America: The Ironclad Oath

Royal Tenenbaum said:

PATIENCE

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Has anyone here ever watched that Mexican (I guess it was mexican) TV Show Chaves? Well this situation reminds me a lot that show (Chaves always asking stuff and making everyone impatient with him). Good memories

I think patience is a thing not found in some

1860-1864: Zeal and Fire



Escalation to War

Abraham Lincoln and his guards rode from Chicago to Washington in the winter of 1860. With the rustle of leaves and a cold gust of wind, he turned to his guest and remarked, "It will be a cold, biting winter." On the eve of his electoral victory, 7 states seceded and formed the Confederacy, protecting their "self-respect and regard of their neighbors."



Cheers rang out from city and state halls as states proudly declared "INDEPENDENCE" from the tyranny of the north. Church bells rang, and the southern belles danced until the break of dawn. Nathan Bedford Forrest, now a wealthy slave trader and plantation owner, contemplated on the upcoming years. Stroking his beard that he had now grown out, he turned to his wife and assured her everything would be okay.

Following the attack on Fort Sumter, the Union began creating local armies to retaliate. Within those two months, four border states declared allegiance towards the Confederacy. During this time, the Union lost a quarter of its standing army alone at the loss of Texas, which held a large army reserve from the Mexican-American War. By late spring of 1861, flyers were around every post and wall asking for volunteers to fight for the pride and safety of the Confederate States. Soon thousands waved to their families goodbye, with little expectations of return.



Company "E"



Forrest returned to Tennessee after the outbreak of the war. He hired some managers to oversee his plantations during his leave, and made a long goodbye to his wife and rode up to Memphis with his 15 year old son. "Son, you are named after a great man: my uncle. I was proud of him, and I still am. You are brave to come with me. I have no doubt you will carry on the family name to a level of prestige far beyond my own capabilities. I am proud of you, son, and know that you give me more courage and happiness than anything in the world." Forrest patted the boy on the shoulder, and continued looking onward past the road to Tennessee.

Arriving to camp, he heard the distant shout of Nathan. "Nathan!" exclaimed a smaller and well-shaven man in a Confederate uniform. "Brother!" the two embraced each other. "I apologize, this is my son, William." "How do you do." N. B. Forrest, standing tall at 6'2, scouted the camp. "Now then, who seems to be the captain?" "That would be me, private." Forrest immediately stood at attention and saluted. "My name is Captain Josiah White, and welcome to my Company "E" mounted Tennessee Rifles. Now I got information on across the river, and the situation in Kentucky is getting ugly. It is our duty to attack any incoming Yankees going through and give them hellfire!"

Forrest then looked at the volunteers and frowned.



"Captain, these men have such old rifles. I understand we are under tight constraints, but I can help." The Captain waved his hands and chuckled to himself. He proclaimed that there was no way to help, as all the ammunition is being sent to the Eastern Theater. "I apologize Private, but there is no good to be done." That night Forrest stepped out of his tent and walked to the Captain's tent. After handing him a handsome check and discussing with him local blacksmiths he met in his career, the Captain shook his hand and said, "You're going to get far here."

A private pulled up his calendar to reveal October, and rushed out of his tent to address the Lieutenant Colonel. "Colonel Forrest! Information has come that Union forces are using the local river for a quick break as of right now!" Forrest, sitting tall on his horse and wearing the badge of Lieutenant Colonel for many months now, smiled and waved his soldiers to attention. Forrest had received his promotion by the Governor of Tennessee himself, impressed by his vast wealth and leadership despite no military experience. He personally recruited thousands, with the simple bulletin "Men with good horse and good gun: if you wanna have some fun and kill some Yankees".



His raid against the Union was vicious. Using quick cavalry tactics and little mercy, he ran down the unsuspecting soldiers and routed them. Developing a wicked grin from his own achievements, a week later he was seen flaunting this grin as he shook the hand of his commander, Charles Clark.

