3000 B.C.
Regan stared out of the window of his oval office. He was about to make a decision that would forever change the way of life for the American people and how they would be viewed by the rest of the World. He thought hard about what he wanted to do, but in the end he really had no choice.
His Empire consisted of only two towns, the capital Washington and four days to the south, New York. The empire he controlled was but a narrow strip of land between two seas, the great ocean of the east and the great ocean of the west. That ***** Elizabeth of the English was but a mere five days to the north and she was constantly annoyed with him, even though he gladly traded information with her. Four days to the south, the French had their capital city of Paris. While Joan was friendly towards the American people, Regan knew that it was only a matter of time before the French made a move on the Americans, as they had nowhere to expand to. The Aztecs where directly to their south and were too strong for the French to attack with success.
With his decision made, Regan summoned all of his advisors to his office. He advised them that if their people were to survive on this island, then they had to do so through war. He was not surprised by the silence that met his statement. What he was surprised by, was the steely resolve he saw in their eyes. All except his domestic advisor Clinton, who had a reputation for choosing the skankiest women to peruse with. In his eyes he saw fear. I bet if we had ships to guard our coast, thats where he would run off to, Regan thought to himself.
He instructed his military advisor, Marshall, to start training warriors in Washington and training Spearmen in New York. All of our funds must be put into our military, so for the time being we will cut back on our Science research. He dismissed them.
Several months later, Marshall had sent an army of five warriors and three spearmen the the lands south of New York. At dawn, of the 17th of March, the warrior known as Patrick (who later became a Saint) led this army into French territory. The French foreign advisor quickly appeared asking Patrick what did he think he was doing? Patrick responded by sending a platoon of warriors against the walls of Paris. When they perished, he sent a second. There was no need to send a third. Paris was now the third town of the American empire and construction of a Temple was ordered. The French were destroyed and Joan was sent to Washington, where she became one of Clinton's mistresses.
2000 B.C.
Regan met with Marshall in his office. He had come to trust and respect his military advisor above all others, except for his wife, Nancy. Marshall was explaining to him that he had trained more warriors and spearmen and was respectfully requesting the order that would allow Patrick to move this army into Aztec territory and destroy that disrespectful bastard, Montezuma.
Regan thought about this for awhile. He knew his people would benefit from the furs and iron that the Aztecs possessed. "We will have them," he finally said to Marshall.
(to be continued when I'm not so busy at the office)
Regan stared out of the window of his oval office. He was about to make a decision that would forever change the way of life for the American people and how they would be viewed by the rest of the World. He thought hard about what he wanted to do, but in the end he really had no choice.
His Empire consisted of only two towns, the capital Washington and four days to the south, New York. The empire he controlled was but a narrow strip of land between two seas, the great ocean of the east and the great ocean of the west. That ***** Elizabeth of the English was but a mere five days to the north and she was constantly annoyed with him, even though he gladly traded information with her. Four days to the south, the French had their capital city of Paris. While Joan was friendly towards the American people, Regan knew that it was only a matter of time before the French made a move on the Americans, as they had nowhere to expand to. The Aztecs where directly to their south and were too strong for the French to attack with success.
With his decision made, Regan summoned all of his advisors to his office. He advised them that if their people were to survive on this island, then they had to do so through war. He was not surprised by the silence that met his statement. What he was surprised by, was the steely resolve he saw in their eyes. All except his domestic advisor Clinton, who had a reputation for choosing the skankiest women to peruse with. In his eyes he saw fear. I bet if we had ships to guard our coast, thats where he would run off to, Regan thought to himself.
He instructed his military advisor, Marshall, to start training warriors in Washington and training Spearmen in New York. All of our funds must be put into our military, so for the time being we will cut back on our Science research. He dismissed them.
Several months later, Marshall had sent an army of five warriors and three spearmen the the lands south of New York. At dawn, of the 17th of March, the warrior known as Patrick (who later became a Saint) led this army into French territory. The French foreign advisor quickly appeared asking Patrick what did he think he was doing? Patrick responded by sending a platoon of warriors against the walls of Paris. When they perished, he sent a second. There was no need to send a third. Paris was now the third town of the American empire and construction of a Temple was ordered. The French were destroyed and Joan was sent to Washington, where she became one of Clinton's mistresses.
2000 B.C.
Regan met with Marshall in his office. He had come to trust and respect his military advisor above all others, except for his wife, Nancy. Marshall was explaining to him that he had trained more warriors and spearmen and was respectfully requesting the order that would allow Patrick to move this army into Aztec territory and destroy that disrespectful bastard, Montezuma.
Regan thought about this for awhile. He knew his people would benefit from the furs and iron that the Aztecs possessed. "We will have them," he finally said to Marshall.
(to be continued when I'm not so busy at the office)
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