amondrubee
Veteran
I changed her strength to 600 just for the lolz. While I was lol'ing cause my 30 Greater Jarls have surrounded her, she was slaughtering them like sheep. I kept lol'ing, and lol'ing, until I finally realised I only have several Nord Veterans left...
That's when I stop lol'ing and screamed for my oh great great grandmother- may she rest in peace. Lady Larktin charged at me, her blade nearing my heart, which was beating so fast, moreso than last time I lol'd so badly when I outnumbered 1 peasant women with 60 Archdukes. Ah, that was such a great fight, watching her run in fear. Too bad I decided to start a new game.
So lady Larktin came swinging her demonic blade like a wild beast. I ran and ran, promising myself never to lol at the enemy just because I outnumber them if I survive this. I managed to retreat. Companion lord Archilles came to my aid now, and once again, I decided with my ally of 50 troops, outnumbering her this badly, I'll watch at close range and keep lol'ing at how pathetic she fights against Archille's mighty army of 50.
One by one she handed back to my in body bags. I thought I had grown, but nothing had changed. I should have learnt my lesson. Time to stop lol'ing and run like hell. I didn't bother looking back when she decapitated Archille- may he rest in peace. Lol, never did like him anyway.
I escaped once again. Heaven helps me. It's a sign my life isn't due yet so I journeyed back to the local tavern, lol'ing at how lady Larktin is probably gang raped by desperate bandits as I drink another ale. The next day I remembered how she almost handed my ass to me. Too bad for her, cause I escaped, but too bad for my army, and Archille, and his army- may they rest in peace.
Here, in my retirement, I share to you all my glorious days as a [fine] commander.
That's when I stop lol'ing and screamed for my oh great great grandmother- may she rest in peace. Lady Larktin charged at me, her blade nearing my heart, which was beating so fast, moreso than last time I lol'd so badly when I outnumbered 1 peasant women with 60 Archdukes. Ah, that was such a great fight, watching her run in fear. Too bad I decided to start a new game.
So lady Larktin came swinging her demonic blade like a wild beast. I ran and ran, promising myself never to lol at the enemy just because I outnumber them if I survive this. I managed to retreat. Companion lord Archilles came to my aid now, and once again, I decided with my ally of 50 troops, outnumbering her this badly, I'll watch at close range and keep lol'ing at how pathetic she fights against Archille's mighty army of 50.
One by one she handed back to my in body bags. I thought I had grown, but nothing had changed. I should have learnt my lesson. Time to stop lol'ing and run like hell. I didn't bother looking back when she decapitated Archille- may he rest in peace. Lol, never did like him anyway.
I escaped once again. Heaven helps me. It's a sign my life isn't due yet so I journeyed back to the local tavern, lol'ing at how lady Larktin is probably gang raped by desperate bandits as I drink another ale. The next day I remembered how she almost handed my ass to me. Too bad for her, cause I escaped, but too bad for my army, and Archille, and his army- may they rest in peace.
Here, in my retirement, I share to you all my glorious days as a [fine] commander.
