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Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...
Eventually the soldiers burned there way to the city center, where a lone man in a dark black cape, stood. Around him glowed, the air quivered as he breathed, an aura extended from his tall musclar form. An aura so strong the soldier's couldn't help but stop their mad pillaging and focus there attention upon the strange spectical.

Thats when for no reason the sky went black, the ground shook
A huge dragon ripped into the sky, glowing like the man on the ground
Yet now, there was no man, almost dissapeared before their eyes
The dragon started ripping the soldiers apart and breathing down fire oonto their pittiful armour which began to melt onto their skin putting them into great pain

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...
Eventually the soldiers burned there way to the city center, where a lone man in a dark black cape, stood. Around him glowed, the air quivered as he breathed, an aura extended from his tall musclar form. An aura so strong the soldier's couldn't help but stop their mad pillaging and focus there attention upon the strange spectical.

Thats when for no reason the sky went black, the ground shook
A huge dragon ripped into the sky, glowing like the man on the ground
Yet now, there was no man, almost dissapeared before their eyes
The dragon started ripping the soldiers apart and breathing down fire oonto their pittiful armour which began to melt onto their skin putting them into great pain.
Some thought to hide in buildings, but their stupidity led to their downfall, they had torched most of the surrounding buildings. Some tried to run, however no-one could outrun the fireballs. The villagers hiding inside the townhall knew nothing of the carnage that was happening outside.

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...
Eventually the soldiers burned there way to the city center, where a lone man in a dark black cape, stood. Around him glowed, the air quivered as he breathed, an aura extended from his tall musclar form. An aura so strong the soldier's couldn't help but stop their mad pillaging and focus there attention upon the strange spectical.

Thats when for no reason the sky went black, the ground shook
A huge dragon ripped into the sky, glowing like the man on the ground
Yet now, there was no man, almost dissapeared before their eyes
The dragon started ripping the soldiers apart and breathing down fire oonto their pittiful armour which began to melt onto their skin putting them into great pain.
Some thought to hide in buildings, but their stupidity led to their downfall, they had torched most of the surrounding buildings. Some tried to run, however no-one could outrun the fireballs. The villagers hiding inside the townhall knew nothing of the carnage that was happening outside.

The opposing general watched in disgust as his men got torn apart and roasted by the beast, the smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air. It was this smell that could possibly be the downfall of everyone when from within the dark woods howls could be heard. Not long after, magnifiscent wolflike beasts could be seen running out of the woods and into the city. Their fur was as black as the night itself and their eyes had an eerie green glow about them, their teeth ripped though everything and everyone they attacked. The moment the general turned around, he stared right into a pair of green glowing eyes and as he looked down, he felt a stinging pain running through his chest. An ancient blade inscribed with runes had been jammed into his body and as he fell onto the ground, he heard his last words comming from this strange yet demonlike attacker as it spoke the words "out of my way, pathetic Infidel...this city is MINE!"

The city archers slaughtered the last of the enemies who were lagging behind. As fran wiped the blood off his fathers blade. He paused, taking in the smell of victory, and of burnt flesh and already rotting corpses. He turned, to see if he could see his wife.
"Where is she?" He screamed at the servants in his manor. He started to feel a certain emotion he hadn't felt since his first son died many summers ago. He collapsed, looking at a beautiful corpse of a woman he treasured so dearly. He remembered this morning he had helped her in the vegetable patch this very morning.

So he took the woman with him to the same vegetable patch where he helped her. He gently undressed her and felt her cold breasts, somehow he never felt this certain emotion before (since he was a virgin kind). So gently he continued undressing his loved one, each step futher to revealing her dead body his heart keeps bouncing harder and harder. Finally he reached to her hot naked, dead body. Fran got so turned on by his loved one laying there naked in front off him, dead ofcourse, but he couldn't have cared less. So Fran gently insered his general into his beloved ones body. The moment his general was feasting inside, the town's fools, named Shezmu, was passing by the vegetable patch where the general currently was doing his thing.

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...
Eventually the soldiers burned there way to the city center, where a lone man in a dark black cape, stood. Around him glowed, the air quivered as he breathed, an aura extended from his tall musclar form. An aura so strong the soldier's couldn't help but stop their mad pillaging and focus there attention upon the strange spectical.

Thats when for no reason the sky went black, the ground shook
A huge dragon ripped into the sky, glowing like the man on the ground
Yet now, there was no man, almost dissapeared before their eyes
The dragon started ripping the soldiers apart and breathing down fire oonto their pittiful armour which began to melt onto their skin putting them into great pain.
Some thought to hide in buildings, but their stupidity led to their downfall, they had torched most of the surrounding buildings. Some tried to run, however no-one could outrun the fireballs. The villagers hiding inside the townhall knew nothing of the carnage that was happening outside.

