Manfred Von Fredman during his final days.

Indeed, gather around children and behold the tale of Manfred von Fredman, the bastard spinoff relative of Manfred von Ricthofen(The Red Baron)and a true hero of World War 1! Now, Manfred was born in the small country of Spanzgerminstien which was just off of the border of the Austrian Empire but because the Austrian Empire was given less than a flying fig about during almost their entire history, nobody bothered to notice the tiny blot of land to the west. Manfred led an interesting early life in Spanzergerminstien as he had a genetic deformity that caused his hair to grow excessively in which case he ended up with meter-long blonde hair yet the eyes and reflexes of a Red Spanzergerminstienian Groop Hawk. The hair issue also lead him to be mistaken for a women oftentimes until he decided to join the Spanzergerminstien Sheep Cavalry as an artillery director. However, because of the massive bankruptcy of the government with the enormous amount of copper statuettes of outhouses, they were unable to purchase any sort of ammunition. Instead, they simply fired rotten vegetables and such into the center of enemy lines to inflict diseases and call in airstrikes by the flies, a mutual friend of the Spanzers. Because of increased taxes on the ale (which was similar to currency in Spanzerwhateveritis) Manfred lead the entire dozen sheep cavalry membersagainst the Austrian Empire to attempt to conquer it and take control. The primary food of the Austrian solider at the time was an unwieldy brick of wheat, goat cheese, and basil called Viensaltok and it tasted very similar to the hind-quarters of a giraffe. The cavalry made a series of maneuvers, which usually consisted of riding randomly in circles while holding multi-coloured umbrellas to confuse and distract the enemy, and made a covert operation into the Viensaltok processing plant and urinated on the central capacitor. Because of the lessened amount of Viensaltok circulating,the Austrian soldiers were sobloody happy that they tried shooting fruit off of each others heads while utterly smashed. There were few survivors, only the 1st Prude Corp of the Austrian armies remained.

With the defenses crumbling, Manfred decided to use the only firearm in the entire country to eliminate the Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand as revenge which worked all too well because of the well timed assassination attempt on the very same day. However, after Manfred had slain the Duke, he left his gun in the hands of a random man he passed outside of a restaurant who was later mobbed by police and fed to an extremely angry elephant. With the Austrian Empire on its knees, Manfred assumed control by proclaiming Spanzergerminstein the sovereign state of said Empire but because not even its citizens gave the slightest care in the world about the Austrian Empire, it went almost un-noticed.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, Spanzergerminstein isn't actually a country made of soil, rather is is the largest dumpster barge in history, about 200 square miles and as the years progressed, the waste de-composed into useable soil while the country still retained its ability to move. Hmm, yeah that's actually pretty important.

Anyway, on the way back to Spanzerlandwhatsitsname, Manfred seemed to have mis-placed his homeland (it moved, duh... Mediterranean currents and all that...) and ended up in Germany completely lost as his native language was only shared by bovine animals and no other form of human life. Regardless, by hiring a cow guide, he found himself living next door to a man named Manfred von Ricthofen from which he learned the skills to fly a crappy, cardboard, early 20th century plane and learned the workings and importance of the Internal Gnomebustion engine and Gnomeite, the material that powered it. Instead of the Combustion engine of early prototype designs which was much too heavy for airplanes to fly effectively, the Gnomebustion engine utilized the generally un-tapped resource of the Gnomish people and their generally high amounts of physical energy. When placed onto a standard bi-cycle and given some "thrust" they were able to out-perform any previous locomotion device. Inside of the hollow forward chassis and linked to the accelerator pedal was a chord that was pulled taut over the gnome's rear end that snapped harder and at more vicious intervals depending on how hard the pedal was pushed. This pushed the resource of Gnomite to its most critical form that was powerful enough to rotate the flimsy, ill-made, propellers. However, for the most part, Gnomite was rare in Europe and the Russians wisely placed their trust of aviation in the burning of snow instead, this lead to the beginning of the "War of the Gnomes", or World War 1, as most people call it today.