For months and years later, his successes only increased his ego. As the Union sieged him at Fort Donelson, he led a counterattack and routed Major General Ulysses S. Grant and captured their artillery. Calling upon 4,000 more volunteers, he quickly rallied and lead them across the river. "And as for the machinery and equipment," remarked Forrest to an assistant as he left Nashville, "send them to my friend Shane Dewmont in New Mexico. I'm sure this gift might make him reconsider."



Battle of Shiloh
April 6-7, 1862



"CHARGE!" shouted Forrest, now dubbed as the "Wizard of the Saddle"; or "Devil Forrest" on the Union side. Charging past Union skirmisher lines, he drove his sword past soldiers' necks and chests. Looking back, he saw in the fog of gunpowder his men running back beyond the hill. Letting out a ferocious roar, he ordered his horse to dive deep into the Union cluster as he shot from his revolvers. Emptying his first and second revolver, and with soldiers closing in, he jumped off his horse and rose his sabre. Diving at the soldiers, he hacked and slashed and pushed and gnawed and roared and kicked and dived and hacked and slashed! His beard dripping with Union blood, he lost his sabre in an enemy torso. After snapping a man's neck and throwing another man, he grabbed a soldier by his collar and used him as a human shield. Hearing the man scream as he took friendly fire, he hauled back onto his horse and rode back to camp -- knocking over nearly a dozen more soldiers as he roared his ferocity. "I am the one who decides the victor."



A week later, a man entered the Wizard's tent. "Who is this?" asked Forrest. "His name is Gustavus Smith, and he witnessed your Battle at Shiloh. He wants to say a few words." The soldier exited the tent and saluted Forrest before leaving the two alone. "My name is Gustavus Woodson Smith, sir. I was under Breckinridge's brigade. Our brigade was breaking, and our hopes were dwindling. That's when we saw you, Colonel. Single-handily taking on that entire division with nothing but two revolvers, a horse, a sabre, and your own brutality. You saved us with your inspiration, sir -- you are the inspiring eagle of the Confederate States. I'm asking for a transfer to your Cavalry Company."



"There is no need for flattery." remarked Forrest smiling. The Colonel gladly accepted his transfer, and over the next few years of battle, they became the closest of friends.

A Wild Goose Chase



By July, Forrest was promoted to Brigadier General, and was given a brigade of cavalry.

"You cannot do this! These are my men and they follow me!" bellowed Forrest from his tent, his men peaking over crates and over shoulders to see the action. "I am sorry Brigadier, but they are needed elsewhere. We are losing this war at this pace, and we need all the men we can to prevent Grant from dividing us in half by taking the Mississippi." the men exited the tent and left camp. Over the next few days, Forrest saluted his cavalry as they left for more westward battles. Woodson, standing by his side, tried brightening the mood by changing the subject to his past. Forrest was offended by this topic, and coldly dropped talking all-together.

The Wizard of the Saddle then had to start from scratch, gathering 2000 ill-trained and ill-armed soldiers and given orders to skirmish with Grant's forces in Mississippi. He protested that such an attack on Grant with these untrained men was suicide, but General Bragg insisted. In a show of brilliance, he led the Union forces on a "wild goose hunt" to stop his small brigade -- however, he was both allusive and agile. Giving Confederate forces time, he was commended by Confederates and Unionists alike, with one saying "He was the only Confederate Cavalrymen of whom Grant stood in much dread." He distracted Union forces as far up as south-west Kentucky.

His stress was increased when he heard about the Ironclad Oath. Promising that you never bore arms against the Union? What an atrocity! These manipulative, conceited tyrants. He knew then more than ever that Confederate victory was imperative to Southern way of life.