The opposing general watched in disgust as his men got torn apart and roasted by the beast, the smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air. It was this smell that could possibly be the downfall of everyone when from within the dark woods howls could be heard. Not long after, magnifiscent wolflike beasts could be seen running out of the woods and into the city. Their fur was as black as the night itself and their eyes had an eerie green glow about them, their teeth ripped though everything and everyone they attacked. The moment the general turned around, he stared right into a pair of green glowing eyes and as he looked down, he felt a stinging pain running through his chest. An ancient blade inscribed with runes had been jammed into his body and as he fell onto the ground, he heard his last words comming from this strange yet demonlike attacker as it spoke the words "out of my way, pathetic Infidel...this city is MINE!"

The city archers slaughtered the last of the enemies who were lagging behind. As fran wiped the blood off his fathers blade. He paused, taking in the smell of victory, and of burnt flesh and already rotting corpses. He turned, to see if he could see his wife.
"Where is she?" He screamed at the servants in his manor. He started to feel a certain emotion he hadn't felt since his first son died many summers ago. He collapsed, looking at a beautiful corpse of a woman he treasured so dearly. He remembered this morning he had helped her in the vegetable patch this very morning.

So he took the woman with him to the same vegetable patch where he helped her. He gently undressed her and felt her cold breasts, somehow he never felt this certain emotion before (since he was a virgin kind). So gently he continued undressing his loved one, each step futher to revealing her dead body his heart keeps bouncing harder and harder. Finally he reached to her hot naked, dead body. Fran got so turned on by his loved one laying there naked in front off him, dead ofcourse, but he couldn't have cared less. So Fran gently insered his general into his beloved ones body. The moment his general was feasting inside, the town's fools, named Shezmu, was passing by the vegetable patch where the general currently was doing his thing.

Shezmu pointed and laughed. The general suddenly turned round in shame, which then turned to sadness, which then turned to....ANGER! The general grasped his sword and ran over to the town fool. He brutally murdered and de-capitated Shezmu and continuously slashed away at his cold dead body... After all the tourment of the past day he had clearly turned to insanity..

Not much of Shezmu was left. A bloody piece of chopped meat was unrecognisable mess. He began laughing, a crazed laugh rose through his body. 
A group of people crowded around him.
"What the hell do you all want?!"
The Generals servants wrapped his wife in a white cloth.

[[gotta go so didnt quite fini*beep* off...]]

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...
Eventually the soldiers burned there way to the city center, where a lone man in a dark black cape, stood. Around him glowed, the air quivered as he breathed, an aura extended from his tall musclar form. An aura so strong the soldier's couldn't help but stop their mad pillaging and focus there attention upon the strange spectical.

Thats when for no reason the sky went black, the ground shook
A huge dragon ripped into the sky, glowing like the man on the ground
Yet now, there was no man, almost dissapeared before their eyes
The dragon started ripping the soldiers apart and breathing down fire oonto their pittiful armour which began to melt onto their skin putting them into great pain.
Some thought to hide in buildings, but their stupidity led to their downfall, they had torched most of the surrounding buildings. Some tried to run, however no-one could outrun the fireballs. The villagers hiding inside the townhall knew nothing of the carnage that was happening outside.

The opposing general watched in disgust as his men got torn apart and roasted by the beast, the smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air. It was this smell that could possibly be the downfall of everyone when from within the dark woods howls could be heard. Not long after, magnifiscent wolflike beasts could be seen running out of the woods and into the city. Their fur was as black as the night itself and their eyes had an eerie green glow about them, their teeth ripped though everything and everyone they attacked. The moment the general turned around, he stared right into a pair of green glowing eyes and as he looked down, he felt a stinging pain running through his chest. An ancient blade inscribed with runes had been jammed into his body and as he fell onto the ground, he heard his last words comming from this strange yet demonlike attacker as it spoke the words "out of my way, pathetic Infidel...this city is MINE!"

The city archers slaughtered the last of the enemies who were lagging behind. As fran wiped the blood off his fathers blade. He paused, taking in the smell of victory, and of burnt flesh and already rotting corpses. He turned, to see if he could see his wife.
"Where is she?" He screamed at the servants in his manor. He started to feel a certain emotion he hadn't felt since his first son died many summers ago. He collapsed, looking at a beautiful corpse of a woman he treasured so dearly. He remembered this morning he had helped her in the vegetable patch this very morning.

So he took the woman with him to the same vegetable patch where he helped her. He gently undressed her and felt her cold breasts, somehow he never felt this certain emotion before (since he was a virgin kind). So gently he continued undressing his loved one, each step futher to revealing her dead body his heart keeps bouncing harder and harder. Finally he reached to her hot naked, dead body. Fran got so turned on by his loved one laying there naked in front off him, dead ofcourse, but he couldn't have cared less. So Fran gently insered his general into his beloved ones body. The moment his general was feasting inside, the town's fools, named Shezmu, was passing by the vegetable patch where the general currently was doing his thing.