The Germans were eager to become the absolute, uncontested #1 mustache wearers in all of Europe and they reasoned that in blowing the rest ofthe Europeans to Smitheroons was a fairly acceptable way of doing so. Because of this, the Germans needed to obtain aerial superiority before hand by seizing the massive amount of Gnomite in the Netherlands. By obtaining a quick victory over the Dutch with their new inventions, the Pickelhaube Launcher which was capable of accelerating a spiked hat at speeds over 4 mph, The Germans quickly began utilizing the French and Dutch Gnoming cranes to exploit the resource as quickly as possible however the French were none too pleased with the situation and, so it was paraphrased, they responded, "Saque le bleu! Zhe Giarhmens ist es-stealings ours gnomesis! Tu war!". It was heavily believed that it would come to war at this point. The French then began digging holes in the ground and hiding in them so the Germans would not attempt to attack Paris and assassinate all of their lordly mustache-wearers. The plan was thought to be an initial success until the French realized that they had forgot their guns at home so they scurried off on their carriages and coaches to grab whatever came to hand. This event became known as the "Those Bloody French Took a Ruddy Picnic!" incident by the British as they hurriedly armed their planes to do battle for Belgium which was taken by the Germans as a result of the incident. This was when Manfred von Fredman (bet you thought I forgot about him eh?) took to the skies for the very first time.

Manfred, because of his stupendously mediocre flying "skills", was placed at the head of the German 3.14th Attack Wing. Despite being outnumbered 200 to 1, the British aerial forces put up a daring fight with over 20 kills for every pilot. Manfred's tactic of removing most of the plane's machine guns and replacing them with metal shields to protect the more heavily armed craft that sported at least a dozen guns each seemed to have promise until the late part of the battle, as in, about 30 seconds or so. At this point, the pilots of the shielded craft found that they were unable to see, as such, they flew directly into each other quite oftenwhile the heavily armed planes were much too heavy for a single Gnome to bear, as such, they were pulled to the ground by the greatest of all of the newly devised Allied weapons, Gravity. With the emergence of such a weapon, it was a wonder that Manfred has escaped at all, let alone given a promotion to "Grand Pain in the Rear of the Air" by the German Low Command and was commissioned a new aircraft because his old one was burnt to a crisp during a massive drinking party. This new plane, the Fahrzeug Blutbad Schaf, or Bumbling Bloodbath Sheep was aptly named to do honour to the sheep cavalry that Manfred fought in not a year before. Sporting a dozen wings, two dozen gnome engines, and eight heavy machine guns, and painted a vibrant pink he became known as thePink Baron. However, the true ace of the Germans, the RED Baron accidently mistook him to be an Italian aircraft, as Manfred was enjoying a bowl of pasta at the time, and promptly shot him down. Although the Fahrzeug was never found, it is theorized by tens of scholars that Manfred had survived and made his way south to Antarctica to build a new Empire of Spanzgerminstien. What, you don't believe them? I don't suppose YOU have been to Antarctica now have you?

Yes, actually, I have gotten more into these short, useless posts that are merely updates to my personal life. Not that anybody gives a flying fig (or any airborne fruit for that matter) but I figured I might as well run my mouth like a broken faucet because I bloody well can.8)

First off, the world should be proud to know that I have finally located the greatest Youtube Poop video of all time, sorry Deepercutt, but you are outmatched. This one was made by a fellow named Igiulaman, a true master in the art of Pooping and he reaches his peak with this masterpiece. Entitled "Saruman has a Breach in his Wall" it naturally has nothing to do with a wall, but much to do with Saruman as he burns forests, industry, the New World Order, and the Old World. But in doing so, he finds himself out-numbered by the horsemen of Rohan, so he gathers the aid of a savage Wild Man chieftain who possesses a knife that heals his wounds when he runs it through open flesh. Saruman also succeeded in rallying the rest of the chieftain's people in a frenzy to the point where all they can say is "Murderers!" Grima Wormtongue also makes an appearance as he almost blows Saruman to smitheroons by getting too close to the bombs with his dinky little candle and complaining "but my lord!" quite often. Even in the face of the armies of Isengard, Isengard, and more Isengard with their legions of tens of tens of tens (that's 1 trillion you know) Grima is still a little pain in the aft end with his constant griping. Anywho, yes, go onto Veoh.com and try to find The Lord of all Poops, Igiulaman, any and all of his Lord of the Rings poops are wonderful and should connect you to Saruman under related videos.

