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I will just post on this whenever I have ideas, it just little skits ALSO I do not intend to offend anyone so enjoy this with the 14132434 other ones like this
In this little skit New France (Nowadays France) And Napoleonic France are brother and sister two separate people
"SHES DEAD SISTER, SHE GONE SHES GONE!!!" My brother bolts into my bed room with the faint smell of iron on him and runs to where I was laying on the four post bed with a book in my hands
"What?"
"OH SISTER!! SHES GONE!! HER HEAD IS ON A PIKE!!!" He lifts me up from the bed and forces me to dance with him, he swaes me forward and back in a unnerving way
"S-slow down brother, What are you talking about?" He stops and twirls around; like he drank a bottle of ale. He stumbled over to the window, his eyes fixated on the cloudy sky outside. The weather seemed to mirror my emotions. The once-bright sunshine had been replaced by a thin layer of clouds that cast a dull pallor over everything. The landscape outside appeared lifeless and washed out.
He throws his coat on the floor. I pick it up to see blood on it its bright colors staining the cuffs.
"..."
"W-what d-did y-you do..?" I stammer out staring at the coat. He slowly turns around his smile eerie
"I killed mother"
My heart skips a beat, and my breath hitches in my throat. His words leave me speechless, my mind struggling to process his confession. "What?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling.
He takes a few steps towards me, his smile widening, as if he finds pleasure in my shock. "You heard me," he replies calmly, his gaze never leaving mine.
"She's gone! But whats next sister? The filthy brits? ALL OF EUROPE? I WILL DO IT ALL SISTER!!" His deranged laughter fills the room, sending a chill down my spine. It's clear that his actions have unhinged him, leaving behind any semblance of rationality or empathy.
"You... you can't mean that," I manage to say, my voice barely a whisper. The realization of what he's done and what he's suggesting leaves me feeling sick to my stomach.
He dances around the room, his movements erratic and frenzied. The blood-stained coat lies discarded on the floor, a stark reminder of the gruesome act he's committed.
"Of course I can" he says, his gaze locking onto mine. After all, who's to stop me? I've already killed our own mother. Nothing is holding me back now."
He steps closer, his eyes glinting with a manic energy that I hardly recognize. I instinctively take a step back, my mind racing to figure out a way to diffuse the situation.
"You can't go on a rampage," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Think of the consequences, innocent the people you would harm."
He stops his dancing and scoffs at my words. "Country? Is that what you're worried about now? Sister, we have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here! We can rule the world!" He leans in closer, his intensity growing by the second.
"Think about it, sister. We could have all the power, all the control. We could be feared and respected across the globe.!"
As he speaks, the room seems to grow darker and dimmer, as if the shadows themselves cower in fear of his words. His eyes gleam with a dark, unnatural light, and his voice takes on a chilling, almost supernatural tone.
"Why worry about the future, sister, when I can shape it myself? There is no one who can stop me now."
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