Shezmu pointed and laughed. The general suddenly turned round in shame, which then turned to sadness, which then turned to....ANGER! The general grasped his sword and ran over to the town fool. He brutally murdered and de-capitated Shezmu and continuously slashed away at his cold dead body... After all the tourment of the past day he had clearly turned to insanity..

Not much of Shezmu was left. A bloody piece of chopped meat was unrecognisable mess. He began laughing, a crazed laugh rose through his body. 
A group of people crowded around him.
"What the hell do you all want?!"
The Generals servants wrapped his wife in a white cloth.

So in a frantic rage our beloved Fran slaughtered of the tales man Harry the crazy, for interfering in Fran's life and trying to bore it up.

Anyway, Fran couldn't get away with all this murder of innocent souls. So he moved out of the human civilisation and started his own empire deep inside 'the mountains of Wilberfo rcelo vesitinth ebutt'. Fran's legions stood ground by their Führer and joined him in his Dritten Reich. They came a powerful and strong empire, but the great kings of the human empires didn't want to acknowledge his supreme empire

So, instead of giving the Human Kings gifts or prizes. He did them the honour of slaughtering all the Belgians in their cities. Especially the *beep* belgians named Michiel. He then gave his great sidekick Wilberforce the power over his armies.

Wilberforce was a magnificant and powerful general. Under his command the 3rd Reich ruled all of VU.

END

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...
Eventually the soldiers burned there way to the city center, where a lone man in a dark black cape, stood. Around him glowed, the air quivered as he breathed, an aura extended from his tall musclar form. An aura so strong the soldier's couldn't help but stop their mad pillaging and focus there attention upon the strange spectical.

Thats when for no reason the sky went black, the ground shook
A huge dragon ripped into the sky, glowing like the man on the ground
Yet now, there was no man, almost dissapeared before their eyes
The dragon started ripping the soldiers apart and breathing down fire oonto their pittiful armour which began to melt onto their skin putting them into great pain.
Some thought to hide in buildings, but their stupidity led to their downfall, they had torched most of the surrounding buildings. Some tried to run, however no-one could outrun the fireballs. The villagers hiding inside the townhall knew nothing of the carnage that was happening outside.

The opposing general watched in disgust as his men got torn apart and roasted by the beast, the smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air. It was this smell that could possibly be the downfall of everyone when from within the dark woods howls could be heard. Not long after, magnifiscent wolflike beasts could be seen running out of the woods and into the city. Their fur was as black as the night itself and their eyes had an eerie green glow about them, their teeth ripped though everything and everyone they attacked. The moment the general turned around, he stared right into a pair of green glowing eyes and as he looked down, he felt a stinging pain running through his chest. An ancient blade inscribed with runes had been jammed into his body and as he fell onto the ground, he heard his last words comming from this strange yet demonlike attacker as it spoke the words "out of my way, pathetic Infidel...this city is MINE!"

The city archers slaughtered the last of the enemies who were lagging behind. As fran wiped the blood off his fathers blade. He paused, taking in the smell of victory, and of burnt flesh and already rotting corpses. He turned, to see if he could see his wife.
"Where is she?" He screamed at the servants in his manor. He started to feel a certain emotion he hadn't felt since his first son died many summers ago. He collapsed, looking at a beautiful corpse of a woman he treasured so dearly. He remembered this morning he had helped her in the vegetable patch this very morning.

So he took the woman with him to the same vegetable patch where he helped her. He gently undressed her and felt her cold breasts, somehow he never felt this certain emotion before (since he was a virgin kind). So gently he continued undressing his loved one, each step futher to revealing her dead body his heart keeps bouncing harder and harder. Finally he reached to her hot naked, dead body. Fran got so turned on by his loved one laying there naked in front off him, dead ofcourse, but he couldn't have cared less. So Fran gently insered his general into his beloved ones body. The moment his general was feasting inside, the town's fools, named Shezmu, was passing by the vegetable patch where the general currently was doing his thing.

Shezmu pointed and laughed. The general suddenly turned round in shame, which then turned to sadness, which then turned to....ANGER! The general grasped his sword and ran over to the town fool. He brutally murdered and de-capitated Shezmu and continuously slashed away at his cold dead body... After all the tourment of the past day he had clearly turned to insanity..

Not much of Shezmu was left. A bloody piece of chopped meat was unrecognisable mess. He began laughing, a crazed laugh rose through his body. 
A group of people crowded around him.
"What the hell do you all want?!"
The Generals servants wrapped his wife in a white cloth.

So in a frantic rage our beloved Fran slaughtered of the tales man Harry the crazy, for interfering in Fran's life and trying to bore it up.

Anyway, Fran couldn't get away with all this murder of innocent souls. So he moved out of the human civilisation and started his own empire deep inside 'the mountains of Wilberfo rcelo vesitinth ebutt'. Fran's legions stood ground by their Führer and joined him in his Dritten Reich. They came a powerful and strong empire, but the great kings of the human empires didn't want to acknowledge his supreme empire

So, instead of giving the Human Kings gifts or prizes. He did them the honour of slaughtering all the Belgians in their cities. Especially the *beep* belgians named Michiel. He then gave his great sidekick Wilberforce the power over his armies.

