BOOM Headshot! From a Boomstick!

I decided to have more fun last night. I appeared in a land that had recently been devastated by war, so most people (meaning tribes) lived "cave man" type of lives. Meaning, they uh... well, lived in caves. Since the tribes were usually small, they didn't have the manpower to build a lot of technology, even though just a decade before they were all using iron and steel tools of great quality. Now those tools were destroyed and buried, and they didn't have enough manpower to spare from survival to gather that iron and reforge it. Until I came along...

After uniting several tribes, I had enough extra workers to begin building technology again. We quickly got advanced metal tools again. Then I showed them gunpowder. Yep, that is why this post's title talks about "boomsticks". Why are they called boomsticks, I hope you don't ask? Well... because they're a stick, that... goes... boom. Do I have to explain everything?!

The "BOOM Headshot!" part of the title? Eh, I just wanted to add that. Though we did blow up a few heads. It was really about hunting those boomsticks were.

Okay! So we hunted slaves, prisoners of war and criminals. So what?

Arcade Fun

I didn't actually go to an arcade last night. I just went to Post-Roman Britain. Why did I name this post that, you ask? You... didn't ask? Oh, okay then. I'll tell you anyway. I named it that because for six months, I built up a little war party and just went pillaging. I didn't bother inventing any new technology, or taking over the world, or anything special. Me and my little war party just went around having fun.

It started out with just a few adventurous young men who wanted to know what war was like. Their families were to poor to spare them, so I paid them with some money I had "acquired", enough to last each family probably 2 or 3 years, then we went on our way. At first I trained them hard, then we went after bandits and stuff. A few bandits joined, we hired a few more poor peasants, a few mercanaries later on, ect.

Eventually it got to the point where we just roamed. We had over 30 in the warparty, and all of these guys were elite or at least pretty darn close. Simple, arcade like fun these fights were. Just fun...

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...

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?

More and more stories

I realize I didn't tell you where I went yesterday night. Well, imagine that Renianscance scenario in 13th century Europe. Pretty much the same stuff. When I got back I realized I should study up more to make things easier.

Remember how I said I studied gunpowder and electricity? I studied all sorts of things, such as metallurgy too. Well, guess what? I come into a stoneage society of warring tribes. Knowing how to use electricity did me a lot of good there! However, it was a good refresher into the good old days where I was in Sparta. I started with a tribe though. But I trained them similarly; and equipped them best I could. I did figure out how to forge some bronze and iron, which REALLY helped. I ended up with blacksmiths by the third year. I was there a total of about five.

Things were really interesting. Most of the tribes (including mine) were hunter/gatherer. You can only imagine their fitness level! The simple society made my first year of learning the language very easy compared to others. I made it up to them by teaching them how to make better weapons, tools, houses, clothes, ect. The battles were quite something too. 30 of my guys versus well over 100 of others at times. When I left, I had complete conrol of all the land I could see when I stood on this large hill. We were all on a giant plane type area, so a big hill in the middle allows you to see far. It was great!

BUT MY STUDIES DID NO GOOD! I should learn to study in a broader area. Guerilla warfare would do good. If I ever come to a place like this again.