Aristotle ran breathlessly into his favorite hangout in Olympus, eager to tell his fellow scientists the great news -- the Philosophy was complete, so they needed to decide what to work on next. Stopping at the first occupied table, he plopped down in an empty chair and said "Homer, great news, Philosophy is ready". Homer frowned and replied, "Great, I've been trying to get this historical account of our warriors finished, and could use a hand. I can't seem to get anyone to read it." Concerned about his friend, Aristotle picked up the latest copy of the history and quickly skimmed through it. "I see your problem" he replied, "this is way too boring, especially since our warriors have been defeated by uncivilized barbarians. Can't you spice it up a bit?" Homer was not pleased at this suggestion. "Spice it up? How do you expect me to do that?" he asked angrily.

Aristotle pondered that for a few minutes. His friend's writing was true to events -- in fact painfully so. What will make people read this stuff? "I've got it!" he exclaimed. "Oh, do tell" replied the frustrated Homer. "Just make stuff up so it will be fun to read!" was Aristotle's enthusiastic reply. Homer was skeptical at first. "Make it up -- I don't think Zeus would like that too much, and he's pretty quick with those lightning bolts of his." Aristotle rolled his eyes -- Zeus again? Ever since the priests started keeping all the goodies people sacrificed at the burial rituals, they've been pushing this all-powerful god racket... "Don't worry about Zeus, just make things up which make our heroes sound like champions of the gods, and you'll be his best friend."

Homer jumped up and yelled "drinks on me!!", raising a cheer in the crowded room. In the bedlam he turned back to Aristotle and embraced him. "You've saved me, friend. I was thinking of hemlock, and now you've given me the way to glory. We'll call it literature and we can be remembered for all eternity." Wow, he really was down, thought Aristotle. Guess I'd better not tell him that nobody can read.

"I've got another idea, Homer. Let's build a library to put your books in, so when the people get time to read they will be able to find your works. We can call it the Great Library of Homer." Homer pondered this and he couldn't get over the generosity of his friend. "No," he replied, "you can have this glory for yourself. I'll take credit later after my stories about heroes become popular. Let's talk to the governors and see where we can put your library." "You're far too kind my friend, but I guess it won't hurt to take credit this time."

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And so, the Great Library of Homer will attract scientists of the whole world. Germans, frenchs, persians, Fanatiks. Everyone will leave a great contribution from his country, in the form of knowledge. Every single book will be read, and the knowledge of new and exciting technologies will boost up the science of Fanatikos, turning it in the most enlightened empire in the Universe. The wisemen works won't be neglected anymore, and they shall be treated like special people. Everyone will be able to read a collection of almost ten thousand books, each one of them a great treasure.

Mo the barman sighed, that Homer he thought, always having great ideas that eventually come to nothing, oh well, he pays for a round of drinks now, then drinks himself into oblivion later, all profit for me. This cheered Mo up immensely and he continued pouring drinks a happy man.

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A Fight to Remember
Source: Unknown
Location: Southeast of Rheims, France
Date: Appro. 1375 B.C.

The two trio's of warriors faced off against eachother. They all looked pretty scary, wearing dyed black leather armor, these were definitely pros. I could barely believe that two of these warriors were soon to be decapitated. I could barely stomach seeing a animal skinned, much less watch someones head removed. This went way pass gross and into the land of gruesome. The two groups stood, facing eachother, for what seemed like forever. When was this going to start?

What happened wasn't at all what I was expecting, it was worse. The silence was broken by an earsplitting scream that I had never heard before. It was like an angry screech that came from some gruesome animal. In fact, that's exactly what it was.

*Writing ends, slight traces of blood can be detected on pages*