Wilberforce was a magnificant and powerful general. Under his command the 3rd Reich ruled all of VU.

END

Or was it? Soon the united armies of penguins, manbearpigs, and a bunch of crazy seals led by a mongoose named Slasher wiped out all of Wilberforce's third reich, and executed him and his followers soon after.

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...
Eventually the soldiers burned there way to the city center, where a lone man in a dark black cape, stood. Around him glowed, the air quivered as he breathed, an aura extended from his tall musclar form. An aura so strong the soldier's couldn't help but stop their mad pillaging and focus there attention upon the strange spectical.

Thats when for no reason the sky went black, the ground shook
A huge dragon ripped into the sky, glowing like the man on the ground
Yet now, there was no man, almost dissapeared before their eyes
The dragon started ripping the soldiers apart and breathing down fire oonto their pittiful armour which began to melt onto their skin putting them into great pain.
Some thought to hide in buildings, but their stupidity led to their downfall, they had torched most of the surrounding buildings. Some tried to run, however no-one could outrun the fireballs. The villagers hiding inside the townhall knew nothing of the carnage that was happening outside.

The opposing general watched in disgust as his men got torn apart and roasted by the beast, the smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air. It was this smell that could possibly be the downfall of everyone when from within the dark woods howls could be heard. Not long after, magnifiscent wolflike beasts could be seen running out of the woods and into the city. Their fur was as black as the night itself and their eyes had an eerie green glow about them, their teeth ripped though everything and everyone they attacked. The moment the general turned around, he stared right into a pair of green glowing eyes and as he looked down, he felt a stinging pain running through his chest. An ancient blade inscribed with runes had been jammed into his body and as he fell onto the ground, he heard his last words comming from this strange yet demonlike attacker as it spoke the words "out of my way, pathetic Infidel...this city is MINE!"

The city archers slaughtered the last of the enemies who were lagging behind. As fran wiped the blood off his fathers blade. He paused, taking in the smell of victory, and of burnt flesh and already rotting corpses. He turned, to see if he could see his wife.
"Where is she?" He screamed at the servants in his manor. He started to feel a certain emotion he hadn't felt since his first son died many summers ago. He collapsed, looking at a beautiful corpse of a woman he treasured so dearly. He remembered this morning he had helped her in the vegetable patch this very morning.

So he took the woman with him to the same vegetable patch where he helped her. He gently undressed her and felt her cold breasts, somehow he never felt this certain emotion before (since he was a virgin kind). So gently he continued undressing his loved one, each step futher to revealing her dead body his heart keeps bouncing harder and harder. Finally he reached to her hot naked, dead body. Fran got so turned on by his loved one laying there naked in front off him, dead ofcourse, but he couldn't have cared less. So Fran gently insered his general into his beloved ones body. The moment his general was feasting inside, the town's fools, named Shezmu, was passing by the vegetable patch where the general currently was doing his thing.

Shezmu pointed and laughed. The general suddenly turned round in shame, which then turned to sadness, which then turned to....ANGER! The general grasped his sword and ran over to the town fool. He brutally murdered and de-capitated Shezmu and continuously slashed away at his cold dead body... After all the tourment of the past day he had clearly turned to insanity..

Not much of Shezmu was left. A bloody piece of chopped meat was unrecognisable mess. He began laughing, a crazed laugh rose through his body. 
A group of people crowded around him.
"What the hell do you all want?!"
The Generals servants wrapped his wife in a white cloth.

So in a frantic rage our beloved Fran slaughtered of the tales man Harry the crazy, for interfering in Fran's life and trying to bore it up.

Anyway, Fran couldn't get away with all this murder of innocent souls. So he moved out of the human civilisation and started his own empire deep inside 'the mountains of Wilberfo rcelo vesitinth ebutt'. Fran's legions stood ground by their Führer and joined him in his Dritten Reich. They came a powerful and strong empire, but the great kings of the human empires didn't want to acknowledge his supreme empire

So, instead of giving the Human Kings gifts or prizes. He did them the honour of slaughtering all the Belgians in their cities. Especially the *beep* belgians named Michiel. He then gave his great sidekick Wilberforce the power over his armies.

Wilberforce was a magnificant and powerful general. Under his command the 3rd Reich ruled all of VU.

END

Or was it? Soon the united armies of penguins, manbearpigs, and a bunch of crazy seals led by a mongoose named Slasher wiped out all of Wilberforce's third reich, and executed him and his followers soon after.

However the execution of Wilberforce has never been more then just a filthy rumor, as far as the facts go, he was thrown in prison with 5 afro Americans that are keen of the a-hole... So after all, this story does lead to a happy ending for mr. Wilbuttforce.

