Just a few things I thought up for my new obsession. These will just be some of the scenes, most of these will be of our dear Britannia and Celt. Tell me if you think it works.
Thanks to these two for dealing with it:
Britannia: Final count, 42.
Celt: 42? That's not bad for a pointy ear, elvish princess. I, myself, am sitting pretty on 43.
Britannia: *grabs her spear and stabs the body Celt is sitting on* 43.
Celt: He was already dead!
Britannia: He was twitching!
Celt: He was twitching cause he's got my axe embedded in his nervous system!
Celt: What's happening out there?
Britannia: Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?
Rome: You, lack all honor! I have seen how you treat your friends! We came to you once, starving, homeless; seeking your help. But you turned your back! You, turned away from the suffering of my people and the inferno that destroyed us! ihm rheid ahm rhad al sul!
Germania: Do not talk to me of dragon fire! I know it's wrath and ruin. I have faced the great serpents of the North. I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon, but he would not listen. You are just like him.
*guards start to take Rome away*
Germania: Stay here if you will, and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in a life of an Elf. I'm patient. I can wait.
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