In early of 1863, Forrest finally received word back from Shane Dewmont in New Mexico, an acquaintance he had met in his plantation career and a potential table-turner in the war. At only 30 years of age, he had recruited thousands of soldiers who were determined to fight off the Union and preserve white supremacy and slavery in the region. Mister Dewmont, responding to a request made long ago by Forrest, agreed to coordinate attacks on Grant and follow Forrest's direct orders. "We are tied by a mutual tragedy, Mister Forrest. I too have seen the animal instincts within the Redskins and the Negroes -- they killed my family, in cold-blood and without logic or civility. I trust that you too, after this war is over, will see to their continued inferiority. Signed, Dewmont. President of the Kuklux Society of New Mexico"



Exhaustion, and the Will to Power



Forrest continued to lead small operations up and down the Mississippi. When reports came in that the Union went into Georgia to disrupt railroads, he and his cavalry road east to pursue the large troop for 16 days -- skirmishing and quickly maneuvering away. As rage built up inside the Union general, eventually retreat changed to pursuit. At Cedar Bluff, Alabama, the two sides confronted each other. Forrest, touting his cavalry on top of the cliffs, tricked the Union into thinking the Confederacy outnumbered them, and the pillaging army quickly surrendered to Forrest.



Now summer of 1863, Forrest was invited to Richmond, Virginia by President Jefferson Davis himself. Riding quickly through Georgia and the Carolinas, he arrived with his small company: now consisting of Forrest himself, Gustavus Smith, six or seven veteran cavalry from the Western Theater, and a man named John Bavy. The grass in Virginia was yellow, and blowing in the warm air. Hopping off their horses, they enjoyed a day at the inn, discussing politics and culture, before heading off to the capitol building. "Brigadier General N. B. Forrest, it is a pleasure to welcome you here." cordially stated the President.



The company was escorted to a conference room in the capitol building. Very often, conversation was interrupted by a messenger discussing war updates on the Western and Eastern Theaters. General Grant was sieging Vicksburg; if the Unions achieved a victory, the Mississippi would be controlled and the Confederacy would be split in two. Forrest had sent a letter to Dewmont in early May, asking for his reinforcements as they could flank the Union army. Sipping on exotic Indian tea, President Davis flourished his hand as he swallowed and continued speaking, "The siege in on the Mississippi is worrisome. My men are tied up in the Eastern Theater, with plans on northern invasion. They cannot aid the fort. However, I heard rumor that unofficial reinforcements are on their way from the west by your suggestion. While I appreciate your initiative, Brigadier, you are stepping over your boundaries. I am the president, and I am the one who makes the decisions." Forrest, clenching his fist in anger, managed to retain himself and add a comment, "My President, these are the actions needed right now. Dewmont and his Kuklux Society can turn the tides of the war. I've heard that the Union is forcing soldiers to swear to an Ironclad Oath, that forces them to declare that they never bore arms against the Union-" "Enough! After the fort is relieved by Dewmont's reinforcements, I want you to lead an offensive deep into Tennessee and Kentucky to reclaim the lands and push the Union out of the South. After that, I am considering your resignation for going against executive judgement." Forrest, standing up and pressing the wrinkles out of his uniform, bowed and left with his company.

He is the one who makes the decisions? He is incompetent; he is destroying the Confederacy! Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

One night, camping alongside the road next to a bonfire and gazing up at the stars, Forrest proclaimed to his cavalry company: "I think the Confederacy needs new leadership." The company, stunned and shocked, remained quiet for about ten seconds... they looked at each other, and back at Forrest. Almost at the point of Forrest dismissing the notion, the company roared in applaud at the idea and worked with him throughout the night on a strategy. First, they would need financial and militaristic support. They decided to ride through South Virginia and convince the millionaire Jonathan Lester to support the coupe.

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Jonathan Lester was the ruler of his estate. As he surveyed the clearing of a grove of trees, he walked over and patted the back of his loyal architect and intelligent negro, Marcus.

"Why Marcus, you've done a fabulous job of constructing these shacks and our canals. You really should've been born with the whiter skin tone. I reckon God Himself made a mistake!"

"Master, that's very kind of you."

