons for me!
That's pretty much the good stuff so far. I'll probably be doing short posts like this more often.
Anyway, comment, share, TELL PEOPLE!
Like it, share it, all the good stuff. I want more people to be reading this. Makes all my troubles at least not seem so unnoticed...
Okay, a few highlights from the last couple of weeks. 1930's gangwars. Except... they were world wide and went into the 60's. It wasn't entirely my fault either!
Ninjas. Kansas. No rainbows. And Canadians. That one still leaves me wondering...
The Japanese came in again. They were the first ones to the moon. And they started World War III. In 2034. Technology was a little behind... at least in terms of the space race. The Americans never made it in, the Russians barely.
Imagine a Skynet called Mother. A good Skynet. Until it gets hacked. More high calibre weapons for me!
That's pretty much the good stuff so far. I'll probably be doing short posts like this more often.
Anyway, comment, share, TELL PEOPLE!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
High Calibre
I haven't been around a computer recently. I was starting to get confused between this reality and my... other realities. I traveled into the mountains for a few days (to also practice some things). As you can probably guess, I went someplace new each time. These were all more recent though. You could probably guess by the title. And maybe even from the change in style of the blog (notice the new background?)
There are to many places to tell you about, but I'll tell you about the one that had the biggest impact.
The world had been split up into two basic types of people 1) those who were very wealthy, had better technology, little land, limited resources, and a love for shiny things then 2) those who didn't have quite as much monetary wealth, lesser education on average, vast tracks of land, loads of raw resources, and a love for explosions and, um... high calibre weapons. There were two solid factions or anything, but several dozen countries of varying sizes. There was a basic divide between money/science/politics vs resources/military/power. Every country leaned towards one grouping or another, and countries of similar type lived in closer proximity to each other. For awhile they still fought each other, but as time went on, the two types became more extreme.
The former had, as I said, less land and resources but made up for it in advanced technology (plasma/laser type weapons, basic shields and cloaks, advanced flight, very energy effecient, ect.) They also had a very democratic type goverment, since most of the countries were small enough for that to work. I will simply call these the Strategists, because that is what they were called during the war.
The latter type had much, much more land (some of the smaller countries were as big as several other Stategist countries) and undeterminable amounts of raw resources. To make up for their lack of science know-how, they made guns that shot very big bullets and explosives very fast; and they made very tough armor by strapping lots of metal to things. They relied heavily on numbers and firepower to win. Most had a very fuedal type of goverment. I will call them the Warlords, as they were called during the war.
There were different alliances and minor wars between all countries at first, but as the lines between Strategist and Warlord type increased, countries similar to each other began to put aside their differences to fight countries that may have even been on the other side of the planet. Similar countries made more and more alliances; they formed large coallitions. Coallitions began allying with each other. Before long, there were only two sides. I came in during the period where the last Coallitions allied. When I came into the scene, there were seven major Alliances. Within three months, there were only two. It wasn't long before the two sides clashed.
The Warlords began impressing any abled body person to train in the military. They had five branches, known as Sea Force (essentially the Navy), Air Force (take a guess), Common Force (Army, where I was drafted into), Attack Force (Marines; are you getting tired of "Force" in every branch name too?), and the Suicide Force (was originally called the Space Force, but space technology for military purposes is so expermintal that if you join, you would likely die). We were given loads of body armor, ammo, explosives, guns, vehicles, boosters (chemical stimulants), and pretty much any other type of military equipment that spoke "Brute Force". I once even used a gun mounted to a tri-barrell tank (yes, you read that right. And each barrell was about a foot in diameter) that fired shotgun rounds filled with ARMOR PIERCING EXPLOSIVE BUCKSHOT at a rate of 2,000 rounds a minute! And this was a single barrell gun too, not even a gatlin gun type (which they had upto 27 barrells on). There were SO many large guns there I could go on about them for days. But I'll tell you about one of my favorites.
My favorite was invented to be able to take out quick, cloaked, shielded, heavily armored enemy vehicles with one shot while barey having to aim. The gun was so deadly that we had to invent an entire robotic exoskeleton just to hold and fire the thing. It was ILLEGAL to fire this gun when not inside the suit. And the suit was 12 feet tall and weighed 3 tons. If you fired it while in anything smaller, you could kill yourself and everyone around you. It wasn't even legal to fire on a normal battlefield. Andbody withen half a mile without serious ear protection would go deaf. Any one within several hundred feet of the gun barrell without major body armor would die from the shock of the blast. Any within one hundred feet of the barrel would be RIPPED APART by the blast! And anything that wasn't ripped apart would be lit on fire if within fifty feet of the barrel. The gun itself weighed over 400 pounds. Each round weighed from 10-70 pounds. The rounds were filled with the most advanced explosive powder they had. And the actual bullets were worse.
