jonlucero
Chieftain
Insignificant Note: Civilization III was great! The game stole a significant amount of my time back 4 years ago. I did not play Civ 4. Everything was new to me. But now Civ5 captured me again. I just wanted to share this very short gameplay.
Queen Napoleon
by Jon
In a land not so far away, tricolor flags abound. French they call themselves. And under a great man named Bonaparte they served. Across this seemingly strong empire was that of their archnemesis - Elizabeth of England, Queen of the English, Aztecs and for the most part, the Greeks. For forever have the French been envious of this great kingdom for it was only the English that managed to successfully conquer the totality of his (eerrr, her) continent. France tried to do the same and succeeded to some extent, a good part of Rome was now French. And the French are well known to have good scientists that match that of the best English ones and have a fairly updated army.
"Bloody ***k, we've managed to conquer the totality of our bloody continent!" says Viscount Castlereagh, a most respectable English Foreign Secretary.
"Watch your bloody mouth when in front of our bloody Queen, Viscount," advised the Duke of Wellington, a great General who led the English to their glorious continental supremacy.
"Both of you, shut the bloody ***k up... Jesus Christ. I can't concentrate!" demanded her royal highness, Queen Elizabeth. Then she continued, "I've thought of a plan..."
"Not another plan of conquest!!" shouted the Duke of Wellington, who was proud to serve the Queen but couldn't take another war started by the Queen.
"I will have your bloody head cut off if you interrupt me again, Duke." said the Queen
"Forgive me, madame."
"My Queen, Duke."
"My Queen, but we can't start another bloody war! At least, not just yet. We just conquered the bloody Greeks on the continent!" Advised the Duke.
"Yes, errr, yes. No," said the Queen. They knew of the unhappiness conquered cities bring into the kingdom.
"What do you mean my Queen?" asked the Viscount.
"I mean prepare the army! We sail across the seas this time!" Ordered a most excited Queen.
"I like the sound of that - sail," says the Viscount while doing a wave thing with his hand.
"You are an idiot Viscount," answered the Duke.
Across the seas were, in fact, the jealous French.
The English prepares their army!
So English, or rather the Queen's plan, was to deliver one hard blow to the French - attacking from one direction - the North. Naval Supremacy was to be easily accomplished with their advance iron ships, the iron clad, and their Ship of the Line, the single weapon that managed to drive the Greeks out of the their continent.
The attack was to be led by none other than the Queen herself. She commanded the 1st army, while the Duke and the Viscount took control of the 2nd and 3rd Armies, respectively. They planned to land on the "lush and fertile" soil along the northern part of France, near Russia. This provided ample space for movement for their huge army and was well within reach of naval support.
Across the sea, the French leader, in all his majesty, lies on the floor, with a big flat map and a couple of compasses and some pencils, giggling and rolling around.
"Perdon, m'sieur."
"Qu'est-ce que c'est? What is it?" Napoleon was obviously unhappy disturbed. He stood up and wiped his coat clear of dirt from rolling around. He's a respectable man aye.
"It's the Englísh, they've amassed at our borders. This is a probable indication of war" answered Murat, one of Napoleon's Generals.
Nearby, a guard giggles at their accent. Both Murat and Napoleon looks at him with discrimination but momentarily continues their chat.
"Enough of this "it's the Eeenglísh" crap, dear Murat." Answered Napoleon,
"But but"
"You can butt out of my quarters, yes? You disturb me too much." Napoleon said with sarcasm, "You too stupid guard, get out or I'll have your head cut off like the King, eh? And bring me more pencils when you come back in 1 hour, eh?"
The English Declares war!
Murat runs to Napoleon to deliver the message that the English have declared war and have bombard them with gunships.
"The Englísh! The Englísh!" Shouted Murat running towards Napoleon's quarters.
Murat arrives where Napoleon was quartered only to find him still playing with maps.
""The Englísh! The Englísh!" Shouted Murat.
"Shi**ing ***k, Murat! You scared the ****ing short pants out of me. How many times do I have to tell you, leave ME and the English alone!" Shouted the startled Napoleon, "You will leave me and my maps and you can go play war-war or whatever you want outside."
"But The Englísh! They've..."
"Murat! I'll KILL YOU if you don't leave me right now, Can you NOT see what I'm doing!?" Said the angered Napoleon.
"The english will kill..."
Napoleon throws his pencils at Murat in anger and leaves the Palace. Murat goes after him. The French army is still on zero alert.
The English Captures Orleans!
"Bloody Hell, this was easier than I thought!" Exclaimed the Queen.
"Our unhappiness is spiraling out of control!" Exclaimed the Viscount as well.
"Next time, you stay in London, Viscount."
The rest is history, as they do not all say.
After 3 years, Murat finally gets to Napoleon who was hiding with his maps in the cold and harsh Russian northern tundra but there's no need to get back to France because there was no more France to get back to. Murat, despite his good intentions that day, could say he was to blame.