"You have served me well Marcus, and I hope God grants you rest in the next life!"

"Master, only He knows what will come. We must be vigilant like the children of Israel to the will of the Father."

"I agree, Marcus, I ag-" Jonathan paused, fire burning in his blazing blue eyes, as he saw a tall, stout negro sitting down on a rock after a couple of heavy swings against a sizable oak. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead as he knelt over, breathing heavily as he took a brief respite.

Lester leaped off his chair and grabbed a large whip next to him. Whipping the ground as he quickly walked, he began shouting in an increasingly violent manner. "What are you doing over there, boy? Get up! I didn't proscribe a break for the next twenty minutes! At this pace, nothing on my plantation will ever be finished! Can't you get this through your thick, pungent negro skull?!"

Before the raised whip struck the man, Forrest and his company road onto the plantation. "My Atlanta, we have a visitor. I'll get back to your later you little negro. Now compose yourself and go help the cotton-pickers." Walking back to his porch, he welcomed Forrest's company. "Mighty welcome to meet y'all on this fine day. How can Jonathan Lester help y'all?" Forrest, lowering his hat in the subtle wind and hot sun, dismounted and walked closer. "I am Brigadier General Nathan Bedford Forrest,
and I have come with a topic of conversation that I'd think appropriate to discuss inside." "Well of course my boys! Come in! Come in! Mind the whip."



Sitting down as the sun slowly disappeared in the distance with a warm, orange glow covering the white cotton fields, the men discussed frankly their intentions and their reasoning. Lester, interested primarily in financial gain, dismissed ideas that treason against the Confederacy made him uncomfortable, and agreed with the racist undertones developing stronger in Forrest and his company's statements. At one point, a house slave walked into the room to interrupt and state that an older slave had died of pneumonia. "Well hellfire, Delaney! Can't you see I'm very busy at the moment! Now you leave this room right now, and I'll deal with you later." After several more rounds of conversation, a paper was drafted, signed, stamped, and hands were shook with devious smiles on Lester and the company's faces. "And you say you have a rifle that shoots hundreds of rounds so long that you have ammunition on hand and you hold down the trigger? Fascinating. This... "sub-machine gun" that you have invented... you think it can help turn the tides of war?" "Most certainly, in fact I plan on having them sent to Vicksburg to turn the tide of the battles there." Lester smiled, and after taking a sip of wine, he added "Show me."

Fort Vicksburg
Late June, 1863



The Confederate Army, now armed with sub-machine guns (SMGs), were stationed and scouting for Union movement. They knew that their defeat would mean defeat for the Confederacy. However, they also knew that Forrest's SMGs evened the odds, and that reinforcements from Dewmont in the Southwest would surely route Grant's siege. Forrest, patrolling the walls and anxious for Dewmont, continuously pulled out a scope to watch for any movement. "Damn it all. Nothing." "I'm sure they well be here soon, sir." said Gustavus. As the day turned into night, and the stars began illuminating the sky, and daylight was replaced by torchlight on the Union and Confederate sides, a noise developed beyond the ridge.

The noise soon began to form into a trumpet sound, and over the horizon fire began to light and illuminate. "Dewmont." proclaimed and grinned Forrest. Reaching the horizons, thousands of cavalry, many carrying torches, stood tall. Their heads covered with cloth with only cuts made for eyes to see through, it was a scary sight to behold. Holding up a shotgun, Dewmont fired into the sky, and the thousands of cavalry roared and sped for the Union. "Retreat!" "Make a run for it!" cried those behind Union lines. Emptying out of the fort, Vicksburg's defense, Forrest's company, and Dewmont met the Union on the field and made a clear victory. "Victory! We have victory!" yelled a man. Dewmont and Forrest, meeting for the first time, shook hands. "I thank you." "No, "Devil Forrest", I thank you. You have brought meaning, and clear leadership to this broken land. I honorably will follow you to the end of days."

