snapped!
In the duration of an instant Rommel was brought before
the supreme judges' bedside.
“At your service, your highness,” said he with a polite
bow.
“Rally forth our best men in as much obscurity as
possible. Collect our best weapons of war, for a state of war
now exists between us and Britannia. Announce the departure of our air brigade! Load our terrible birds of war
with our best weapons of fire and destruction. Allow them to
arrive with systematic precision in order that their capitol
city might suffer a methodical bombardment. Hurry! Be
quick, time waits not for any one!”
The warrior, Rommel, issued forth from the chamber with
the sacred order weighing heavy within his reminiscent
mind, and that message was then delivered. In the duration
of a fortnight huge quantities of iron war birds were
systematically produced, tripling the force of the terrible air
brigade. Never before had the sons of men in the duration of
all history witnessed the extravagance of such force,
ingenuity, and sheer iron clad persistence. The very earth
beneath the feet of mortal man commenced to shake as
those horrendous birds of war roared louder than all the
lions of earth combined. Two by two they raced high above
the face of the earth, lifting into high heaven enveloped in a
sheer grace that would cause an eagle to cringe with
jealousy. The speed at which they made exit was heightened into it's maximum capacity, and an evil spell was cast forth
into the wind by the Teutonic King, in order that the air
brigade might not suffer defeat.
From the black book of the dead these spells were
wrought, and it was on that very day that Satan appeared
before the king, delivering his instructions for world
conquest and rule of darkness. Many Teutonic Knights while
donned in full armor, fell down upon their very knees as the
king of darkness transformed from a floating mist into a
physical being. That vaporous mist of evil hung above the
empire as the dark seven continued in consultation.
Now, surly even before the sky was cluttered with those
terrible birds of war, and their roar was to be perceived as
oceanic winds that whisked the awful roar far away into
exotic lands abroad, did every beast of the field flee before
it's mighty advance. Behold even the beasts detected the
sadistic nature of Teutonic intellect inspired by that great
lord of darkness himself! Great hosts of fish deep inside the
sapphire waters of the crystal sea now dove straight down into it's inner most depths, so that they might not become
defiled by the evil which was about to dawn upon those sons
of mortal men. Likewise did the grains in the earth of the
fields, and the majestic timbers standing tall deep in the
ancient woodlands, provide a sanctuary for those so full of
fear.
During the light of that infamous day, the winds across
the Oceanus Britannica were blowing in the direction of the
kingdom of Britannia, and it was then that the sons of men
raced forth from their undefiled homes to gaze forth across
that sea and perceive the terrible roar of the war birds. All
those who lent ear knew from whence came the roar. All
servants who had listened raced forth into their master's
chambers in order that he might loudly proclaim the fateful
warning.
That ever glorious king of the Brits then spoke upon the
wind, demanding the Teutonic King to make an abrupt halt
on his advance, lest his kingdom suffer total destruction.
The Teutonic King answered by saying:
“Behold thou sons of men! We shall never surrender. It
will be you who shall suffer catastrophic defeat! We shall
never cease our onslaught, until your cities are transformed
into heaps of smoldering ashes. Your dead shall litter the
streets upon which you now merrily tread about. Your every
mustering of military might shall be in vain! For your death
must surly come in order that your land might progress
beneath the boots of a superior people!”
The people of Britannia raced about hysterically in hopes
of securing the mainlands and cities with the greatest care
and precision. Those common men of the range
transformed themselves into warriors overnight. Beaches,
roadways, bridges, and the village square was fortified,
transformed now into strongholds where food and material
for battle might be acquired. Mighty iron birds of war were
constructed in order that they might prosper, finding their
strength and glory in the lofty heights of heaven above.
Their strength and drive for battle was not entirely
generated within their own boarders, for it was those who remained mutual within the boarders of the Golden Eagle
who most understood the urgency of their cry for supplies;
and so they gave aide to their brothers of the sacred blood
through supplies who were now forced to rise up in arms! At
long last they could smile on their achievements, and now
all gentle women were concealed within protective
enclosures. All crying babes were to be cuddled, for the
weight of battle was upon them all.
Within the twilight of the twelfth striking, underneath the
shimmering glint of lunar beams of golden light, those
Teutonic birds of war cluttered the very heavens above the
entire kingdom of Britannia, whose mortal inhabitants
confined themselves deep inside their fortresses offering
prayer to the Lord Of Hosts, Lord Of Lords. Suddenly a steady
endless hail of fire was poured upon the capitol city of
Londinium, raising high the cries of those in want and
already weary in distress. Ancient temples that had long
withstood the trials of centuries tumbled into heaps of
rubble upon the face of the earth, as the sons of all men stood frozen in horror, to forever grieve over the works of
their forefathers as they crumbled into smoldering heaps.