The best part is, I got to use one! Myself and two others were loaded up in the suits with about 100 shots each and dropped into enemy territory. We landed in the middle of a street, houses on each side. I fired the first shot, and every house on the entire street, even those BEHIND ME, were obliterated. In order for the suits to stand the power of holding and firing the gun we had to make them incredibably tough. So tough, in fact, the Strategists could hardly ever kill them. We heard that they were working on a secret weapon to combat ours, and my little group was sent to destroy the facility working on it. We were blasting through wave after wave of defenses when suddenly I woke up. I think we had been to late to stop them developing their secret weapon. If I'm right, we just gave them test subjects...
There are to many places to tell you about, but I'll tell you about the one that had the biggest impact.
The world had been split up into two basic types of people 1) those who were very wealthy, had better technology, little land, limited resources, and a love for shiny things then 2) those who didn't have quite as much monetary wealth, lesser education on average, vast tracks of land, loads of raw resources, and a love for explosions and, um... high calibre weapons. There were two solid factions or anything, but several dozen countries of varying sizes. There was a basic divide between money/science/politics vs resources/military/power. Every country leaned towards one grouping or another, and countries of similar type lived in closer proximity to each other. For awhile they still fought each other, but as time went on, the two types became more extreme.
The former had, as I said, less land and resources but made up for it in advanced technology (plasma/laser type weapons, basic shields and cloaks, advanced flight, very energy effecient, ect.) They also had a very democratic type goverment, since most of the countries were small enough for that to work. I will simply call these the Strategists, because that is what they were called during the war.
The latter type had much, much more land (some of the smaller countries were as big as several other Stategist countries) and undeterminable amounts of raw resources. To make up for their lack of science know-how, they made guns that shot very big bullets and explosives very fast; and they made very tough armor by strapping lots of metal to things. They relied heavily on numbers and firepower to win. Most had a very fuedal type of goverment. I will call them the Warlords, as they were called during the war.
There were different alliances and minor wars between all countries at first, but as the lines between Strategist and Warlord type increased, countries similar to each other began to put aside their differences to fight countries that may have even been on the other side of the planet. Similar countries made more and more alliances; they formed large coallitions. Coallitions began allying with each other. Before long, there were only two sides. I came in during the period where the last Coallitions allied. When I came into the scene, there were seven major Alliances. Within three months, there were only two. It wasn't long before the two sides clashed.
The Warlords began impressing any abled body person to train in the military. They had five branches, known as Sea Force (essentially the Navy), Air Force (take a guess), Common Force (Army, where I was drafted into), Attack Force (Marines; are you getting tired of "Force" in every branch name too?), and the Suicide Force (was originally called the Space Force, but space technology for military purposes is so expermintal that if you join, you would likely die). We were given loads of body armor, ammo, explosives, guns, vehicles, boosters (chemical stimulants), and pretty much any other type of military equipment that spoke "Brute Force". I once even used a gun mounted to a tri-barrell tank (yes, you read that right. And each barrell was about a foot in diameter) that fired shotgun rounds filled with ARMOR PIERCING EXPLOSIVE BUCKSHOT at a rate of 2,000 rounds a minute! And this was a single barrell gun too, not even a gatlin gun type (which they had upto 27 barrells on). There were SO many large guns there I could go on about them for days. But I'll tell you about one of my favorites.
My favorite was invented to be able to take out quick, cloaked, shielded, heavily armored enemy vehicles with one shot while barey having to aim. The gun was so deadly that we had to invent an entire robotic exoskeleton just to hold and fire the thing. It was ILLEGAL to fire this gun when not inside the suit. And the suit was 12 feet tall and weighed 3 tons. If you fired it while in anything smaller, you could kill yourself and everyone around you. It wasn't even legal to fire on a normal battlefield. Andbody withen half a mile without serious ear protection would go deaf. Any one within several hundred feet of the gun barrell without major body armor would die from the shock of the blast. Any within one hundred feet of the barrel would be RIPPED APART by the blast! And anything that wasn't ripped apart would be lit on fire if within fifty feet of the barrel. The gun itself weighed over 400 pounds. Each round weighed from 10-70 pounds. The rounds were filled with the most advanced explosive powder they had. And the actual bullets were worse.
