Zack
99% hot gas
Hey everybody this is my first story!! This is using the vanilla Civ 4 because stupid Beyond the Sword doesnt work with the download version of the game
Anyways, enjoy the story!!
Leader: Cyrus
Military Advisor: Andrew
Tech Advisor: Albert
Foreign Advisor: James
Cyrus: I think its about time we find us a city, boys.
Andrew: Sounds like a fine idea.
Albert: Under the particular circumstances, I'm afraid that this one time I will have to concur with this imbecile, Andrew.
James: What he said.
Cyrus: Albert, you are such a nerd.
Andrew: Amen, brother!
Cyrus: Andrew, this isn't church you dirty sleazebag.
Andrew: Your mom's a sleazebag!!
Cyrus: James, give Andrew a spanking.
James: I don't know where his butt's been. I'm scared.
Albert: I'll do it, sir. (spanks Andrew)
Cyrus: (sighs) Let's just get to the city picture.
Cyrus: Hmm. We will either build a warrior or a barracks. Andrew!
Andrew: Let's build a warrior.
Cyrus: All right then. Albert! What should we research?
Albert: Let's start with Mysticism, then proceed with Fishing.
Cyrus: Sounds like a plan.
(someone knocking on door)
Cyrus: Who is it?
Asoka: It is I, Asoka, leader of the powerful Indian Empire.
Cyrus: Well that's just lovely.
James: Let it be known that we wish to prosper from many years of peace with you, o noble Asoka.
Asoka: I like your civilization. But then again, I like everyone.
Cyrus: You should probably be leaving, I have to, um, feed the dog.
Asoka: Pleasure meeting you! (walks out)
Cyrus: That guy's hair weirds me out.
James: His hair actually bears a striking resemblance to you.
Cyrus: I keep forgetting to use that coupon I got for a haircut. Besides, I'm much more attractive than him.
Andrew: You are a funny man, Cyrus.
Cyrus: That's fifty lashes!
Andrew: I gave your mom fifty lashes last night.
Albert: Cyrus, I believe you will need some ice for that burn.
Cyrus: I believe I need a whip and duct tape.
James: Oh goodness.
Albert: Oh goodness indeed.
Andrew: Run run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the mom joke man.
Cyrus: 1! 2! 3! 4!
Andrew: I'm sorry!
Stop!!
Cyrus: Not until I get to fifty!
Albert: Oh dear, I'll get the paramedics.
James: I'll get some popcorn.
~to be continued~
Leader: Cyrus
Military Advisor: Andrew
Tech Advisor: Albert
Foreign Advisor: James
Cyrus: I think its about time we find us a city, boys.
Andrew: Sounds like a fine idea.
Albert: Under the particular circumstances, I'm afraid that this one time I will have to concur with this imbecile, Andrew.
James: What he said.
Cyrus: Albert, you are such a nerd.
Andrew: Amen, brother!
Cyrus: Andrew, this isn't church you dirty sleazebag.
Andrew: Your mom's a sleazebag!!
Cyrus: James, give Andrew a spanking.
James: I don't know where his butt's been. I'm scared.
Albert: I'll do it, sir. (spanks Andrew)
Cyrus: (sighs) Let's just get to the city picture.
Cyrus: Hmm. We will either build a warrior or a barracks. Andrew!
Andrew: Let's build a warrior.
Cyrus: All right then. Albert! What should we research?
Albert: Let's start with Mysticism, then proceed with Fishing.
Cyrus: Sounds like a plan.
(someone knocking on door)
Cyrus: Who is it?
Asoka: It is I, Asoka, leader of the powerful Indian Empire.
Cyrus: Well that's just lovely.
James: Let it be known that we wish to prosper from many years of peace with you, o noble Asoka.
Asoka: I like your civilization. But then again, I like everyone.
Cyrus: You should probably be leaving, I have to, um, feed the dog.
Asoka: Pleasure meeting you! (walks out)
Cyrus: That guy's hair weirds me out.
James: His hair actually bears a striking resemblance to you.
Cyrus: I keep forgetting to use that coupon I got for a haircut. Besides, I'm much more attractive than him.
Andrew: You are a funny man, Cyrus.
Cyrus: That's fifty lashes!
Andrew: I gave your mom fifty lashes last night.
Albert: Cyrus, I believe you will need some ice for that burn.
Cyrus: I believe I need a whip and duct tape.
James: Oh goodness.
Albert: Oh goodness indeed.
Andrew: Run run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the mom joke man.
Cyrus: 1! 2! 3! 4!
Andrew: I'm sorry!
Stop!!Cyrus: Not until I get to fifty!
Albert: Oh dear, I'll get the paramedics.
James: I'll get some popcorn.
~to be continued~