However, before he could be thrown in he killed the guards and also a suspicious looking belgian pedophile called Michelle who really looked like that guy in shyers banner. He had been almost dead anyway, since there was another big butch African American who loved abit of man love in Michelle's cell. Michelle had internal bleeding after his sphincter was penetrated.

So anywho, Wilberforce was free again and he killed Septim and impersonated him. The stupid penguins don't have too good eye sight and can't recognize one human from another if their wearing the same clothes.

So once again Wilberforce became the ruler of all Man-Kind. Then he slaughtered every other human (EVERYONE - not including himself) then he killed the Gods of all Religions and then finally he killed ALL the animals in the world Then finally he killed the penguins so....

Wilberforce was alone on the world. WIN!

THE REAL END

Shouldn't this be in the roleplaying forum?

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...
Eventually the soldiers burned there way to the city center, where a lone man in a dark black cape, stood. Around him glowed, the air quivered as he breathed, an aura extended from his tall musclar form. An aura so strong the soldier's couldn't help but stop their mad pillaging and focus there attention upon the strange spectical.

Thats when for no reason the sky went black, the ground shook
A huge dragon ripped into the sky, glowing like the man on the ground
Yet now, there was no man, almost dissapeared before their eyes
The dragon started ripping the soldiers apart and breathing down fire oonto their pittiful armour which began to melt onto their skin putting them into great pain.
Some thought to hide in buildings, but their stupidity led to their downfall, they had torched most of the surrounding buildings. Some tried to run, however no-one could outrun the fireballs. The villagers hiding inside the townhall knew nothing of the carnage that was happening outside.

The opposing general watched in disgust as his men got torn apart and roasted by the beast, the smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air. It was this smell that could possibly be the downfall of everyone when from within the dark woods howls could be heard. Not long after, magnifiscent wolflike beasts could be seen running out of the woods and into the city. Their fur was as black as the night itself and their eyes had an eerie green glow about them, their teeth ripped though everything and everyone they attacked. The moment the general turned around, he stared right into a pair of green glowing eyes and as he looked down, he felt a stinging pain running through his chest. An ancient blade inscribed with runes had been jammed into his body and as he fell onto the ground, he heard his last words comming from this strange yet demonlike attacker as it spoke the words "out of my way, pathetic Infidel...this city is MINE!"

The city archers slaughtered the last of the enemies who were lagging behind. As fran wiped the blood off his fathers blade. He paused, taking in the smell of victory, and of burnt flesh and already rotting corpses. He turned, to see if he could see his wife.
"Where is she?" He screamed at the servants in his manor. He started to feel a certain emotion he hadn't felt since his first son died many summers ago. He collapsed, looking at a beautiful corpse of a woman he treasured so dearly. He remembered this morning he had helped her in the vegetable patch this very morning.

So he took the woman with him to the same vegetable patch where he helped her. He gently undressed her and felt her cold breasts, somehow he never felt this certain emotion before (since he was a virgin kind). So gently he continued undressing his loved one, each step futher to revealing her dead body his heart keeps bouncing harder and harder. Finally he reached to her hot naked, dead body. Fran got so turned on by his loved one laying there naked in front off him, dead ofcourse, but he couldn't have cared less. So Fran gently insered his general into his beloved ones body. The moment his general was feasting inside, the town's fools, named Shezmu, was passing by the vegetable patch where the general currently was doing his thing.

Shezmu pointed and laughed. The general suddenly turned round in shame, which then turned to sadness, which then turned to....ANGER! The general grasped his sword and ran over to the town fool. He brutally murdered and de-capitated Shezmu and continuously slashed away at his cold dead body... After all the tourment of the past day he had clearly turned to insanity..

Not much of Shezmu was left. A bloody piece of chopped meat was unrecognisable mess. He began laughing, a crazed laugh rose through his body. 
A group of people crowded around him.
"What the hell do you all want?!"
The Generals servants wrapped his wife in a white cloth.

So in a frantic rage our beloved Fran slaughtered of the tales man Harry the crazy, for interfering in Fran's life and trying to bore it up.

Anyway, Fran couldn't get away with all this murder of innocent souls. So he moved out of the human civilisation and started his own empire deep inside 'the mountains of Wilberfo rcelo vesitinth ebutt'. Fran's legions stood ground by their Führer and joined him in his Dritten Reich. They came a powerful and strong empire, but the great kings of the human empires didn't want to acknowledge his supreme empire

So, instead of giving the Human Kings gifts or prizes. He did them the honour of slaughtering all the Belgians in their cities. Especially the *beep* belgians named Michiel. He then gave his great sidekick Wilberforce the power over his armies.

Wilberforce was a magnificant and powerful general. Under his command the 3rd Reich ruled all of VU.

END

Or was it? Soon the united armies of penguins, manbearpigs, and a bunch of crazy seals led by a mongoose named Slasher wiped out all of Wilberforce's third reich, and executed him and his followers soon after.