For endless hours fire raged through every house, whether
out in the open or obscured from sight.
Now all regions of the land were abruptly ablaze. Field
and grasslands, towering woodlands, city streets and
towns, they all burned alike. Fire burned so fiercely and
hammered so violently with the force of thunder, that the
inhabitants were forced to flee deep into the very belly of
the earth, until the raging storm of fire, iron and lead died
down into smoldering cinders.
“Never shall we surrender, not even when the last man
falleth,” shouted the king of Britannia.
When supplies exhausted, canines, which once served as
loyal pets, were slaughtered for the feast. The Holy Father in
heaven, upon recognition of his people's anguish, caused
the beasts of the field to migrate into the smoldering city
streets; and as they raced forth in great droves, those
people now in seclusion made proper use of them. As a result of this nutritional aide they persevered, prospering
even in the advance of those who desired to destroy them.
Steadfast they held on, enveloped tight with the wisdom and
strength of the Almighty to aide them onward! Not an
ounce, not a single bit of morale was wrested from the
minds of those Britannic people, and it was from these
minds, these still smoldering embers that the first warriors
of that most grand of armies were called into action!
From deep within the courts of heaven the Almighty
became fully aware of the battle's progress, and he now saw
fit for the first chapter of Teutonic conquest to be initiated,
and it was under this pretense that he cause a great and
mighty wave of extreme vigor and brute strength to enter
into the heats and minds of those Britannic people. Though
they were vastly outnumbered, they gave launch to mighty
birds of war with a new found conviction from above, that
victory was to be contained among their gifts for their
loyalty to all that which is holy, and the honor and praise
that they had given unto his holy name.
Into the outstretched arms of the brazen sky those iron
birds of war arose. Like graceful bunnies they were when
standing on the damp ground, but like roaring lions they
became when they were on their way into the heavens! It
was upon that night of the mist enveloped moon, when
Taurus reined across the midnight sky, that those Britannic
warriors released their might upon Teutonic aggression.
High in the heavens two mighty legions of warriors, born
upon the wing, met in order that they might settle their
differences with raging gushing fire, iron and lead, and the
swift sword of light. Thousands of Teutonic war birds poured
forth endlessly, as though the very sky itself had opened it's
gates in order that it might free an army of villains! Huge
eggs spawning raging fire demons were released as the
terrible swift sword of light slashed at the throat of
Britannia, who also rode high upon their fabulous birds of
war.
Every civilized man of quality held his breath, behold
every true man of honor and worth that the very earth afforded, now fell upon his knees in hopes that his prayers
might ride with all of Britannia. Many a iron bird and gallant
warrior fell from lofty heights only to die a cruel death upon
the smoldering cinders below, for the midnight message of
death and destruction had advanced upon them and had no
mercy. Soldiers of the apocalypse they were, for all the
virtues of civilization rode upon their bulging shoulders.
Every hope and wish rode with them, every being capable of
love and brotherly respect cast his most gracious hopes
upon those winged legions of war lords. For every Teutonic
bird of war that was sent plunging into the bottomless pit of
hell, four appeared to take it's place to deliver fire from
whence his brother had left off. The sapphire sky
transformed into a hue richer than crimson blood and fire
combined that tended to appear much thicker in
consistency, flowing ever freely into the distant horizon.
Never before in the entire history of Britannia had courage
flowed forth into hearts of men like raging lions in the midst
of full charge, diving in every direction to pour forth a fiery deliverance upon the heads of the enemy. Never even in the
duration of a single moment did the vision of conquest over
the enemy flee from within their mental grasp. A combined
subconscious homed in upon a single aspiration, causing
various sequences to materialize, therefore the ancient
spirit of luck rode within their gallant ranks.
Throughout all hours of the day and night fire poured
down upon the capitol city and hundreds of war birds
plunged into a grave of flames. Many Teutonic warriors met
their end, carried swiftly in the arms of the death angel
where they were destined to suffer for the duration of
eternity.
Deep within the bowels of the earth mothers shivered
violently, snuggling closely their gentle children who
whimpered from within heaps of rubble, wailing to their
mothers in anguish.
“Oh dear mother, when will the Grand Army of The Golden
Eagle ride forth to deliver us from the foul hand of Satan,
which seeks to wipe us from the very face of the earth?”
Mothers only gazed upon their small children straining
back tears even to the very point of chocking away precious
breath, for they had no answer to the questions of their
gentle small ones. Silently within the enclosures of their
own mental reflections they then commenced to rationalize
with themselves.