Forrest and his company, now with Dewmont and his army under his leadership, made one more victory at the Battle of Chickamauga in southeastern Tennessee before riding west to make an important decision in his company's character.

The Massacre of Fort Pillow



The garrison at Fort Pillow, an important position in the Western Theater, consisted of 600 Union soldiers; including 300 African-American volunteers. Arriving at the fort at 10:00 in the morning, Forrest ordered the bombarding of the fort. For several hours, he paced along the Confederate lines on his horse, watched the cross-fire between the Colored Artillery Brigade and his own artillerymen. Fire continued until 3:30, when he ordered a stop to the bombardment and sent a messenger to the fort with a demand for surrender. Dewmont, writing the letter, stated:

"The conduct of the officers and men garrisoning Fort Pillow has been such as to entitle them to being treated a prisoners of war. I demand the unconditional surrender of the entire garrison, promising that you shall be treated as prisoners of war. Our men have just received a fresh supply of ammunition, and from their present position can easily assault and capture the fort. Should my demand be refused, I cannot be responsible for the fate of your command."

Forrest, remarking to Dewmont, stated that reinforcements might be coming from across the river in an hour. If a reply was not returned in 20 minutes, he would order the assault. After a quiet 20 minutes, Forrest ordered his bugler to sound the charge. The bugle pierced the sky, and Forrest and his company charged at the fort.

Men, helping each other get over the small barricades, dodged bullets and got inside the fort. They fired at close range and took down most of the defense. The gunboat on the river was soon shot by artillery that was rolled into the fort, and within only an hour of the assault, the African-American captain of the Fort declared his surrender.

John Bavy then advised Forrest. "Sir, you and I both know the barbarism of these people. They have been defeated and capitulated. Slaughter them all, and leave the prime ones to be sold as slaves. We can make a -fortune-, my general. Look at that one right there. I bet he can do -twice- the work that a negro can." Forrest was shocked, and wanted to clarify. "That one? He's white, though!" "I know, my general. They can work twice as hard as a negro." Forrest was disturbed by this comment. Deep down, it shook something he had forgot about. He was uncomfortable with the notion of enslaving white people. He glanced at him with a look of concealed disgust, and was about to order them to be sent to a war camp before he recognized a man along the artillery. "I... know you." whispered N.B. Forrest as he walked slowly towards the man. "I know you. I know you! You! You were at the plantation of those who murdered my uncle! You helped those negro slaves, and ran away! You slaughtered my uncle in cold blood!" the man accused shook his head violently, waving his hands and begging mercy for his company. "You think you could escape my will?! My power?! Do you know who I am?! I am Nathan Bedford Forrest, the Wizard of the Saddle, "Devil Forrest", the butcher of inferiors and champion of the Confederacy! I am the one who makes the decisions, who orders who lives and who dies, and I am DIVINE RETRIBUTION from heaven casting down plight and destruction upon these land!"

The result was a massacre, with John Bavy smiling devilishly as he aimed and fired his gun at an unarmed negro wife, Forrest plunged forward and and bayoneted two people huddling in a corner. Pulling out a revolver, he shot at a man making a run for it. His whole company delighted in the murder of those hundreds, their screams filling the sky as the sun retreated past the mountains. "The river was dyed, with the blood of the slaughtered for two hundred yards. The approximate loss was upward of five hundred killed, but few of the officers escaping. My loss was about twenty killed. It is hoped that these facts will demonstrate to the Northern people that negro soldiers cannot cope with Southerners." Forrest would later recall.

The day after, the Confederate flag was raised. The men shared whiskey from the fort's cellars, and toasted Forrest and his soon-to-be rise to power. "You -hiccup- deserve the prethidency, my lord!" Forrest, cleaning his uniform from the massacre, turned to Gustavus.

"Keep a watch on Bavy. I don't trust him. There's just something about him that isn't civilized."




