CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
I had a secret project occurring this whole time and I am now going to present it. I have been playing a multiplayer game on Earth 1000AD because nothing else worked. An update will come soon I just want to set the story right now.
It's been a cold winter this year in Europe. There have been many crop shortages all over the continent. My brother (Sir Trotsky) and I (Caterpillar King) have had to live on our own for the past four years. Also, if you wonder about our names, our parents were rather... interesting fellows. Regardless, we've been alone for years. Four years ago there was a terrible battle. The Battle of Thessalonica only years ago was what ended our lives and began our new ones. Our father was but a mere peasant. He worked Byzantine lands. The emperor Basil II wanted to take the lands on Bulgaria. He wanted it so badly that he conscripted many peasants into his army. Our dad was one of them. His name was Jovian and he was a foot soldier in the battle. His type of soldier was considered the fodder and he was the first to be sent out. Two weeks later we are told the news. Our mom cries. She doesn't stop crying for days it seems. My brother and I were always close so we had each other but our mom always seemed distant. I was only 14 when this happened. He was even younger, but only by a year. About a month after our dad was killed in battle, our mother left. She left in the night and never came back. We were rare among peasants in that we could read and write. She left a note saying "I have no further use here, I'm leaving for Greece, don't follow me". Now we were entirely alone. We then dedicated our lives to end the Byzantine ruler, Basil II, and end his tyranny.
Sir Trotsky was the creative one of us and he wanted to kill him with an icicle in the head for some reason. Nonetheless we planned it for years and years. We did the only conceivable thing and joined the army, he also had an obsession with ponies so naturally he joined the cataphracts. We worked our ranks up when people would mysteriously die from falling icicles. The Byzantine military was in shambles so they would literally take anyone into higher ranks. Trotsky was the one who wanted to take the throne. I let him do it as I personally wanted a challenge, Russia. I worked my way into a group of the military dedicated to the advancement of their Northern neighbor, Russia. Byzantium and Russia were always very close. Finally, at the turn of the millennium, we sprung into action. Trotsky murdered Basil during a party. He had made alot of friends in higher places to help him. Immediately all people who would oppose Trotsky were killed violently and quickly. Trotsky then took his rightful place on the throne with all of Byzantium at his whim. To the North my plan did not go as well. I had hired a marksman to shoot the Grand Prince of Kiev, Vladimir the Great. He actually missed and hit the rulers arm. That is when things went all wrong. I was forced to plunge my sword into the prince myself and that attracted all attention to me. The guards loyal to the prince immediately attacked me and caused severe injuries. The soldiers loyal to me finally did something and the fight for supremacy began. After the dust settled I was still standing, barely. I went to the palace in the center of Kiev, protected by my soldiers. I took my seat on the throne just as my little brother had. We were now poised to rule the world as two brothers whose love and care for each other was never ending.
Update soon!
It's been a cold winter this year in Europe. There have been many crop shortages all over the continent. My brother (Sir Trotsky) and I (Caterpillar King) have had to live on our own for the past four years. Also, if you wonder about our names, our parents were rather... interesting fellows. Regardless, we've been alone for years. Four years ago there was a terrible battle. The Battle of Thessalonica only years ago was what ended our lives and began our new ones. Our father was but a mere peasant. He worked Byzantine lands. The emperor Basil II wanted to take the lands on Bulgaria. He wanted it so badly that he conscripted many peasants into his army. Our dad was one of them. His name was Jovian and he was a foot soldier in the battle. His type of soldier was considered the fodder and he was the first to be sent out. Two weeks later we are told the news. Our mom cries. She doesn't stop crying for days it seems. My brother and I were always close so we had each other but our mom always seemed distant. I was only 14 when this happened. He was even younger, but only by a year. About a month after our dad was killed in battle, our mother left. She left in the night and never came back. We were rare among peasants in that we could read and write. She left a note saying "I have no further use here, I'm leaving for Greece, don't follow me". Now we were entirely alone. We then dedicated our lives to end the Byzantine ruler, Basil II, and end his tyranny.
Sir Trotsky was the creative one of us and he wanted to kill him with an icicle in the head for some reason. Nonetheless we planned it for years and years. We did the only conceivable thing and joined the army, he also had an obsession with ponies so naturally he joined the cataphracts. We worked our ranks up when people would mysteriously die from falling icicles. The Byzantine military was in shambles so they would literally take anyone into higher ranks. Trotsky was the one who wanted to take the throne. I let him do it as I personally wanted a challenge, Russia. I worked my way into a group of the military dedicated to the advancement of their Northern neighbor, Russia. Byzantium and Russia were always very close. Finally, at the turn of the millennium, we sprung into action. Trotsky murdered Basil during a party. He had made alot of friends in higher places to help him. Immediately all people who would oppose Trotsky were killed violently and quickly. Trotsky then took his rightful place on the throne with all of Byzantium at his whim. To the North my plan did not go as well. I had hired a marksman to shoot the Grand Prince of Kiev, Vladimir the Great. He actually missed and hit the rulers arm. That is when things went all wrong. I was forced to plunge my sword into the prince myself and that attracted all attention to me. The guards loyal to the prince immediately attacked me and caused severe injuries. The soldiers loyal to me finally did something and the fight for supremacy began. After the dust settled I was still standing, barely. I went to the palace in the center of Kiev, protected by my soldiers. I took my seat on the throne just as my little brother had. We were now poised to rule the world as two brothers whose love and care for each other was never ending.
Update soon!
