The mighty Carthaginian people, industrious and seafaring, originate from a lovely land of wide grasslands beside a river. The wide open coast stretches to the west and an inviting herd of cattle are nearby. A tribe had also settled nearby that might be willing to help the Carthaginian people. Hannibal looks over his domain and thinks to himself “What a wonderful world this must be for the Carthaginian to have such bountiful land. We shall settle our city immediately! How could we find a better place?”
Hannibal stepped forwards and declared that the people should found a city in his honor and to bare his great name, Hannibalopolis. “From the city” declared Hannibal, “we shall multiply and cover all the lands!”
“Wait!” said the mighty priests of the god bigFRANK. “You have failed to consult with the gods and that has angered them mighty Hannibal. With the gift of the alphabet bestowed by our ancestors we have made a method of divining called numerology and the gods have told us that better land lies to the north east. We must set upon a journey for the next 150 years to find the true promised land. And for your insolence, the gods have granted upon you immortality so that you may live long enough to understand the plan the gods have for the Carthaginians. May you live 6050 years, you may then know their wisdom.”
Hannibal, dejected because his people honored the gods above him, looked over the beautiful lands of the Carthaginians and stammered “But . . . but . . . grassland . . . river . . . cows . . .”
“Be not tempted by such things.” Warned the priests of bigFRANK. “Our path lies far from here. Oh, and one more thing,” The priest of bigFRANK said as they departed, “Do not neglect to post a screen shot so that the gods may overlook our progress and micromanage us from the heavens of the Internet.”
Hannibal dared not ignore the demands of the priests. So the people walked while Hannibal learned how to post to the Internet with the help of his science advisor. But before leaving, Hannibal looked for volunteers to speak with the nearby natives, knowing that they would not be hostile to such a fledging group as the Carthaginians. From the rear a voice was heard. A quiet man stepped forward and introduced himself as Bob from Account Temps.
“What is this Account Temps?” Hannibal demanded.
Hannibal’s domestic advisor quickly stepped forward and said “Good and mighty Hannibal, these are superb and industrious workers. We can use them to irrigate our lands, build mines and roads, chop down forests and many other things.”
Hannibal nodded wisely. “Can they count the money in our treasure and make it multiple by using shady accounting practices? We must at all time remember to preserve our triple A bond rating.”
The domestic advisory sadly shook his head. “I fear not, for we do not yet understand the arcane ways of math or economics. We will need to wait for many generations for such mechanizations.”
Hannibal did not understand why this Bob was from an accounting agency if his people did not understand these things but he decided the gods were already working in mysterious ways. Best not to tempt fate.
Hannibal turned to Bob and said “Is it possible you can go speak to the nearby natives and steal something from them?”
Bob though for a moment and said “Good and mighty Hannibal, we are accountants, not thieves.”
Hannibal shook his head, truly baffled. “What is the difference?”
After a short discussion Bob agreed to see what could be done. Upon entering the village, Bob negotiated with the natives and set up many 401Ks. In gratitude, the Minoans gave the Carthaginians Pottery.
Unfortunately the stock market crash of 3950BC wiped out the savings of the Minoans and they had to uproot their village and move elsewhere. Hannibal simply chuckled at the deviousness of Bob the Account Temp.
After 50 years they have passed through much fertile land that had many cows. Hannibal looked to the priests and said, “Can we stop now and build our wonderful city?” He did not wish it so, for he feared the city would ruin the land for the cows. This time fortune smiled upon Hannibal and the priest shook their heads.
“No, our path lies to the northeast still.” The priest proclaimed.
“But there is only open ocean to the northeast! We cannot build a city on the ocean! And . . .are those ICEBERGS floating in the water?”
The priests looked chagrinned. By now they had learned how to make pottery bowls for a new type of diving. They quickly huddled around their pottery bowls. “Err . . . we shall head east and then north to found our first city. Yeah, that is what the gods intended all along. Just a small misunderstanding. Diving is an art, not a science.”
“You want us to settle on a tundra when we have perfectly good land HERE?”
“Our path is not the easy one, Hannibal.” The priests chastised the great leader.
Hannibal looked over the priests with much skepticism but what could he do against the gods? He began to order his people to move yet again. Then from the rear a voice was heard, that same great voice with a trembling word rang loud and clear.
“What am I doing here?” Bob from Account Temps asked.
Looking over the lands Hannibal decided that the land of many cows would be within reach of tundra locked Hannibalopolis so he declared that bob should move to the cow tile and begin to irrigate the lands and then road his way towards the city. He waited for the priests to object but they seemed busy with their pottery bowls.
Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief and the Carthaginian people moved on towards the promised land.
The peopled moved on. In 3900 BC, weary, Hannibal asked the priests “Are we there yet?”
The priests had managed to mix their alphabet and pottery into a new diving device. It had been crafted over the coarse of 50 years by eight influential priests and crafted in the shape of a ball. After consulting the new device by shaking it vigorously and waiting for a number to float to the surface, the priest confidentially proclaimed “Decidedly not.”
Grumbling, Hannibal ordered the people to move on.
In 3850BC the people finally came to the place foreseen as ‘the promised land’ by the gods. Hannibal smiled and proclaimed “We shall now found the city of Hannibalopolis!”
But the priests were already shaking their head. “No, great and mighty Hannibal. “ These were priest of the clever CommandoBob, a god not to be crossed. “It is the will of the gods that this city shall be called Smilin’ Bob.”
Hannibal considered thwarting the gods – after all, had they not led the Carthaginians to a tundra land? Unfortunately by the time that Hannibal began to move against the priests he realized he had been outmaneuvered. The priests of CommandoBob were already handing out tablets for ‘male enhancement’ and they had the people firmly on their side.
Grumbling, Hannibal agreed to the demand.
Next city, he promised himself.
Upon settling the land, the Carthaginians discovered tobacco nearby.
Hannibal knew it wouldn't be long before the priest demanded that this substance be brought to them for a new divinatory practice.
No sooner had he sat upon his throne then his science advisor appeared . . . with the priests of the wise and knowing Elephantium. Hannibal relaxed. Elephantium was known to be a reasonable god that did not use such methods as this widely popular and seemingly magical ‘8 ball’.
The science advisor said “Great and mighty Hannibal, we must learn the secrets of Writing!” The priests nodded in agreement.
Hannibal thought on this and said “Many others have suggested working bronze, or creating a thing called the wheel. Why should we learn writing?”
The priest of Elphantium said “It may give the priests and people a better use for the alphabet, great Hannibal.”
That alone would have been enough for Hannibal but the science advisor said “It can lead to many other secrets as well!”
The domestic advisory added “And we can draft a want add for the local paper so we can hire more Account Temps.” Everyone agreed to that. Had not Bob done such excellent work so far?
All in agreement, research was set to writing. So eager was Hannibal that he declared that research should begin with all possible haste towards the goal. After all, had not the god Elephantium demanded this research?
Then he was interrupted by his military leader “Lord Hannibal. We need warriors to protect our lands, scout the area and smoke the tobacco.” Hannibal agreed to this as well and quickly issued the order before one of the ‘gods’ could interfere.
In 3600 BC the first group of warriors were trained. Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief. Now the Carthaginians would be safe for all time! At the behest of his military advisor the warriors were sent to explore to the south while more warriors were trained.
Meanwhile Bob from Account temps had finished with the cows and began to road back to Smilin’ Bob.
It was the dawn of 3500 BC and Hannibal looked over his empire, dreaming of the day he could found Hannibalopolis.