Right, shameless fan-boying is over, on to worse/better news. I recently was under the impression thatmy poor canines had gone astray in the northern poles of my mouth and could very well impede the growth and stability of my other teeth as well. The original, and dreadful, plan was to attach chains to them, after pulling my baby teeth, and yank them down into place. Today, however, I found that doing that may in fact destroy the upper row of my pearly whites instead of help them. Wow, medical science was wrong... I'm SO shocked. But nowI have a much more gruesome prospect on my hands, instead I can simply get my adult teeth removed completely and keep my baby teeth although, I was have to go into induced unconsciousness to do so. Not that I'm looking forward to it or anything (optimism? Lies!) but I would very much like to see what being in forced sedation would be like, since sleeping also is just loosing consciousness, I would image it is quite similar. However, easily the most different thing is that you can see the sedation coming and you know full well you are about to be smothered by a mental blanket. Then again, exploring the crack of limbo in-between the dual couch-cushions of consciousness could be a very enlightening experience. Or one that is right awful that I would regret for my entire life, meh, after all, it could always get worse.

To further sweeten (ha-ha, get it? Sweeten? We are talking about teeth? Oh, I'm awful) the deal, my wisdom teeth have come in surprisingly early and already have made their presence known. In fact, my two bottom wisdom teeth are not growing upwards, rather, they are moving forward. This means that if I do not treat the issue, I could very well have tusks in my near future. While that does sound awesome to some extent I often find my mind drifting more toward the thought often summed up with the words "MotherF$#*ing ouch!", so a big N.O. to that plan. But, its not all lost, I told the orthodontist that I wanted all six of the teeth being removed. That way, I can clean them up with chemicals so they stay white and shiny, then have holes put in them and get them strung together on a golden chord. I think you can tell where I am going with this. Yeah, I think a tooth necklace would be freaking amazing to the Nth degree. Yeah,I'm done for now, and I'm a bit ashamed at myself, I promised myself one thing when I started bloging, to never post stupid half-arsed life-time updates. Oh well, again I can counter-balance that because I finally grasped how to draw my furries with sideways heads!

Fate is like a bed sheet, you can crumple it, tear it, and dye it blue, but in the end, it's still just a bed sheet. Another new quote FTW!

Yeah, today I think I'll go for my Tibia, yesterday it was my femur.

Just kidding (or am I?) what I really mean is that I've got a bone to pick with society again and I figured I should post it because my rate of blog posts per week are despicable. Anywho my bone is with being uh... clean I guess would sum it up. What I mean is that everything is so clean-cut now and I find it to be ill effecting on my mood. Regardless of my explanation, you probably still have no idea what I am talking about, but that should be normal by now. Here is an example: A paved road in the woods with untimely arrivals of pairs of husbands and wives running and biking uber-athletic style. I suppose I'll start with the first thing I mentioned then...

Why is it nowadays that everything needs to be so clear-cut, I remember (vaguely) when I was about10 years old or so I used to be able to frolic with my friends around the forests behind my house and explore the glory of nature however we chose to be fit at the time.Soon afterwards however, I recall having everything laid out oh-so-nicely for us, as if we (as a whole human population) were too dim-witted to compose the sentient thought to not dive head first into that very shallow river and even then, I found the whole "confined passageways" that were set for us to be very annoying. If you find it weird that I am getting miffed over a road, you should have seen my Sophomore European History Ancient Greece vs. Rome debate, we spent two class periods arguing about who build better roads... Back on subject, I don't really feel as though nature could be fully experienced when there is a singular black path for you to follow, the same goes for cameras. Cameras meaning that when you take a digital camera to an autumnal forest to capture the colours you look through the lens of the camera instead of your own two eyes. This was quite evident to me today because my parents and I embarked on an escapade to southern Wisconsin for a brief trip to see the beautiful autumnal hues. Suffice to say, they snapped away with the digital and I sort of wandered about aimlessly and simply SAW things, now the pictures are on our desktop computer yet they display no sort of life or vivacity that I saw them in. The way I think about it is that the mind is like an engine; it needs fuel to make it run, when it does run though, so does the fuel. In a way, the mind is like a puppet master (engine, same thing...) being an entity that can move inanimate objects to its whim. When you see the leaves of the trees through a lens, to your greater knowledge, the scene may not have moved at all.

