IYou can't help but smile, staring down at your adoring citizens from your balcony up above them all. Up over their heads, just like every word you've ever said... innocent souls are so easy to corrupt. With the wave of a hand and a simple smile, you can make them cheer. With a simple word you could push them to action... And that's exactly what you've been doing. One war at a time, one fake sob-story to another, your citizens obeying each and every time and falling for all your sad little stories... It was pathetic how easy they were to manipulate. Who to take over next, is the question you ask yourself, but... Like you even need to. Your neighboring country is getting a bit too confident... How about knocking them down a few levels? But what'll be your story this time..? Last time it was a fake castle raid... Well... you've been meaning to get rid of that fiance of yours... That excuse will do. Now... It's time you get to work.
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Short Story's And Poems
RastgeleShort storys povs and poems Warning: contains graphic imagery (if u have a good or active imagination) contains strong topics. Always take breaks of this material is hard or heavy to read. Help is only a message away helpline are online and rememb...