The Ride to Richmond





The following months saw a revival in the Confederacy. Kentucky soon fell to Confederate influence, and Grant's army was on a hasty retreat back to Chicago. A letter, written by President Jefferson Davis, arrived in Forrest's hands. "Congratulations. I always knew you had it in you! I want to..." but Forrest crumpled the letter and threw it behind him, to be further stepped on by the cavalry following him.

Riding to Richmond, Nathan Bedford Forrest was accompanied by tens of thousands. Passing by plantations, the wealthy dashed out to the street to wave him off. The gentle clicking of the horse against the cobble, the chirping of birds off in the distance. Forrest saw the plumage of one of the loudest of birds: a light beige with a vibrant red belly. Clouds roared in the sky, with jet black coming from the east; now and then cracking against the ocean with vicious lightning. "I ride for my country and my brothers and sisters. I ride for a nation that a man can have True Faith and Allegiance for. I ride for the divine purpose that I am mandated to have; pride and glory. Bearing arms against the incompetent Davis Administration, I ride to rid these lands of tyranny and inferiority."

That story must've taken a lot of hard work to make. Congratulations!

Now, can you please give us an international update soon, perhaps after the Civil War ends?

Atlantic Pacf. said:

That story must've taken a lot of hard work to make. Congratulations!

Now, can you please give us an international update soon, perhaps after the Civil War ends?

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That will be 2-3 updates away. The next update will be the transition between Jefferson Davis' CSA to Forrest and Co.'s KKK-influenced CSA. The updates after that will be the wars against the Republic of Texas and the Union.

Royal Tenenbaum said:

That will be 2-3 updates away. The next update will be the transition between Jefferson Davis' CSA to Forrest and Co.'s KKK-influenced CSA. The updates after that will be the wars against the Republic of Texas and the Union.

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Very well done.

Royal Tenenbaum said:

That will be 2-3 updates away. The next update will be the transition between Jefferson Davis' CSA to Forrest and Co.'s KKK-influenced CSA. The updates after that will be the wars against the Republic of Texas and the Union.

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Therefore, if you want your character to do something that isn't evident, or there is a characteristic or event you want to add about him, private message me and I will work it into the upcoming updates.

Oh and quick question, will you continue the slave trade? It officially ended in 1807 by the Constitution.

CaterpillarKing said:

Oh and quick question, will you continue the slave trade? It officially ended in 1807 by the Constitution.

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That would be a great hook for my to-be character

well written. well done

Very good! The next update will be coming tomorrow, as I really don't want to rush this as much as I did Write Your Own History.

Jacques was perhaps the least liked child of Jean-Paul Pamplemousse. Disrespectful at a young age, Jacques would get many beatings. His younger brothers Horace and François would never receive such beatings, for they did as they were told and never got on anyone's nerves, or did anything to upset anybody.

The year of 1846 rolled around, and when summer began Jacques was 17, Horace 16, and François 14. Jean-Paul had finally saved up enough money to buy passage to America for three on a ship owned by his fourth cousin Fernand Citron. Of course, he had planned to go to America with his two younger sons, leaving Jacques in Dijon. This Jacques would not have.

"Rubbish! I'm just as fine an American as you, Horace!" Jacques would say one day to his brother. "My English is a good three times better than dad's is, or your's for that matter!"

"I don't think that's the problem..." Horace would respond cautiously, watching his brother for signs of anger.

"Then what is the problem, eh? It's quite obvious that dad doesn't want me with him, what else could the problem be?"

"I think it's a combination of two. First is that he doesn't have the money to bring another. Second would be that he needs someone to look after the family and the slaves, Jacques, someone mature enough to do so. Mom's sick and you know that, and you are his eldest child. If anything it's a sign of trust, not of dislike."

"Bah! I'm coming to America whether dad likes it or not. He can't keep me from a life of prosperity!"

"Then what do you plan to do? You well know dad only has passage for three, and cousin Fernand isn't likely to allow a family discount."