Oh yeah, regarding that reference to the runners and bikers before I have another bone to pick with them, just a much smaller one, like a toe bone or something. I remember again back to my 10ish years of age when I ran because I wanted to, not to be fit or to keep social image, back then I recall such actions to be pointless and frivolous with no real regard for further thought. While it may be my youth that is speaking, I just feel slightly annoyed at how everything from the simplest activity of athletic adventures to viewing a wondrous view of nature has become something with a distinct purpose and guidelines. Meh I liked it when things actions used to be useless and irrelevant.

The lens of your eye always sees what the lens of a camera can not. (w00t new quote)

YES! HAHA, TAKE THAT INTERNET!

Ugh, I've been trying to get pictures like that online for ages, bought time I got one.

I do not notice the... oh screw it, I feel like dancing.

:D

Trying this new site out...

This is probably going to be a short post, but I'll try and drag it out un-necessarily long just for the cheap laughs. Anyway, aside from making the topic sound like a manga chapter, I refer back to my post called, "My Empire". In said post, I mentioned my imperial banner baring a very special orange rose. While the symbol does hold some corporeal elements of reference, the true significance of the sight was something more akin to a spiritual awakening within me. Although I am unable to fully recall the exact date of the event, I do seem to remember that it was Autum-2005, around midOctober to early November. I was out taking my dog for a quick walk and I passed one of our many stone encirclements that held various different flowers and other plants and I didn't seem to notice anything particularly important about it that day, much like any other. However, upon my return from the walk, I actually stopped dead in my tracks just as I neared the side-walk up to my front door. After allowing my dog to scamper inside, I sat transfixed with awe at the simple site of a single orange rose in the middle of an otherwise completely dead plot of mulch. I found out later that orange roses, while are rare, do exist throughout nature but at the moment the fact that I happened upon a flower to the tone of my favourite colour just seemed very foreign, yet enticing. I must have looked like a freak squatting there and having a staring contest with a flower, but I was unable to look away.

The next eventwas so strange I find it impossible to describe but here it goes... The day was cloudy and for a brief moment, the clouds broke in such a way that golden radiance bathed the single flower in utter luminescence. It was also then that a strong current of wind blew from the north (where my house faces) and knocked me over, almost as if the rose wanted me to back away. Naturally, I hurried inside, hastily found my camera and snapped a dozen pictures before scurrying back inside. The next morning was almost disturbing in a rather docile way, after being up for a few hours I offered to take the dog outside for a morning walk and when I excitedly rushed over to see the rose, it was gone. I don't mean like, it died or withered, I mean as if it literally disappeared from all existence in a single night. This was the final key to the spiritual lock, whatever it really was. I found myself thinking ALOT afterwards, much like I do now, but I namely contemplated how fickle life could really be and how easily it could be plucked right from its roots (pun very much intended) and removed altogether from your mind. Also I think I can at least infer now that nature, as a whole, is not a series of random organisms and tissue, rather, it is a symbiotic system of linked minds that go with the ebb and flow of the will of existence, in other words, a collective unconsciousness.

To wrap things up I'll say something really weird that happened. First of all I should make a mental note (again) to go way more in-depth about my wonky dream escapades I tend to have, but a particular one sticks out in my mind when regarding a certain orange flower. Skipping past most of the details, I was an observer to a massive invasion of a human city which looked very advanced and almost utopian-like committed by an enormous legion of lizard/dragon men with incredibly advanced and unorthodox (as in, ships transforming into skyscrapers, tanks that rolled up into balls, and battle mechs with jet engines for cannons) weaponry that completely decimated all of the defending humans. Like I said, I'll go more in depth in a later post, but the most un-nerving part about the whole dream, nevermind that I just saw the beginning of humanity's conquering, was that, when the smoke cleared, one of the lizardmen planted a flag on top of a hill outside of the city. That flag bore an orange rose as its centerpiece. Right then and there I remember waking up in a complete state of shock... ugh and rightfully so, I still have issues trying to decipher that mess. Could it be possible that I am to bring humanity's downfall to light? :?