However the execution of Wilberforce has never been more then just a filthy rumor, as far as the facts go, he was thrown in prison with 5 afro Americans that are keen of the a-hole... So after all, this story does lead to a happy ending for mr. Wilbuttforce.

However, before he could be thrown in he killed the guards and also a suspicious looking belgian pedophile called Michelle who really looked like that guy in shyers banner. He had been almost dead anyway, since there was another big butch African American who loved abit of man love in Michelle's cell. Michelle had internal bleeding after his sphincter was penetrated.

So anywho, Wilberforce was free again and he killed Septim and impersonated him. The stupid penguins don't have too good eye sight and can't recognize one human from another if their wearing the same clothes.

So once again Wilberforce became the ruler of all Man-Kind. Then he slaughtered every other human (EVERYONE - not including himself) then he killed the Gods of all Religions and then finally he killed ALL the animals in the world Then finally he killed the penguins so....

Wilberforce was alone on the world. WIN!

THE REAL END

But then. on the horizon, a new force arrived. Millions of Septim clones arrived, and Septim E-34-87 assassinated Wilberforce before the invasion. The clones had arrived too late, the penguins and manbearpigs were dead. And so they used the powers of Arvious to reverse time and kill Wilberforce before he could ever do the things he did. And so Wilberforce was killed, and the world was saved.

However, they forgot they had gone back in time so Wilberforce was still alive. He then stole 1 clone and went back in time even further before man was alive. He then slaughtered every animal, thus man would never live.

The end of the story.

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...
Eventually the soldiers burned there way to the city center, where a lone man in a dark black cape, stood. Around him glowed, the air quivered as he breathed, an aura extended from his tall musclar form. An aura so strong the soldier's couldn't help but stop their mad pillaging and focus there attention upon the strange spectical.

Thats when for no reason the sky went black, the ground shook
A huge dragon ripped into the sky, glowing like the man on the ground
Yet now, there was no man, almost dissapeared before their eyes
The dragon started ripping the soldiers apart and breathing down fire oonto their pittiful armour which began to melt onto their skin putting them into great pain.
Some thought to hide in buildings, but their stupidity led to their downfall, they had torched most of the surrounding buildings. Some tried to run, however no-one could outrun the fireballs. The villagers hiding inside the townhall knew nothing of the carnage that was happening outside.

The opposing general watched in disgust as his men got torn apart and roasted by the beast, the smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air. It was this smell that could possibly be the downfall of everyone when from within the dark woods howls could be heard. Not long after, magnifiscent wolflike beasts could be seen running out of the woods and into the city. Their fur was as black as the night itself and their eyes had an eerie green glow about them, their teeth ripped though everything and everyone they attacked. The moment the general turned around, he stared right into a pair of green glowing eyes and as he looked down, he felt a stinging pain running through his chest. An ancient blade inscribed with runes had been jammed into his body and as he fell onto the ground, he heard his last words comming from this strange yet demonlike attacker as it spoke the words "out of my way, pathetic Infidel...this city is MINE!"

The city archers slaughtered the last of the enemies who were lagging behind. As fran wiped the blood off his fathers blade. He paused, taking in the smell of victory, and of burnt flesh and already rotting corpses. He turned, to see if he could see his wife.
"Where is she?" He screamed at the servants in his manor. He started to feel a certain emotion he hadn't felt since his first son died many summers ago. He collapsed, looking at a beautiful corpse of a woman he treasured so dearly. He remembered this morning he had helped her in the vegetable patch this very morning.

So he took the woman with him to the same vegetable patch where he helped her. He gently undressed her and felt her cold breasts, somehow he never felt this certain emotion before (since he was a virgin kind). So gently he continued undressing his loved one, each step futher to revealing her dead body his heart keeps bouncing harder and harder. Finally he reached to her hot naked, dead body. Fran got so turned on by his loved one laying there naked in front off him, dead ofcourse, but he couldn't have cared less. So Fran gently insered his general into his beloved ones body. The moment his general was feasting inside, the town's fools, named Shezmu, was passing by the vegetable patch where the general currently was doing his thing.

Shezmu pointed and laughed. The general suddenly turned round in shame, which then turned to sadness, which then turned to....ANGER! The general grasped his sword and ran over to the town fool. He brutally murdered and de-capitated Shezmu and continuously slashed away at his cold dead body... After all the tourment of the past day he had clearly turned to insanity..

Not much of Shezmu was left. A bloody piece of chopped meat was unrecognisable mess. He began laughing, a crazed laugh rose through his body. 
A group of people crowded around him.
"What the hell do you all want?!"
The Generals servants wrapped his wife in a white cloth.

So in a frantic rage our beloved Fran slaughtered of the tales man Harry the crazy, for interfering in Fran's life and trying to bore it up.