The End.
Queen Napoleon
by Jon
In a land not so far away, tricolor flags abound. French they call themselves. And under a great man named Bonaparte they served. Across this seemingly strong empire was that of their archnemesis - Elizabeth of England, Queen of the English, Aztecs and for the most part, the Greeks. For forever have the French been envious of this great kingdom for it was only the English that managed to successfully conquer the totality of his (eerrr, her) continent. France tried to do the same and succeeded to some extent, a good part of Rome was now French. And the French are well known to have good scientists that match that of the best English ones and have a fairly updated army.
"Bloody ***k, we've managed to conquer the totality of our bloody continent!" says Viscount Castlereagh, a most respectable English Foreign Secretary.
"Watch your bloody mouth when in front of our bloody Queen, Viscount," advised the Duke of Wellington, a great General who led the English to their glorious continental supremacy.
"Both of you, shut the bloody ***k up... Jesus Christ. I can't concentrate!" demanded her royal highness, Queen Elizabeth. Then she continued, "I've thought of a plan..."
"Not another plan of conquest!!" shouted the Duke of Wellington, who was proud to serve the Queen but couldn't take another war started by the Queen.
"I will have your bloody head cut off if you interrupt me again, Duke." said the Queen
"Forgive me, madame."
"My Queen, Duke."
"My Queen, but we can't start another bloody war! At least, not just yet. We just conquered the bloody Greeks on the continent!" Advised the Duke.
"Yes, errr, yes. No," said the Queen. They knew of the unhappiness conquered cities bring into the kingdom.
"What do you mean my Queen?" asked the Viscount.
"I mean prepare the army! We sail across the seas this time!" Ordered a most excited Queen.
"I like the sound of that - sail," says the Viscount while doing a wave thing with his hand.
"You are an idiot Viscount," answered the Duke.
Across the seas were, in fact, the jealous French.
The English prepares their army!
So English, or rather the Queen's plan, was to deliver one hard blow to the French - attacking from one direction - the North. Naval Supremacy was to be easily accomplished with their advance iron ships, the iron clad, and their Ship of the Line, the single weapon that managed to drive the Greeks out of the their continent.
The attack was to be led by none other than the Queen herself. She commanded the 1st army, while the Duke and the Viscount took control of the 2nd and 3rd Armies, respectively. They planned to land on the "lush and fertile" soil along the northern part of France, near Russia. This provided ample space for movement for their huge army and was well within reach of naval support.
Across the sea, the French leader, in all his majesty, lies on the floor, with a big flat map and a couple of compasses and some pencils, giggling and rolling around.
"Perdon, m'sieur."
"Qu'est-ce que c'est? What is it?" Napoleon was obviously unhappy disturbed. He stood up and wiped his coat clear of dirt from rolling around. He's a respectable man aye.
"It's the Englísh, they've amassed at our borders. This is a probable indication of war" answered Murat, one of Napoleon's Generals.
Nearby, a guard giggles at their accent. Both Murat and Napoleon looks at him with discrimination but momentarily continues their chat.
"Enough of this "it's the Eeenglísh" crap, dear Murat." Answered Napoleon,
"But but"
"You can butt out of my quarters, yes? You disturb me too much." Napoleon said with sarcasm, "You too stupid guard, get out or I'll have your head cut off like the King, eh? And bring me more pencils when you come back in 1 hour, eh?"
The English Declares war!
Murat runs to Napoleon to deliver the message that the English have declared war and have bombard them with gunships.
"The Englísh! The Englísh!" Shouted Murat running towards Napoleon's quarters.
Murat arrives where Napoleon was quartered only to find him still playing with maps.
""The Englísh! The Englísh!" Shouted Murat.
"Shi**ing ***k, Murat! You scared the ****ing short pants out of me. How many times do I have to tell you, leave ME and the English alone!" Shouted the startled Napoleon, "You will leave me and my maps and you can go play war-war or whatever you want outside."
"But The Englísh! They've..."
"Murat! I'll KILL YOU if you don't leave me right now, Can you NOT see what I'm doing!?" Said the angered Napoleon.
"The english will kill..."
Napoleon throws his pencils at Murat in anger and leaves the Palace. Murat goes after him. The French army is still on zero alert.
The English Captures Orleans!
"Bloody Hell, this was easier than I thought!" Exclaimed the Queen.
"Our unhappiness is spiraling out of control!" Exclaimed the Viscount as well.
"Next time, you stay in London, Viscount."
The rest is history, as they do not all say.
After 3 years, Murat finally gets to Napoleon who was hiding with his maps in the cold and harsh Russian northern tundra but there's no need to get back to France because there was no more France to get back to. Murat, despite his good intentions that day, could say he was to blame.
The End.