When will that Grand Army ride forth into glory in the
name of world peace and prosperity? When oh when will
those brazen soldiers glittering brilliantly in their gold plated armor, ride forth from the shimmering horizon to unite with
our own, to share in the fruits of conquest? Must the entire
earth fatten death with a fabulous feast of human flesh,
until only they themselves remain? How terrible! How
horrendous! Please oh please Great Father in heaven, do
prod their glorious army into a furious action for the
preservation of civilization and the good fruits there in!
The rage above continued until every stammering tongue
ceased, and every voice became silent. The very walls of the
earth's civilization now shook as the onslaught heightened in it's pace. Massive explosion followed another massive
explosion, until the very pillars of the world began to
crumble. Behold, if the fight is lost from above, those
terrible legions will come to devastate each person
individually. “Upon our demise will follow that of the entire
world,” they said among themselves, “but we cannot do it all
alone!”
Runners were consistently allowed to race throughout
those streets of cinders, in order that food rations might be
received, whether from an urchin of the streets or from the
hand of friendly troops. Each parent drew straws in order
that their child might have a fair chance to avoid the rat
race for food amid the dangers of the streets. Many a
shivering mother watched helplessly as her only son dodged
those exploding death blossoms of fire that consistently fell
upon the streets, even to the outer limits of the countryside.
This base existence constituted the plight of the common
man who refused to surrender in the face of the greatest
As the fight continued, in the loft of the high heavens the
gallantry of those once overwhelmed, now had reduced the
numbers of the enemy into that of their own range. Never
before had such courage of men been witnessed by every
corner of the entire earth.
That ancient somber hued river, Thames, now
transformed into a thick bloody soup. The surge of battle
swelled, giving up a deluge of torn corpses that were
scattered about within every flaming street corner or alley.
Orphaned and abandoned children raced for forage and
cover as a great onslaught of raging fire sought to
exterminate them from the face of all the earth for all
eternity. Their cries for assistance were heard by none. No
person that passed by even seized upon the moment to give
assistance to an insignificant child waif, some one else
must bear the weight of that responsibility, they would say
as they passed, while these naked and hungry children only
ran for cover. Upon the women whose flesh had bore them
must be lain the wretched responsibility of caring for their own. Their insignificant lives are of no concern to us who
must care for our own. Away with you! Leave those morsels
about my abode for the dogs, they need to eat to!
With this a child of ten was reduced to acts of theft,
seeking nourishment for a small brother or sister on
sidewalks and scorched potholes. As they searched for
nourishment many small children found relief in the arms of
death, who whisked them away forever into the outer void.
The greatest horror of every mother found it's place deep in
the minds of many who gazed forward as their dear sons
raced upon cinders only to be ripped into shreds by flaming
iron fragments.
As the mighty forces gradually became equalized, a few
individuals separated from the shelter of the main body,
transforming themselves into squadron Commandants who
would lead units deep into the heart of the Teutonic
Kingdom. Steadfast they raced forth with a new conviction
that the enemy would suffer a terrible defeat. From a height
of seventy thousand fathoms those once void outer limits were transformed into a glowing crimson blanket that
illuminated the entire kingdom with an extraordinary aura!
Every eye within these boarders gazed forward upon those
flaming transgressions in the heart of their capitol. As the
eyes of those terrible war birds caught sight of the
magnitude of this horrendous atrocity, anger raged hotter
than the furnace below tore the hearts of many, causing
them to tremble with rage.
Now possessed with a new found vigor, they flew across
the midnight sky toward the Teutonic capitol so that they
might deliver a bloody vengeance. In absence of the
Teutonic winged forces those Britannic birds of war dipped
and dove at complete liberty. A blood drenched vengeance
was wrested from those of the Teutonic multitudes, their
dead lay scattered about for leagues and leagues below. At
long last the impenetrable womb of the superior Teutonic
had been shattered. Thousands of Britannic birds of war
followed the advance, replacing any that had plunged into
the earth below. A fire was struck that raged violently throughout that ancient Teutonic Capitol city. Its people
raced to and fro, filled with the conviction that the attack
had resulted from centuries of hatred incited by neighboring
kingdoms. Thousands were cast into the arms of death as a
result of this base lie.
The reverberating explosions of fire eggs drove many
people who had remained hidden to be overcome with
madness, and they raced forth into the streets only to be
ripped into shreds by unseen fragments of lead and iron.