I do not notice the paint on the canvas, rather, the frame around it.

Bleagh, I am at a musical impasse for the moment it seems. I seem to be caught debating to myself as tho whether I enjoy the song "99 Red Balloons" better from the Nena version or the newer, Goldfinger version. Now, becauseI listen to songs andnot bands I really have not delved into their band's music aside from that one song but I suppose that would be a moot point anyhow. Regardless of other works the two bands have done, it is down to the Red Balloons to decide.

Well first off, I heard the Nena version before Goldfinger so my disposition could be a mix between favoritism and the fact that I've listened to it so many times Rock Band on Expert doesn't stand a chance. I am a huge fan of the synthesized instruments (at least I think they are) during Nena's version as well as the calmer, smoother tone of the whole song. This, when coupled with the lead singer's melodious and flowing voice, make for a very compelling force to drive my favoritism toward Nena, but then again the last few thirty seconds or so after the tempo has died down is probably the only short coming of the song because it betrays the wild, swinging feeling throughout the song. The song as a whole though, lacks the same variety of the counterpart versionas when I listened to both songs a few times via my headphones and it seems that the two earpieces are interchangeable during Nena's version and you never really miss any sort of rhythm or background bass drum that you couldn't hear in the other piece.

As mentioned just above, Goldfinger's version has some very keen parts in it when regarding the overall flow of the song when headphones are used and the whole electric rythem that if found throughout it makes for a more energetic experience. Whereas Nena tends to make me tap my foot and clack my fingernails to the beat, Goldfinger practically forces me to jump up from wherever I am and start dancing like a madman on caffeine. Despite the fact that I am generally like said madman anyway, this song simply brings out the inner need to simply throw my arms and legs around in spastic ecstasy. Some noticeable (hopefully) differences from Nena's versions are that A: The sing is a male. Whether or not that factor helps me sway toward one side or the other, I know not. I do know though that the gender of the singers does benefit the style of either version, with the cruder and loud male on the much more energetic and wild side and you can assume about his female counterpart from the paragraph above. B: The final verse before the rhythm dies down is completely in German. I do admire foreign music, andsome of my favorite songs are not in English however, I am unsure as to whether it entirely fits into the song although it DOES continue with the same intensity and vigor that the rest of the song created. Wait a second, isn't this whole song about the Cold War and the missile situation? Shouldn't it have been in Russian then? The song as whole is also longer, featuring two extra electric guitar bits before the first full tempo verse and in-between the 2nd and 3rd, both of which are very well preformed however; I tend to hear those parts as being a bit muddled unless I have headphones in at sufficient volume. One final factor regarding Goldfinger is that I discovered their version of 99 Red Balloons only yesterday so I could just be rather ecstatic about the fact that there is one more version of this already awesome song.

Meh, regardless of my posting of this message, I still have no idea in the world as to which version I prefer. I just know it is not the all German version; German is just a hard language to memorize song lyrics in. Although, I have had some great fun with Audacity in making the lead singer sound like she belongs at the microphone for a Japanese Pop band.

I do not see the paint on the canvas, rather, the frame around it.

Meh, after attending another party I feel slightly drained right now, so I might as well be a lazy bastard and throw some more less-than-necessary information at you like a potato from an air cannon.

1. In Arizona, it is illegal to hunt camels. Hmm, not sure when camels migrated over here, the media is going to make up one heck of story to fix this breach in their network.

2. Ancient Sybarites taught their horses to dance to music to make their parades more glamorous. Who says anthropomorphism isn't real?

3. It's against the law to ride down the streets of Brewton, Alabama, in a motorboat. LOL, okay I'm not really sure if they include driving one down the road,regardless THAT would be hilarious.

4. In 1976, a Los Angeles secretary named Jannene Swift officially was wed to a fifty-pound rock. The ceremony was witnessed by more than twenty people. Well I guess love can come from anywhere, and I bet he was a really good listener.

5. Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows made of stone. Doesn't that contradict itself a bit?

6. In ancient Japan, public contests were held to see who in a town could break wind the loudest and longest. Winners were awarded many prizes and great acclaim. Darn it, why do they not do the same today? Physical mastery of the bowels is something truly admirable.

