Princes of the Universe, Part I

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Just make sure not to buy full program, unload, reload, unload, reload
 
I am very impressed to say the least. I started reading this about 1 week ago and just arrived here, and all I can say is WOW. Your writing abilities surpass many of the authors of books that I read. The detail and emotion are truly astounding. Keep up the great work! You should consider maybe publishing this story, I would buy it! Thanks again for taking the time to write this story.:goodjob:

:woohoo::woohoo::woohoo::woohoo::woohoo::dance:
Lucius, Noble Man, is my favorite, very nice man!
 
Time goes by....
so slowy....
Time goes slowly.....
without my story
 
This isn't over, is it? I certainly hope not...:confused: :sad:
 
Wow this is the most epic video game fan-fiction I've ever seen. Is this what happens when Hemingway or Dickens smokes pot and gets addicted to CiV?:lol:

really though, quite entertaining well done:goodjob:
 
This isn't over, is it? I certainly hope not...:confused: :sad:
It ain't over 'til the last head rolls across the floor.

Er, next to last, actually...

Wow this is the most epic video game fan-fiction I've ever seen. Is this what happens when Hemingway or Dickens smokes pot and gets addicted to CiV?:lol:
I know I live in B.C., but trust me, I don't smoke any type of cigarette, funny or not. At least not recently. And I didn't inhale. ;)

Hemingway?

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The Short Happy Life of Huayna Capac

He walked into the cafe and ordered a drink. It was hot out and the drink felt cool. He swallowed it down.

"That was a good drink," he said.

"Yes, they're good here," she said.

"I love you," he said, turning to her.

"Oh, please, let's not spoil it," she said. Her hair was blond and curly, like a young girl's.

"Let's have another drink," he said.

"Let's," she said.

They had another drink.

"I have a Quechua," he told her. "Now where shall I put him?"

She stood up and slapped him across the face, hard.

"You ruined my life!" she told him. She walked out.

"Another drink?" the bartender asked him.

"Sure," he said.

...

Right, okay, back to work on this thing.
 
Firstly, I love your story. Excellent. I have been reading it for several days now and I have come to this point where I can't read the rest of this saga.

Just to let you know that there is one more civfanatic demanding for another chapter of this story.
 
OK, let me put this to you guys - I was thinking of hiring an assassin to nip over to see Sisiutil but, instead of killing him, he would simply "encourage" him to finish the damn story, i.e. stand behind him at the computer with a gun pointed at his head. I can think of only 3 main problems arising:

1) I don't know his real name

2) I don't know where in the hell in BC he lives

3) I don't know how dangerous his wife is and what she might do if she found a poorly-dressed ninja-wannabe holding a replica firearm at her hubby's head.

So, any help?

:lol:
 
tell bush Al Qeuada is in Canada, they do the rest.
 
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