When considering the state of warfare in the twentieth century, one needs but to turn their attention to the life and times of general Maximus of Spain.
Born to a noble family that claimed their lineage could be traced to the great and wise kings of Spain in the eighteenth century, he volunteered for army service at the age of majority, and quickly rose to the ranks, displaying both martial skill and political acumen.
In the late thirties, the nation was troubled by reports of Greek fleets and armies, yet at the same time clamored for war against the English, who were beset by all the countries in the world. In a stunning revelation, the Greeks also joined the coalition against the English, and thus sealed their fate. General Maximus retired from the armed forces, and won the presidential elections running on a nationalistic platform.
He also promised to make the trains run on time, which wasnt too difficult, since there werent any trains in Spain.
In the year 1941, the Spanish were ready, and declared war. The English have successfully defended against the technologically inferior Greek army, and now had a corps of veterans, ready to defend London to their last drop of blood which suited Maximus just fine.
Though at a cost of all his artillery, which for inexplicable reasons are always the first casualty of war (alongside truth, foreign imports and clean underwear), Maximus took and held London but it was only the first part of a greater whole.
The city of Nottingham to the north was harassed by frigates since the start of the war, which were slowly eroding the enemy defenses. The scattered Greek forces have unsuccessfully tried to attack them on numerous occasions, but the city held steadfast until Maximus turned his gaze towards them. A single cavalry unit parked on the nearby hills led a suicidal charge, which the English infantry slaughtered, yet it was for naught, for they were simultaneously attacked from the sea, and, unable to regroup, lost their last stronghold on their capital island.
The year was 1948, and the wars objectives were achieved, yet Maximus, drunk with demonic delusions that plagued his family from times immemorial, personally led one final attack on the island of Hastings.
Whether it was his intention to destroy the English civilization, or what some historians refer to as provide breathing space for the glorious Spanish nation, we will never know. He personally led the most experienced unit, and was fatally wounded in battle. Disregarding the doctors attentions, he ordered a giant funeral pyre to be built in the city, and burnt himself together with the bodies of his fallen men.
The fire caught on, and destroyed the city, taking away the lives of some 90,000 inhabitants.
Thus, the insanity of one man determined to see his nation rise to greatness led only to countless deaths and destruction.
The world leaders condemned the actions of Spain, with the Persian superpower breaking their trade agreements and declaring Spain to be the centre of axis of evil (You are our worst enemy!). However, according to some conspiracy theorists, the two nations continued to trade under the wraps, as evidenced by the appearance of Spanish rice all throughout the Persian Empire in exchange for 19 million pesetas a year.
Meanwhile, the infrastructure of Spain was slowly disintegrating, as no effort was made to oversee it during Maximuss meteoritic rise to power. Perhaps a more reasonable leader would emerge, and rebuild the country from its ashes? Or perhaps there would be no respite for the common people?
Stay tuned. We have a hundred years left to do what we came here to do.