"I'll sneak on. I'll get in one of them crates carrying rope or whatever and stay in there till we're out to sea."

Horace did not like the idea, but he would not say anything. Jean-Paul, Horace, and François went to Bordeaux alongside Jacques and Brigitte, the younger sister of Jacques (who was 12 at the time), who went to see them off. As they left, Jacques found the loading area and made his merry way into a crate (which was indeed carrying rope) and there he hid for a day or so before he came out. When he did come out, Jacques stayed for awhile in solitude, only occasionally rising above deck to take bread or water. At those times he blended right in with the crew, and not once did he see his family. This continued until the ship landed in New Orleans, Louisiana.

For the rest of the summer, Jacques lived on the streets of New Orleans. He could not find his family, or anyone really. The people of Louisiana spoke an odd dialect of French, and he usually had to resort to a rather uncomfortable English. He eventually got a job on a sugar plantation outside New Orleans as an overseer. Then one day a miracle happened.

Out of the fog one morning came a man on a horse. He looked to be a Frenchman, and as he came closer Jacques recognized him as none other than Horace Pamplemousse, his brother. Jacques ran up to the horse and greeted his brother.

"Brother!" he said. "What brings you here? And where have you been all this time?"

"Jacques? Is that you? Truly fate has brought me here today! Father is dying, and we are running low on money at the moment. I had thought to run by the nearby plantations to see if any slaves were for sale, but I daresay I've found something better!"

"No slaves for sale, but I can lend you my services. Do you have a house to stay in?"

"No, we do not. We had a plantation but it burned. All the slaves escaped, and father struck ill from a disease that I think was caused by breathing in the smoke."

"Then you can stay here. My employer is a good man, and he has many extra bedrooms in his home. He is old and lives alone, and I am currently his only overseer. I'm sure he'd be glad to have some extra help around."

"Very well, then I will return to the land that was once our plantation and I'll tell François. I don't expect father will live much longer, but I'd still be best to save our brother."

The plantation owner that was Jacques's employer was glad to have the extra company, especially since they worked at half wages. Jean-Paul died before he could see his eldest son again, but Jacques didn't care. It's not as if Jean-Paul ever actually cared about Jacques.

Very nice I need to do one now

Smith was born into a very large family in a small farm in Georgetown, Kentucky. He was the youngest of eight brothers and sisters and was thus treated as such. He was daily tortured, lovingly, by his older siblings while playing games, telling stories, or just about anything else that included social contact. As time wore by, Smith became a stronger man, both mentally and physically. He was popularly known in his town for having a quick wit and the ability to defend himself when his wit failed him. His only problem was his ability to sometimes take things too far, this became apparent in his last years at Georgetown. He was no older than 17 the day he considered "his first day as a man". He was walking home alone from church, where he was helping the preacher with the building when a man stopped him.

"I want food, give me your food." He spoke in a very strange accent unknown to Gustavus.

Smith began smooth talking the fellow who seemed to be clad in dark clothes, as it was too dark to tell. "Just calm down there boy, it's alright. Let's just talk this through like decent men here."

He began asking him why he was doing this and requested the man lower the gun from Smith's forehead. The man began to talk but Smith instantly recognized the accent, it was Gullah. He was a black man. Smith immediately stepped forward towards the likely runaway slave. The runaway backed off and then tried to make a run for it but before he could get a foot, Smith grabbed him by the shoulder. He immediately got a full force punch to the jaw and the slave hit the hard ground, dropping his gun. The man was strong from working on a plantation and was overpowering Smith with his sheer muscle mass, but he didn't know how to fight, and Smith did. In a moment he took his knee and smashed it straight up at the attacker's face, splattering small amounts of black blood onto himself. The slave reeled back but Gustavus was not done. One punch then another and another were flung at the helpless black man. His face probably looked like a bloody mess, as it was too dark to see all that well. Gustavus stood up and looked over his victim and watch him twitch. He dragged the barely conscious man to the who he assumed had lost the slave. Smith woke the owner's servant up who woke up the master. He went out and made a head count and sure enough, there was one missing. Smith returned the slave and left the plantation. As he walked away he thought he heard the cracking of a whip, but he didn't worry himself about it and kept walking.

