Requests
Apr 15th, 2010 by profadamworth in 100 Words
No Comments 

Lunch with Napoleon was a bust. King George now saw the fun-sized Emperor was determined to have his Waterloo.
“Plan B,” George thought as he fitted the Crown Jewels into the contraption on his arm. Sighting down it, he wondered if decapitating Napoleon with an energy weapon could really affect France’s entry into the American Revolutionary War, considering it concluded thirty years prior.
No matter. Mad George was determined to regain the colonies. If there was a chance it would disrupt history, he’d kill every last goddamn Frenchmen in the continuum.
Sometimes, he liked letting the prophyria do the thinking.