Hysterically those people who had once flaunted their
adoration for Odin, now cried unto the one and true Almighty
for shelter from the fire above, but the Almighty heard them
not. They cried out unto the Almighty, declaring that they
had been bestowed with a superior wisdom, and that they
were utilizing it to establish a global that was justifiably
theirs. The Almighty then smiled at their prayers, for
mankind would never be in control of earthly affairs,
therefore an effort to establish control would continually
prove to be futile; and many fell upon his knees to beg for mercy upon his realization that a terrible punishment was to
befall them all; and so, the Almighty turned his face from
their destruction.
Now convinced that aide from the Almighty was in vain,
they resorted to collectively claiming themselves to posses
superhuman qualities, utilizing the powers of suggestion to
their utmost benefit. Their further incursions into enemy
territory increased in cruelty and pace. With this new
suggestion of strength increased, the Teutonic empire
unleashed an unprecedented brutal onslaught upon every
kingdom of free men that exists in the realm of the entire
earth. So terrible was their release of cruelty that entire
kingdoms degenerated into the thick mist of ignorance, that
same mist of ignorance that prevailed during the glorious
reign of great King Arthur and the mighty Hrothgar.
In many great and mighty battles throughout the course
of earth's long history, those terrible Teutonic Knights had
attempted to seize that golden bricked road that so
elegantly completed the connection between the Great Teutonic capitol and that of King Alibaba to the far south. It
is true in the volumes of mortal man's history, that the great
Teutonic kaiser of the past generation, had ambitions to
seize this splendid area of the kingdom, but had failed as a
result of his gluttonous behavior. The Teutonic King now
swore a mighty oath inscribed upon the golden fleece from
Oslo, that he would secure the sacred realm of prosperity. To
this end those legions of darkness marched forth to conquer
all the lands thereabouts.
In the lands toward the far south, an extremely violent
race of men were bread from a conglomeration of races
throughout the surrounding area. Many of these men still
chose to cling unto the customs of their insurgents, causing
a great rivalry among many factions. These people were
nomads, existing in the sacred manner of the ancients, and
so conducted warfare in the savage manner of the guerrilla
warrior. For countless centuries these people had reduced
their neighbors' domain into that of smoldering ashes,
resulting only to thievery for the purpose of prosperity. A unification of their factions was impossible, since hatred
would continue to seethe among all the men from the
different provinces. From an overview of the kingdom's
situation the Teutonic King gazed toward their lands,
plotting a bloody vengeance for their king a thousand
generations before. In the light of day the Teutonic King
gazed forward through the crystal window of his palace
contemplating the placement of his legions. Not only was he
contemplating the seizure of those mountain people, but he
directly envisioned the strategic conquest of the Greeks and
all of that land that offered sanctity to the Slavic people.
In those days the son of a once great and mighty king
seized power over the land of the mountain nomads, but had
not established any doctrine of trade and power through
which the path of commerce might guide those people into
prosperity. King Boris had now seized an Almighty power,
and desired to secure his state of rein upon his fellow
countrymen. And so it was, he sold the responsibility of
trade to the Teutonic empire, in order that his mind might be free from worry, and his heart free to woo the fair maidens of
the countryside. Upon making the purchase, the Teutonic
King reserved great stores of resources taken from the
kingdom at his will, thereby preventing King Boris from
accomplishing diplomatic trade and making use of those
resources for the prosperity of his own kingdom. Upon this
act, these mountain nomads became totally dependent
upon those kingdoms who shipped great stores of arms into
the heartland, in order that he might do battle in the name
of Teutonic interests. Under this rule life for those nomads
was one of ease, and many raced hysterically into battle in
the name of the Teutonic empire. The pact between the
Teutonic empire and the nomads was sealed in order that
kingdoms inquiring into their supportive inclinations might
be led to believe that they supported those kingdoms of
righteousness. A continual inquiry was made by the
Britannic people, and this king of the nomads soon admitted
that he was supportive of Teutonic interests. Within this
nomadic kingdom of people, a mighty plan was conceived for the conquest of the Greeks. Already the Romans had
attempted to pierce this gracious pasture land of Achilles,
but had ultimately failed, and so graciously he had awaited
their arrival. Upon their arrival, the nomads and the kingdom
of Britannia secured all diplomatic relations.
So into the lush pastures of the Greeks those nomad
armies rode. Soon many principalities were under the
control of these warring people. Under the direction of their
leader who remained steadfast in his own convictions , he
then directed his army to reverse its charge, and direct it's
blows toward the Teutonic Knights.
Upon the mouth of the mighty Danube was placed a seal
that prevented any exit from within the Teutonic mainland.
Instantly those Teutonic Knights rushed forth in the absence
of nomadic armies, and seized total control over all affairs of
the kingdom and the affairs of the people. As a result the
people chose to rebel openly. Masses of people chose to
side with Britannia by ignoring great fines, and placing