7. Preparing and Egyptian mummy sometimes took up to seventydays. Dead Egyptian noblewomen were give the special treatment of being allowed a few days to ripen so the embalmers wouldn't find them too attractive. Wow, even back then some people were just creepy perverts...

8. Triviais the Roman goddess of sorcery, hounds, and the crossroads. Yay for the hounds!

9. The saying "It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye" is from ancient Rome. The only rule during wrestlingmatches was no eye gouging. Everything else was allowed, but the only way to be disqualified was to poke someone's eyes out. Our century is so spineless, now its just until somebody gets hurt. At least include a severed arm in the phrase at least.

10. The Chinese, in historic times, usedmarijuana only as a remedy for dysentery. Seriously? This is the fifth time I found something about random people using marijuana, from royalty to a common deer- this isn't just out of hand, its on the floor and rolling under thesofa.

11. During World War 1, almost fourteen million people died in battle.Haha, Karma.

12. More than 150 people were tried as witches and wizards in Salem, Massachusetts, in the late 1600s. Well I can only hope the damn filthy bigot accusersgot what was coming to them at one point.

13.In the Great Fire of London in 1666, half of London was burned down but only six people were injured. Darn, if that isn't personal efficiency, I have no idea what is.

14. Oliver Cromwell was hanged (hung?) and decapitated two years after his death. Look, Iunderstand that the oaf was a complete ass but isn't that overdoing just a smidge?

15. One of the reasons marijuana is illegal today is because cotton growers in the 1930s lobbied against hemp farmers-they saw hemp as competition. It is not chemically addictive, as is nicotine, alcohol, or caffeine. Okay, I THINK I just killed off the last of the marijuana facts for now.

16. The average four-year-old child asks more than four hundred questions a day. Oy, that is going to be a fun age since I find it impossible to answer a question without raising another.

17. You're more likely to be killed by a champagne cork than a poisonous spider. Whew, well at least I havea lesser chance of dying to one of my worst enemies.

18. Fifty percent of teenage boys say they would rather be rich than smart. Ugh... yes and I'm sure they would party Playboy-style until they withered away. Brains over Bling any day.

19. Nine percent of Americans report having been in the presence of a ghost. I myself am part of that nine percent. I should really post something about that eh?

20. Only 55 percent of Americans know that the sun is a star. What else is it then, a planet?!

And again, the credit of the facts comes from the Book of Useless Information and the comments were the spawn of one Marshal of Hopalop.

I do not see the paint on the canvas, rather, the frame around it. (Yay, new phrase!)

Well, its about 10:30 here and my house is being pummeled with rain and lightning so I figured I might as well post a blog instead of you know, sleep. Because of my avid love of strategy games and the fact that I have run my fair share of world-conquering gambits in my mind, I really took into consideration as to what my perfect utopian empire would be. The reason as to why I did not simply say my "utopian society" was probably because A: A really utopia on Earth is complete bullocks (look on Peace has gone to Pieces) and B: What is the point of conquering the world if you don't really need to?

Though I haven't really set criteria for myself such as land, population, and the like I have limited myself to starting at one continent to begin with and expand from there. For reference purposes, lets say this would take place inthe mid 1500's CE or so, and the countries that I choose to inhabit first would be completely clean of any historical ties andwould be made under my direct control. Oh, and also beforesomebody gets somestrange ideas that I would want to pursue a military career, you can just very well stop. In fact, I hate the Idiot Patrol with every living fiber of my being, indeed, I wrote a livid and ranting ragenot too long ago about them and my reasons as to why. I don't I'll go posting that unless I descend into a maniacal fury and my mercy isat a premium. I merely enjoy the sheer enjoyment of conquest and battle. To sum it up, I am fascinated with war and all of its miserable failures, yet also disgusted at those who help wage it.

My first set ofland would have to be the "finger states" which consist of Finland, Sweden, and Norway because of the impeccable geographic advantages that could be exploited. First off, my empire can literally, punch Europe in the face by splitting the three "fingers" into three separate invasion forces and simultaneously taking out a trio of potential European superpowers, namely, England, Germany (Prussia), and Russia. Because of the shared border, forces from Finland should be able to simply march into northern Russia and take the area surrounding the White Sea with little resistance, from there the Finnish fleet could easily help surround where Arkhangel'sk is today and swiftly seize any of the countryside to the east and eventually catch St. Petersburg in a pincer from both sea and land. The enormous timber resources claimed from the conquest would certainly help fuel the attack on England next.