Smith would go on to leave his small town where he would later enroll himself into West Point using his family's money. He performed fabulously and in his graduating year of 1842 was eighth out of 56 people in his class. He was later promoted through the ranks and even into general for the United States of America. He fought valiantly for his nation in Mexico. He saw a clash never before seen unfold before his very eyes. America began a war on itself and brothers were shooting brothers. In a time where one had to pick sides, Smith chose who he thought was the better and morally correct side, the South. He was conflicted as his home state of Kentucky joined the Union. He was of high rank in the Confederate Army as well, but had no where else to go. That is, until he met Nathan Bradford Forrest.

I'm going to do one about Getting support for Texas indepndece

As John Bavy was sleeping, dreaming about the recent wars, he suddenly saw a light, shinning from the sky, stopping time for everyone except him in his dream. He saw a man coming from the sky. "The almighty John Bavy" the man said

"You have been chosen by God, to guide the people of Texas to the right way. Make sure that Forrests plan for a fake theocracy dies for good as the man was not chosen by god,but in fact, his the most immoral person on earth as he faked that he's chosen by God."

"I knew there was something fishy about Forrest" said John

"But don't worry. I'll make sure that i would comply with God demands."

"Good. Then take this paper." The man gave him that paper. It said "The Constitution of The Federal Republic of Texas".

" Take good care of it. This is the way that god wanted Texas to be. He knew that you supported slavery for all races. So he added that to for you to accept the constitution. Do not let God down".

And thus,the constitution of the Federal Republic of Texas (or FRT for short) was born

After that, John Bavy woke up. He saw the exact paper in his hands. He screamed for 10 seconds. Then he remembered that he must gather support for the Federal Republic of Texas as it was gods will. He put up flyers all over the place, with the motto's like:

"Forrest is planning for a fake theocracy, Unite with John Bavy as he was chosen by God"

"Forrest plans to destroy the legislative branch and tax us without representation unless we declare our Independence"

"Forrest plans to destroy the idea and foundation of federalism and instead, make a Unitarian government. Join with John Bavy as he will increase state rights"

"Did you know that Forrest plans to kill every protestants and obey the pope? Stop it now by joining with John Bavy"

"Did you know that studies show that white poor people work twice as hard as a black slave? Join with John Bavy to earn a fortunate from white slave"

Gave bribes to the rich to support the FRT,spied and blackmailed many people, created a newspaper called "The Texas Time" and wrote about how independence will benefit Texas, wrote articles for every newspaper in the world about how independence of Texas will benefit their country as to hope that others will help us, attend many protestant church, gave charity to the sick, gave huge funding to many organizations like the "Better church tomorrow" and "The soldier get healed today" and "The veteran society" and gave the following speech in the center of Houston:

"People of Texas,the time has came once again to unite against our rulers. Both he union and Confederates didn't hold the true spirit of Texas. We deserve to be independent and stand against the paranoid liberals of the north,yet stand against the tyranny of the south. As soon as e become independent, i will hold an election, will open a "party creation and registration" building will maintain our independence And don't forget people, that God chose me and gave me the constitution that i'm holding. You may laugh at me but when you go to hell for disbelieving me, you'd wish that you believed me and went to heaven. May God help us as we will build an empire that can stand the test of time. People of Texas unite!"

And so, the FRT was about to be born

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Royal Tenenbaum said:

Very good! The next update will be coming tomorrow, as I really don't want to rush this as much as I did Write Your Own History.

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is it going to be today or tomorrow? because the time you wrote the post, it was 12:13 AM of 20th of september

Times are different for him. He wrote it on the 19th for Americans.

Oh so when was time for the east of america at 12:13 AM?