The best part is, I got to use one! Myself and two others were loaded up in the suits with about 100 shots each and dropped into enemy territory. We landed in the middle of a street, houses on each side. I fired the first shot, and every house on the entire street, even those BEHIND ME, were obliterated. In order for the suits to stand the power of holding and firing the gun we had to make them incredibably tough. So tough, in fact, the Strategists could hardly ever kill them. We heard that they were working on a secret weapon to combat ours, and my little group was sent to destroy the facility working on it. We were blasting through wave after wave of defenses when suddenly I woke up. I think we had been to late to stop them developing their secret weapon. If I'm right, we just gave them test subjects...
Saturday, April 2, 2011
A King is Chosen
I decided to finally finish (or at least continue) my story in Sparta. I haven't been on in two days though, sorry about that. Yesterday my entire family was sick (and are still recovering). All my research and blogging time went down the drain. We almost had to bring one of them to the Emergancy Room. Yet I was fine, since I had been living different since I came back my first night.
So the night of my last blog I think I went into a Lord of the Rings type world. I helped a group of villages fend off orcs for several months. Those orcs were so easy, but there were so many. Their arrows are a pain though. They may not be accurate or go very far, but they are heavy and barbed. A large, crude arrow head attached to a thick shaft stuck in your flesh is no fun. Especially when you have seven of them in you at once (wanna take a guess as to when I left?). I helped the villagers make better weapons, but I really wish I had known how to make an English Longbow. Or at least had been able to find some elves with their bows, if I actually was in Middle Earth that is.
These villagers did not have the philosophy nor the strength and training to live up to the Spartan standards of training I had originally taught them. So I had to put more emphasis on long range combat (bows, spears, catapults, ect.) ambushes, daily drills and formations, and other stuff. I couldn't teach them to make an unbreakable shield wall, but I could teach them to get in ranks and hold for awhile. They weren't soldiers, after all; but just normal people. Had my Spartans been there, it would have seemed almost like a typical training day every time we fought the orcs. Pretty darn easy. Many would likely prefer to go out and get a few dozen orc skulls than stay at the villages training, because gatherings skulls would be so much easier. But... I didn't have my Spartans, so I had to do the best I could with the villagers.
Now, speaking of Spartans, and since I called this post "A King is Chosen", I should get to the rest of my first story now. I left off, I believe, where I became the leader of a "squad". As I said, we did training "games" with and against other squads. Also against the helots. As the years went by, I became parts of bigger groups. Became a better soldier. And fought in real battles. By the time I became a full fledged soldier (a few years after I turned 30), I was the main war leader in Sparta. Even the kings looked to me much of the time, and they were the traditional war leaders.
Since the Greek City States were almost always in a state of war, it gave us Spartans plenty of time to relax from training. One of the Kings decided to do so as well. He lead an attack on Athens, bringing me with him believing I would greatly increase their chances. Otherwise he might never had attacked Athens head on like this. And increase their chances I did... I just didn't increase the King's chances. He died in battle, on the front line, by my side. His name was Leonidas. Some of you may recongize this name.
With Athens under our control, we thought no one could beat us. However, we forgot the Persians. While we made war with our neighbors, they Persians had been making threats towards all of Greece. We overlooked and ignored them. And the last time they had attacked, at the battle of Marathon, the ATHENIANS had managed to drive them back. If the Athens could stop a Persian attack, why couldn't we Spartans? We sat back happily and conquerored city after city. Then word came of the Persians finally coming. And since we took Athens and the other King died, I was chosen to take his place. I had even killed the messenger from the Persians asking for our allegience.
We decided to hold them off at a narrow pass between the mountains and the sea; a place called Thermopylae. Yes, the same place Leonidas historically held of the Persians. But I had changed things here. There were not the estimated 200,000-800,000 Persians vs 7,000 Greeks, including Leonidas and his 300 Spartans. No. This time, There were 2,000,000 Persians. We heard of them gathering troops for years, but never cared. The more Sparta conquerored and the stronger we became, the bigger Persia made her armies. And the worst part, I had the same difficulty gathering troops that Leonidas historically had. The Persians came during the Olymic games, as well as the Spartan festival of Carneia. A war festival, pretty much. And each one of these events prevented any military action during their course. And two of them at the same time was even worse. When I said we should gather forces to stop the Persians, every Greek said it would bring upon us the curses of the gods.
I told them the gods will have no one to curse or bless if the Persians were allowed to invade. Who would offer them sacrifices if all of the the Greeks lay dead? I told them that if the gods did not want me to go with my armies, than they may stop me. I challenged the gods to stop me. And nothing happened.
I gathered over 100,000 soldiers. Including over 10,000 Spartans. The Persians stood no chance. After a week of fighting, they began to retreat. We chased them. We hunted them. We slaughtered them. It was whispered among the Persians that I was our Greek god of war, Ares. They thought the very gods of the Greeks were fighting against them. Persia was the first empire to fall to Sparta. And it was not the last.