Of course, everybody knows that at one point, the British had complete control over the seas, however, their dominance over the land would be somewhat limited, after all, the more modern United Kingdom did not become established until about 1707, so Scotland and Ireland would still be at odds with England and would undoubtedly aid this new superpower in toppling their hated enemy. The way I see it, is that if the Norwegian fleet were to launch from a more northern port, theycould effectively avoidBritish warships altogether and slip through theOrkney islands into the northern British isles. There, the Scottish (maybe Irish too?) would join forces with us and after moving south stopping atsomewhere around Liverpool, we would simply begin to lay siege to southern England, London in particular. During this time, the invasion of Russia would have (hopefully) been completed and with a substantial addition to our lumber caches, we could easily create massive amounts of ship to break trade lines between the Netherlands or France and eventually sweep into the British capital once they were weak. Although I have considered employing French pirates to do the dirty work or maritime pillaging for me, I doubt that the French would be so eager to trade one superpower rival for another.

Right, so now for the hard/easy part. the invasion of Prussia. The contradiction in the last statement was a necessary one, as it entails the struggles to come, or not, meh... I suppose it depends on what's going down in Prussia that day. Theoretically the invasion of Prussia could be very easy if I could simply either unite, rally, or conquer the rather small and undefended independent kingdoms that covered the German countryside which would undoubtedly increase our fighting power in the immediate area. However, Prussia itself might not be all too excited that a foreboding empire has made itself cozy on its doorstep. Though I do not know the situation with Denmark in the 1500s I think i can say that it was not part of Prussia, therefore should logically belong to Sweden from the start 8). With this in mind I find it unsettling how difficult it would be to simply conquer or lay siege to such a power as Prussia, even with the smaller kingdoms at our backs. However, those little dots of royal power that we have just subjugated may be incredibly useful. After all, they are still somewhat German right? (I think) That being said, I don't think it would be horribly far-fetched to employ a few willing persons to act as espionage agents or spies to infiltrate Prussia society and royalty until, through a series of assassinations, blackmails, or sabotage, the country goes into total upheaval. Hey here's an idea, acquire a French flag, rifle and sword, give them to a very special spy, and have them kill an equally important (general or duke) figurehead with said rifle and sword and plant the flag on his body... Yeah, that will certainly stir some things up.

Uh... Yeah, so France can just sort of chill for all I can, maybe I can use another sabotage plan onthem, except use the Spanish as the aggressors. The real point of conquering Prussia and Russia is to claim all of Eastern Europe. Not only were they rather under-developed at the time (and today) but there is literally AND figuratively, a gold mine of raw materials to be exploited in Eastern Europe. This includes timber, coal, iron, silver, gold and all that other good stuff and if push came to shove, I could very well juts whittle down France through attrition and eventually beat the crap out of Spain in a similar mannerism. However, I very much dislike attrition battles so I think I'll stick to how I play. Moving on and wrapping up concerning the society itself, I think that it would hold many characteristics with Alexander the Greats Empire (he was Great for a reason you know). Meaning that, when a country was conquered, nobody would force the natives to give up their rights and freedoms or religion, instead both cultures would become infused to further promote unity and stability. Regardless though, my created religion would most certainly be Polytheistic. Not only because of my emotional attachment to the subject, but again, when a country is conquered, their culture is not destroyed, rather, they are integrated with a certain god or goddess that more or less becomes a symbol of that area.

Hmm... well its about 11:13 now and I still have school tomorrow (ah crap). So I think I'll finish this up with a bit of symbolism/cliffhanger. My Imperial symbol would be The Orange Rose, yeah I'll be sure to go into that one in depth later.

Frayed nerves and broken bones do not a weak man make. Yes, yes, but being tired is only natural.