Anyway, Fran couldn't get away with all this murder of innocent souls. So he moved out of the human civilisation and started his own empire deep inside 'the mountains of Wilberfo rcelo vesitinth ebutt'. Fran's legions stood ground by their Führer and joined him in his Dritten Reich. They came a powerful and strong empire, but the great kings of the human empires didn't want to acknowledge his supreme empire

So, instead of giving the Human Kings gifts or prizes. He did them the honour of slaughtering all the Belgians in their cities. Especially the *beep* belgians named Michiel. He then gave his great sidekick Wilberforce the power over his armies.

Wilberforce was a magnificant and powerful general. Under his command the 3rd Reich ruled all of VU.

END

Or was it? Soon the united armies of penguins, manbearpigs, and a bunch of crazy seals led by a mongoose named Slasher wiped out all of Wilberforce's third reich, and executed him and his followers soon after.

However the execution of Wilberforce has never been more then just a filthy rumor, as far as the facts go, he was thrown in prison with 5 afro Americans that are keen of the a-hole... So after all, this story does lead to a happy ending for mr. Wilbuttforce.

However, before he could be thrown in he killed the guards and also a suspicious looking belgian pedophile called Michelle who really looked like that guy in shyers banner. He had been almost dead anyway, since there was another big butch African American who loved abit of man love in Michelle's cell. Michelle had internal bleeding after his sphincter was penetrated.

So anywho, Wilberforce was free again and he killed Septim and impersonated him. The stupid penguins don't have too good eye sight and can't recognize one human from another if their wearing the same clothes.

So once again Wilberforce became the ruler of all Man-Kind. Then he slaughtered every other human (EVERYONE - not including himself) then he killed the Gods of all Religions and then finally he killed ALL the animals in the world Then finally he killed the penguins so....

Wilberforce was alone on the world. WIN!

THE REAL END

But then. on the horizon, a new force arrived. Millions of Septim clones arrived, and Septim E-34-87 assassinated Wilberforce before the invasion. The clones had arrived too late, the penguins and manbearpigs were dead. And so they used the powers of Arvious to reverse time and kill Wilberforce before he could ever do the things he did. And so Wilberforce was killed, and the world was saved.

However, they forgot they had gone back in time so Wilberforce was still alive. He then stole 1 clone and went back in time even further before man was alive. He then slaughtered every animal, thus man would never live.

The end of the story.

But what wilbuttforce didn't realize was that he was an devolution of the great species 'manbearpig'. Unfortunately he killed his roots and ofc no wilbuttforce in the future.

Da end

Fortunatly, the time-space continum isn't like that in Dr. Who or games. He survived, but he was the only Wilberforce in the thousands of universes (multi-verse)

END got snipered by a moose.

Set in the hills of Havilon a gem of a city rested. It's glorious palace with great walls that no siege engine could break proved it's strength and might. But every Empire, no matter how glorious, never lasts, and enemies are always there to strike it down.
As Fran the General sat and watched from window, he saw his wife collecting vegatables from the Vegetable patch they owned. He went out to the back and helped her finish picking the potatoes before entering back into the house too eat the roasted pork he had prepared.
In the distance, a great army stood ready, no army, however, could take the city alone, which is why they had a spy in the guard. The guard would open the gates for them, and let the whole army through, just like that.

And so it began the very next day...Stormclouds gathered, and lightning illuminated the horizon. The time was right, "CHARGE!" echoed the general, the people of the city laughed. No one could penetrate their walls and so they assembled only a meer 100 archers. In the middle of all the laughter a creaking could be heard...And so the iron gates flung open....Panic arrose inside the city as peasents ran around in dismay screaming. The city-guards open-fired, hitting a meer couple dozen soldiers...The army swooped into the city and set alight to building..and villager alike...
Eventually the soldiers burned there way to the city center, where a lone man in a dark black cape, stood. Around him glowed, the air quivered as he breathed, an aura extended from his tall musclar form. An aura so strong the soldier's couldn't help but stop their mad pillaging and focus there attention upon the strange spectical.

Thats when for no reason the sky went black, the ground shook
A huge dragon ripped into the sky, glowing like the man on the ground
Yet now, there was no man, almost dissapeared before their eyes
The dragon started ripping the soldiers apart and breathing down fire oonto their pittiful armour which began to melt onto their skin putting them into great pain.
Some thought to hide in buildings, but their stupidity led to their downfall, they had torched most of the surrounding buildings. Some tried to run, however no-one could outrun the fireballs. The villagers hiding inside the townhall knew nothing of the carnage that was happening outside.

The opposing general watched in disgust as his men got torn apart and roasted by the beast, the smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air. It was this smell that could possibly be the downfall of everyone when from within the dark woods howls could be heard. Not long after, magnifiscent wolflike beasts could be seen running out of the woods and into the city. Their fur was as black as the night itself and their eyes had an eerie green glow about them, their teeth ripped though everything and everyone they attacked. The moment the general turned around, he stared right into a pair of green glowing eyes and as he looked down, he felt a stinging pain running through his chest. An ancient blade inscribed with runes had been jammed into his body and as he fell onto the ground, he heard his last words comming from this strange yet demonlike attacker as it spoke the words "out of my way, pathetic Infidel...this city is MINE!"