Now after all this, you can see what I thought of some orcs. I fought them for months, and it was to easy. Then one day I simply woke up. Last night was different though. I was gone only a week. I stayed just long enough to prevent the Cold War going Hot. All I had to do was keep the Americans from assassinating whoever was in charge of the U.S.S.R. That was pretty simple.
Well, that's all for today.
So the night of my last blog I think I went into a Lord of the Rings type world. I helped a group of villages fend off orcs for several months. Those orcs were so easy, but there were so many. Their arrows are a pain though. They may not be accurate or go very far, but they are heavy and barbed. A large, crude arrow head attached to a thick shaft stuck in your flesh is no fun. Especially when you have seven of them in you at once (wanna take a guess as to when I left?). I helped the villagers make better weapons, but I really wish I had known how to make an English Longbow. Or at least had been able to find some elves with their bows, if I actually was in Middle Earth that is.
These villagers did not have the philosophy nor the strength and training to live up to the Spartan standards of training I had originally taught them. So I had to put more emphasis on long range combat (bows, spears, catapults, ect.) ambushes, daily drills and formations, and other stuff. I couldn't teach them to make an unbreakable shield wall, but I could teach them to get in ranks and hold for awhile. They weren't soldiers, after all; but just normal people. Had my Spartans been there, it would have seemed almost like a typical training day every time we fought the orcs. Pretty darn easy. Many would likely prefer to go out and get a few dozen orc skulls than stay at the villages training, because gatherings skulls would be so much easier. But... I didn't have my Spartans, so I had to do the best I could with the villagers.
Now, speaking of Spartans, and since I called this post "A King is Chosen", I should get to the rest of my first story now. I left off, I believe, where I became the leader of a "squad". As I said, we did training "games" with and against other squads. Also against the helots. As the years went by, I became parts of bigger groups. Became a better soldier. And fought in real battles. By the time I became a full fledged soldier (a few years after I turned 30), I was the main war leader in Sparta. Even the kings looked to me much of the time, and they were the traditional war leaders.
Since the Greek City States were almost always in a state of war, it gave us Spartans plenty of time to relax from training. One of the Kings decided to do so as well. He lead an attack on Athens, bringing me with him believing I would greatly increase their chances. Otherwise he might never had attacked Athens head on like this. And increase their chances I did... I just didn't increase the King's chances. He died in battle, on the front line, by my side. His name was Leonidas. Some of you may recongize this name.
With Athens under our control, we thought no one could beat us. However, we forgot the Persians. While we made war with our neighbors, they Persians had been making threats towards all of Greece. We overlooked and ignored them. And the last time they had attacked, at the battle of Marathon, the ATHENIANS had managed to drive them back. If the Athens could stop a Persian attack, why couldn't we Spartans? We sat back happily and conquerored city after city. Then word came of the Persians finally coming. And since we took Athens and the other King died, I was chosen to take his place. I had even killed the messenger from the Persians asking for our allegience.
We decided to hold them off at a narrow pass between the mountains and the sea; a place called Thermopylae. Yes, the same place Leonidas historically held of the Persians. But I had changed things here. There were not the estimated 200,000-800,000 Persians vs 7,000 Greeks, including Leonidas and his 300 Spartans. No. This time, There were 2,000,000 Persians. We heard of them gathering troops for years, but never cared. The more Sparta conquerored and the stronger we became, the bigger Persia made her armies. And the worst part, I had the same difficulty gathering troops that Leonidas historically had. The Persians came during the Olymic games, as well as the Spartan festival of Carneia. A war festival, pretty much. And each one of these events prevented any military action during their course. And two of them at the same time was even worse. When I said we should gather forces to stop the Persians, every Greek said it would bring upon us the curses of the gods.
I told them the gods will have no one to curse or bless if the Persians were allowed to invade. Who would offer them sacrifices if all of the the Greeks lay dead? I told them that if the gods did not want me to go with my armies, than they may stop me. I challenged the gods to stop me. And nothing happened.
I gathered over 100,000 soldiers. Including over 10,000 Spartans. The Persians stood no chance. After a week of fighting, they began to retreat. We chased them. We hunted them. We slaughtered them. It was whispered among the Persians that I was our Greek god of war, Ares. They thought the very gods of the Greeks were fighting against them. Persia was the first empire to fall to Sparta. And it was not the last.
Now after all this, you can see what I thought of some orcs. I fought them for months, and it was to easy. Then one day I simply woke up. Last night was different though. I was gone only a week. I stayed just long enough to prevent the Cold War going Hot. All I had to do was keep the Americans from assassinating whoever was in charge of the U.S.S.R. That was pretty simple.
Well, that's all for today.
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