Now, this is the story, all about how, my city got burned, turned up-side down, and i'd like to take a minute, just sit right, and i'll tell ya all about how I became the King of a Empire called Farts.
In Central America, spawned and made, on the ground where my city was mostly laid, chillin' out, maxin' out, relaxin' all cool, killing some French out side of rule (Peace treaty).
Okay, I can't think of any thing else to go along with the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song, so, I'm going to go into full seriousness mode. When I was thirteen, I got a neat little game, the descendent of another great game - this game, was called Age of Empires II. What I started out with, was a small little empire. I quickly renamed it 'Farts', in order for lines such as 'Farts is feeling sad', or 'Farts is happy.', since it sort of made the game sound, well, stupid. Well, anywho, I ally with the french, who were being led by Joan Of Arc, but it all changed (When the fire nation attacked) when I decided, 'Know what, who cares about the Baguette Swords (Not what I really thought) and kill them all.' When I killed the French, and, first taking Joan's peace offering and then killing the rest, I immediately went for William Wallace. After Four Hundred years in the game, and then the rest of the world's champions. I was quickly reminded of the beginning of the game, where I went 'I'm going to ally with EVERYBODY except for one guy, then kill that guy!'. It ended up in everybody getting killed, and the Mayans ruling part of the world. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with the little tips, where it went, 'Conquer more lands to gain more resources' or something. I dunno, but I know something drove me to have world domination. Victory was short-lasted once that met the game was won.