Yeah, this is defiantly going to be a multiple-parter because of my avid love of the anime Code Geass and everything associated with it. Oh and a word of warning, if the title wasn't enough, there will be plenty of spoilers. Or at least I THINK there will be, then again I never actually plan out my blogs, too much stress over such as small task. Anyway I guess what this post is supposed to convey is the startling similarities between Code Geass and the real world. Naturally Code Geass does, in fact, take place in the real world, but instead it hold a differing history than our own, yet the oddity of similar events strikes me as a bit odd.

First off, the rebellion of Japan is huge, of course it is, after all one of the two seasons is based entirely upon the idea of Japanese liberation, bears a striking resemblance to the breaking of the American Colonies in real life. Even the mother country is practically the exact same, being Britannia, which was made of course, from Great Britain, although the exact date is unknown, as the imperial calendar is 50 years before ours. On that note I'll go the complete opposite direction here, yes what I said before was true, the Britannian Imperial Calendar was established about 50 years before the common era, as it createdwas after the failed attempts at theconquering of the British Isles via theRoman Empire,meaning that instead of the said time and date of 2017 being the time of occupied Japan, it is actually only 1967 if they were using our current calendar. At first hearing the idea of mechanized battle frames conquering entire countries does not seem so far-fetched looking into the future about 10 years or so. But now it is almost a face-reddening thought that while most countries were still becoming industrialized and the world concerned itself with another pointless war or two, the world of Code Geass was decades upon decades ahead of us technology wise... Just figured I would point that out.

Anywho, back on subject here... The mere thought that Japan was going to attempt to break from Britannian control is something that had not been ever seen before. Naturally though there had been rebellions beforehand but none to the point of almost complete government obliteration. These events help give it a striking resemblance to the American rebellion which didn't happen right? Haha WRONG! Yes actually, the American revolution did become etched into the history of the world but one of the most important facts about that event (actually called "Washington's Rebellion in the show) is that is failed. Yep, from the sources that I can gather from, apparently the King of England promised Benjamin Franklin with land and lordship if he helped undermine Washington in his bid for independence. Ben was successful and Washington was not, quite obviously, and the reason for Britannia not being in the obvious vicinity of England was explained in that, during the battle of Waterloo, Napoleon actually defeated England, then lay siege to it and captured London. A screen shot of Suzaku's history book shows that after the humiliated defeat at Waterloo, Queen Elizabeth was forced to go into exile along with her most trusted servants the remnants of her people to the American colonies where Britannia was eventually created. So in a sense, with Washington's Rebellion put down, Japan became the first colony, ever, to utterly remove a colonial government from its borders.

To go further on the idea of similarities of the two rebellions. the entire first seasons of Code Geass concerned itself completely with the goal of liberation Japan from Britannian rule but even when at the peak of its sub-standard power, it simply could not defeat such as massive super-power on its own. These events could be compared to theBattle of Lexington and Concordand the events that transpired afterwards. During the battle of Lexington, the primary leaders of the revolution were in great danger of being captured and had been warned just in time to make their grand escape. The soldiers of the colonies however, were not so lucky, while they did try to stand their ground and fight, eventually (actually, quite quickly) they were overtaken and forced to retreat. Lexington, more or less, pertains to the events regarding the initial invasion of Japan, in which their initial hopes were shattered but all was not lost, there were still many colonists and leaders ready to stand behind the coming series of events. This event in question, namely the battle of Concord relates more to the creation of the Black Knights up to their final charge on the Britannian Government Capital, as it shows that for the first time, a force that was considered weak, fought back and seized victory against a far greater strength, In fact, the initial shots fired upon the 700 British soldiers at Concord could be seen as something very similar to the initial battle that Lelouch partakes in within the Shinjuku Ghetto. After that immediate defeat, the British (and Britannians) more or less, run with their dignity between their legs. As the British (or Britannians)continued to run back to their safe city (Boston, real life-Britannia Fatherland, Code Geass)they were harassed and slaughtered time and time again by the colonists (Black Knights) until they reached the safety of their citadel and after a short respite, unleashed the full force of their aggression upon the rebellious elements. (Very similar to the events of the Massacre (Boston?!) Princess and the consequent uprising.)

Now, unfortunately, time works against me (and everyone else for that matter) so I will have to certainly make a Part 2 when I feel like it. Don't hold your breath now.

Frayed nerves and broken bones do not a weak man make.