World On Fire (K-Mod)

Simba: Well, looks like he's updating again.

Simba: So, missionary, what have you found out?
Confucian Missionary: I found that there's a lot of land out there, I also discovered that my true calling is to teach others of Confucianism
Simba: What? NOOOOOOOOOO!
Confucian Missionary: I'm sorry Simba.

The Confucian Missionary commits suicide in Pasargadae, making everybody in the town believe his religion.

Simba: I'll miss that little missionary, he was such a good scout.

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Gandhi Potter: Hey, could I get a Compass from you?
Simba: Well can you?
Gandhi Potter: May I please get a compass from you?
Simba: I would have given it to you for free had you not been so gramatically inaccurate to begin with. I demand a Calendar
Gandhi Potter: Fine, but once I discover Magic, I'm coming for you!

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Simba: Hey Monty...
Monty: WAR GER MON GER WARMON!!!
Portugawa: Oh no! He's devolving! Quick Simba, throw him some letters to confuse him so we can escape!
Simba: Good idea! *throws Alphabet at Monty*
Monty: WAR GER GER MON GER WAR WAR MON'AR!

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Portugawa: I think we're ok now.
Simba: How can you be sure?
Portugawa: An hourglass popped up above our lands, surely that's a good sign.

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Simba: Also, we got Civil Service, which means Macemen, which means one step closer to world domination! :devil:

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It was just another day until the worst possible thing happened, Simba broke his nose.

Simba: Hey, Portugawa, is my nose supposed to feel crooked?
Portugawa: Oh my goodness, you should get that fixed.
Simba: With what?
Portugawa: Well, we just discovered Metal Casting, perhaps a metal nose cast would help?
Simba: Whatever happened to plaster?
Portugawa: It hasn't been invented yet.

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Portugawa: You look ridiculous now! :lol:
Simba: Shut up, this isn't very confortable
Portugawa: I know, we'll call you...Tycho
Simba: Why?
Portugawa: I heard of this guy on a different planet who had the bridge of his nose cut off in a fight and had a metal prosthetic nose, therefore, you're now Tycho.
Tycho: Fine, but as soon as this is off I demand a new name! (This is the point where the good old readers suggest a name!)

Tycho: Anyways, I better see if Monty is finished gnawing on the Alphabet.
Monty: WAR *burp* Ger.
Tycho: Amazing, he seems almost civilized now, less caps at least.
Monty: war ger ger mong
Tycho: Oh, you want pigs? Give me two shinies every couple years and you have a deal.

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Gandhi Potter: You know, I could use Metal Casting too, my leg is broken and it's really not conducive to movement.
Tycho: And a huge, bulky metal cast is?
Gandhi Potter: I don't understand the question.

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Tycho: Well, there you go. Hey, you don't mind if I take these technologies while you're immobilized in that massive cast, do you?
Gandhi Potter: Curse you TYCHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
 
Lol at the metal cast joke. Nice find. But Potter not talking about magic??? Blasphemy :) Nice game so far.
 
It was the dawning of a new day and Tycho/Simba/??? looked out the window and addressed Portugawa.

Simba/Tycho/???: Well, the cast is off, what shall my new name be?
Portugawa: Why are you looking out the window instead of at me?
Simba/Tycho/???: I thought it would be (turns head slowly) more dramatic.
Portugawa: Well, we got a whole one vote, and it was for Samuel, so that's what it is.
Simba/Tycho/???: One vote? Seriously, just one?
Portugawa: Well, we don't have a democracy yet, so it's actually a miracle this voter wasn't throw into prison.
Simba/Tycho/???: Well, was there a hanging chad or something? Anything but Samuel :cry:.
Portugawa: No, we don't even have chads or anything, you're now Samuel.
Samuel: :cringe: Ok, I'll just have to embrace it. By the way, I'm King Samuel now.
Portugawa: Already regrowing a big head?
Samuel: No, it's just that we adopted Hereditary Rule and the only appropriate title for a hereditary ruler is "King"

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Portugawa: Would you like to write that down?
Samuel: What? What are you talking about?
Portugawa: Well, we discovered something...
Samuel: What is it?
Portugawa: Are you ready?
Samuel: The excitement is killing me, just tell me what it is!
Portugawa: It's...PAPER!
Samuel: :dubious: Paper? You got me all excited for paper? I hate you.
Portugawa: You'll hate me more after this then.
Samuel: What is it now?
Portugawa: You have a paper cut.
Samuel: :aargh: NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It hurts so bad!

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Samuel: Quick, build me a hospital with the Construction we just learned how to do!

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Portugawa: :shake: Our country has a long, long way to go.
 
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