(Present Day - July 13th, 2015)
It was past 5 in the morning. An entity known only as "The Bman" was sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop. He had tried to go to sleep for hours beforehand, but couldn't do it. Minute after minute of twisting and turning when he finally decided to just go back to his computer.
Suddenly, a mysterious vortex came straight from his computer screen, dragging him into nothingness as the rest of the world behind him followed. Screaming, watching as his vision blurred away and the space-time continuum completely shredded itself to pieces, The Bman saw people dressed in purple follow with him, and him in particular. He did not know any of these people, but as they gained numbers and stayed with him, he knew they were there for a reason. In minutes, his vision fell into blackness.
He woke up drowsy, thinking it was the Subway he ate the day before making him sick. But what he had seen after opening his eyes, he knew that sandwich had nothing to do with it;
"Lovely." Said The Bman.
"I browse the web for two minutes and now I'm in The Flintstones."
Suddenly, the men and women dressed in purple cloths that he had seen while swirling through the vortex appeared, surrounding him.
"All hail to the new Chief of the Iroquois!" The crowd shouted.
"Chief?" The Bman responded.
"Yes." Said a man who approached him.
"For years, we have looked for a leader to guide us. Our people have wandered the planet for ages, but in squabbling, petty groups that could never lead a civilization. A civilization... to stand the test of time. And we know you are the one to do it."
"Uh, well... alright." said The Bman in an unsure voice.
The man had carried with him a beaver pelt cap with deer antlers attached to it. He knelt down and presented it to The Bman as he anxiously grabbed it. Slowly, he put the cap on his head as the rest of the crowd bowed down to him.
"What is your name?" said the man.
Unwilling to give his real name (just like when he's on the internet), he quickly responded with the alias he is most known as among family and friends...
"The Bman."
"All hail Chief Bman!" shouted the crowd.
"I thought Hiawatha was your leader." The Bman told the crowd.
The crowd of people looked confused. Who was Hiawatha? Is that a type of bread? Or a river in the Congo? Either way, nobody knew who Hiawatha was. Then, The Bman himself realized that he himself was Hiawatha. Well, at least a virtual representation of him. This is Civilization III, after all!
The Bman was welcomed into the palace (or cavern, more like). As he walked to take his place on the throne, a woman walked over and handed him a strange device, shaped like a tablet.
"Greetings, new Chief. I am your domestic adviser. Our nation is at your command!"
Having experience from hundreds, if not thousands of hours playing strategy games, The Bman instantly knew his role. The first order of business was to know about the world. Playing around with the screen (which being caught up in the situation, didn't think of what year he was in), he hit a button which revealed to him a surprise; there were 23 other nations in the world! Not too many from what he's seen. After closing the screen, he had seen in front of him a person with a backpack and another with a shovel. Without a doubt, this must be an easy job to sit on a throne, moving people around and having all the free junk food and drinks he wanted, right?
Then it hit him. 24 civilizations to deal with including his own, an entire empire to manage, and a plethora of advisers bugging him every 10 minutes? Sounded bad enough when it sank in.
Then he saw the map...
"Oh crap."
"How do you expect 24 nations to survive on a tiny planet like this? And how do you expect me to lead a country with no resources in it!?"
From there he knew that his new job would be one wild ride...
But Lincoln... kind of creeps me out wearing a fur pelt."
hoping to read more!