The city archers slaughtered the last of the enemies who were lagging behind. As fran wiped the blood off his fathers blade. He paused, taking in the smell of victory, and of burnt flesh and already rotting corpses. He turned, to see if he could see his wife.
"Where is she?" He screamed at the servants in his manor. He started to feel a certain emotion he hadn't felt since his first son died many summers ago. He collapsed, looking at a beautiful corpse of a woman he treasured so dearly. He remembered this morning he had helped her in the vegetable patch this very morning.

So he took the woman with him to the same vegetable patch where he helped her. He gently undressed her and felt her cold breasts, somehow he never felt this certain emotion before (since he was a virgin kind). So gently he continued undressing his loved one, each step futher to revealing her dead body his heart keeps bouncing harder and harder. Finally he reached to her hot naked, dead body. Fran got so turned on by his loved one laying there naked in front off him, dead ofcourse, but he couldn't have cared less. So Fran gently insered his general into his beloved ones body. The moment his general was feasting inside, the town's fools, named Shezmu, was passing by the vegetable patch where the general currently was doing his thing.

Shezmu pointed and laughed. The general suddenly turned round in shame, which then turned to sadness, which then turned to....ANGER! The general grasped his sword and ran over to the town fool. He brutally murdered and de-capitated Shezmu and continuously slashed away at his cold dead body... After all the tourment of the past day he had clearly turned to insanity..

Not much of Shezmu was left. A bloody piece of chopped meat was unrecognisable mess. He began laughing, a crazed laugh rose through his body. 
A group of people crowded around him.
"What the hell do you all want?!"
The Generals servants wrapped his wife in a white cloth.

So in a frantic rage our beloved Fran slaughtered of the tales man Harry the crazy, for interfering in Fran's life and trying to bore it up.

Anyway, Fran couldn't get away with all this murder of innocent souls. So he moved out of the human civilisation and started his own empire deep inside 'the mountains of Wilberfo rcelo vesitinth ebutt'. Fran's legions stood ground by their Führer and joined him in his Dritten Reich. They came a powerful and strong empire, but the great kings of the human empires didn't want to acknowledge his supreme empire

So, instead of giving the Human Kings gifts or prizes. He did them the honour of slaughtering all the Belgians in their cities. Especially the *beep* belgians named Michiel. He then gave his great sidekick Wilberforce the power over his armies.

Wilberforce was a magnificant and powerful general. Under his command the 3rd Reich ruled all of VU.

END

Or was it? Soon the united armies of penguins, manbearpigs, and a bunch of crazy seals led by a mongoose named Slasher wiped out all of Wilberforce's third reich, and executed him and his followers soon after.

However the execution of Wilberforce has never been more then just a filthy rumor, as far as the facts go, he was thrown in prison with 5 afro Americans that are keen of the a-hole... So after all, this story does lead to a happy ending for mr. Wilbuttforce.

However, before he could be thrown in he killed the guards and also a suspicious looking belgian pedophile called Michelle who really looked like that guy in shyers banner. He had been almost dead anyway, since there was another big butch African American who loved abit of man love in Michelle's cell. Michelle had internal bleeding after his sphincter was penetrated.

So anywho, Wilberforce was free again and he killed Septim and impersonated him. The stupid penguins don't have too good eye sight and can't recognize one human from another if their wearing the same clothes.

So once again Wilberforce became the ruler of all Man-Kind. Then he slaughtered every other human (EVERYONE - not including himself) then he killed the Gods of all Religions and then finally he killed ALL the animals in the world Then finally he killed the penguins so....

Wilberforce was alone on the world. WIN!

THE REAL END

But then. on the horizon, a new force arrived. Millions of Septim clones arrived, and Septim E-34-87 assassinated Wilberforce before the invasion. The clones had arrived too late, the penguins and manbearpigs were dead. And so they used the powers of Arvious to reverse time and kill Wilberforce before he could ever do the things he did. And so Wilberforce was killed, and the world was saved.

However, they forgot they had gone back in time so Wilberforce was still alive. He then stole 1 clone and went back in time even further before man was alive. He then slaughtered every animal, thus man would never live.

The end of the story.

But what wilbuttforce didn't realize was that he was an devolution of the great species 'manbearpig'. Unfortunately he killed his roots and ofc no wilbuttforce in the future.

Da end

Fortunatly, the time-space continum isn't like that in Dr. Who or games. He survived, but he was the only Wilberforce in the thousands of universes (multi-verse)

END got snipered by a moose.

Or so the moose thought, but since its retarded it had the sniper backwards and killed itself.

END that moose what the father of his unbornchild ManBearPig ... So all of Wilberdorks family are vanished. Which makes wilbuttdork the biggest nub in history.