Moai_Spammer
Ave, True to Caesar!
Prologue:The Lonely Moon
"...I pass the torch of the Revolution down to my adopted Daughter, Luna. I know that with her talent and oral ability, she will bring about a Utopia on earth. Night is a beautiful thing, and she will bring about a Night which will last forever!..."
Luna thought over these words from Moai's Will. It was ages ago, but she remembered it clearly. She was given the duty once held by Trotsky, and later Moai. It was her job to bring about a Utopia. Yet she had failed, her throne had been taken, and she was exiled from the nation she fought tooth and nail to establish. Luna was suppose to create an eternal utopia, full of bright lights and wishes on shooting stars, and she had failed. No, it was only a set back. Yet it seemed so hopeless. She dozed off, still thinking about the events in her life that had lead her up to this
*****
The sound of an explosion brought Luna back to the world of the awake. The plane had been attacked, and her fears were confirmed. Preparing a parachute, she was ready to jump out. 3 gun totting men jumped onto the aircraft before she could. Taking out her rapier, Luna quickly dispatched them, dodging bullets left and right. Luna may not have many memory's of Trotsky, but she did remember him teaching Moai techniques to survive assassination, and it had always stuck. Leaping out of the plane, she closed her eyes and hoped for the best. A few minutes later she landed with a soft "thump" on the outskirts of Budapest. It was night, and the moon was waning. Luna sighed. She knew that this was her fault, she was autocratic, too ambitious. She bit off more than she could chew, and when a more ambitious tyrant came along, her time was up.
How could the young Luna, who had recently inherited the revolution of Trotsky, as well as the Roman Empire, have been expected to do anything else?
Hindsight is 20/20, and Luna could feel her age.
As the morning sun dispelled the beautiful night, she reached a hollow in one of the many Carpathian Mountains. It was going to be a long while until she regained power, if ever, but when she did, she promised herself that she would follow Trotsky's ideals, she would create a utopia not through force, but through peace, democracy, and the inevitable downfall of capitalism.
All she had to do was get started.
But that was far ahead, for now, she was lying down on a makeshift bed in a mountain cave.
"...I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door..."
"...I got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more..."
"...Silently reflection turns my world to stone..."
"...It's a shame, we could of gone sailing..."
"...and, ya know, I can still hear the children playing, in the streets of Bethesda, before all of this, before Browder, before it all, back when the world made sense..."
Some Moai's final statements rang in Luna's mind, as she sank into an uneasy slumber. The nightmares were returning
and this time her adopted father wasn't there to comfort her...
============================
oh yeah, it's happening
let's do this
(for those unfamiliar with the setting, just read this amazing thread:
forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?t=522537)
"...I pass the torch of the Revolution down to my adopted Daughter, Luna. I know that with her talent and oral ability, she will bring about a Utopia on earth. Night is a beautiful thing, and she will bring about a Night which will last forever!..."
Luna thought over these words from Moai's Will. It was ages ago, but she remembered it clearly. She was given the duty once held by Trotsky, and later Moai. It was her job to bring about a Utopia. Yet she had failed, her throne had been taken, and she was exiled from the nation she fought tooth and nail to establish. Luna was suppose to create an eternal utopia, full of bright lights and wishes on shooting stars, and she had failed. No, it was only a set back. Yet it seemed so hopeless. She dozed off, still thinking about the events in her life that had lead her up to this
*****
The sound of an explosion brought Luna back to the world of the awake. The plane had been attacked, and her fears were confirmed. Preparing a parachute, she was ready to jump out. 3 gun totting men jumped onto the aircraft before she could. Taking out her rapier, Luna quickly dispatched them, dodging bullets left and right. Luna may not have many memory's of Trotsky, but she did remember him teaching Moai techniques to survive assassination, and it had always stuck. Leaping out of the plane, she closed her eyes and hoped for the best. A few minutes later she landed with a soft "thump" on the outskirts of Budapest. It was night, and the moon was waning. Luna sighed. She knew that this was her fault, she was autocratic, too ambitious. She bit off more than she could chew, and when a more ambitious tyrant came along, her time was up.
How could the young Luna, who had recently inherited the revolution of Trotsky, as well as the Roman Empire, have been expected to do anything else?
Hindsight is 20/20, and Luna could feel her age.
As the morning sun dispelled the beautiful night, she reached a hollow in one of the many Carpathian Mountains. It was going to be a long while until she regained power, if ever, but when she did, she promised herself that she would follow Trotsky's ideals, she would create a utopia not through force, but through peace, democracy, and the inevitable downfall of capitalism.
All she had to do was get started.
But that was far ahead, for now, she was lying down on a makeshift bed in a mountain cave.
"...I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door..."
"...I got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more..."
"...Silently reflection turns my world to stone..."
"...It's a shame, we could of gone sailing..."
"...and, ya know, I can still hear the children playing, in the streets of Bethesda, before all of this, before Browder, before it all, back when the world made sense..."
Some Moai's final statements rang in Luna's mind, as she sank into an uneasy slumber. The nightmares were returning
and this time her adopted father wasn't there to comfort her...
============================
oh yeah, it's happening
let's do this
(for those unfamiliar with the setting, just read this amazing thread:
forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?t=522537)
