All night I could hear the bombing. My London Palace is the only home I have left. The mansions in Manchester, York, Oxford, Cantebury, all gone. I sit in the Command Centre, a secluded nuclear bunker 200m below the surface of London. My General informs me that the city, the only English city left, is being invaded by those BASTARDS the Zulu. How they came to power I will never know. They are the dominant force in our World today. They had the World's six other surviving nations gang up on me. England and Russia had stood together but Catherine the Great was assasinated and Russia fell into Zulu hands. The bunker shakes as Zulu stealth jets release their deadly shells on my beloved city. I know the palace, my only home, will be gone. Alas, so will Shaka's, for the ineviatable is nigh. I am going to die. Zulu ground troops amassing near London's border will find the bunker and destroy it and me to. I can't go down without one last act. One last action that will imprint my name into the World's history books. I tell my General to ready the silos. He does so. I have 200 secluded ICBM's at my disposal. I will have the last laugh, I will prevail and yet not. I pick my targets. Zimbabwe, Salamanca, Babylon, Washington, Paris and Kyoto first all the capitals. I have my finger on the launch button. I push the glowing red button. On the world map at the front of the command centre the ICBM's paths are clearly shown, flying around the World like they were freed souls escaping from Hell. Their trails ended at their perspective targets. My general tells me 11.6 million dead. I am happy with myself. I load more ICBM's. Osaka, Orleans, New York, Niagara Falls and many others fall under my wrath. All in all I destroy 100 enemy cities. 256.8 million dead. I smile despite the fact Zulu troops smash the blast door. My guards try to defeat them but the attempt is futile. A bullet is frimly inplanted in my head, and still grinning I slump to the ground.

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