1917 AD. Egypt.
English Soldier 1: Shall we go and have some tea, my good chap?
English Soldier 2: My, yes! I have dreamed of it the whole bloody day!
English Soldier 1: Then let's go to the outpost and have some tea!
English Soldier 2: But aren't we on frontier, chap?
English Soldier 1: That has nothing to do with tea, my good sir!
English Soldier 2: Besides, I've lost my best tea-cup wrapping paper!
English Soldier 1: B*llocks!
English Soldier 2: Indeed, chap. I have nothing to wrap my cup into after we finish the tea.
English Soldier 1: Hey, there is a nice paper on the sand! You can use it as a wrapping paper!
English Soldier 2: Golly! That is some great idea, chap!
English Soldier 1: Wait, chap, there is something written in there!
English Soldier 2: Let me see, my good sir!
*Suddenly a portal appears and a strange figure comes out and falls on the sand*
English Soldier 1: We must help that chap!
English Soldier 2: Wait! It is a medieval knight with a bloody cat's head!
English Soldier 1: Golly!
Non-cat: The paper...Give me the paper...
*English soldier 1 takes a glance on the paper. It's written "THE NON-CAT'S ULTIMATE HEALING SPELL" in there.*
English Soldier 1: How can I know that this is yours?
Non-cat: I...I am...the Non-cat....
English Soldier 1: How can you prove it?
Non-cat: I..I..am dy-dying...
English Soldier 1: That's sad, my good man.
Non-cat: Curse you...CURSE YOU! gasp!
*Non-cat dies*
English Soldier 1: That wierd cathead cursed us?
English Soldier 2: Yep. I hope he doesn't twist the history with the curse.
English Soldier 1: Hope so.
English Soldier 2: My protestant God, we are stereotypical English! We must use full sentences with subject, object and verb!
English Soldier 1: Alright, alright.
English Soldier 2: By the way, what's wrong with that whirling energy spiral?
English Soldier 1: I don't know. It's moving in our direction, I guess.
English Soldier 2: Suppose.
English Soldier 1: What?
English Soldier 2: "Suppose", not "guess". We're English.
English Soldier 1: Oh shut up!
English Soldier 2: Is it a quake or I drank too little tea?
English Soldier 1: It's really a quake.
English Soldier 2: Oh no.
*total chaos*
English Soldier 1: My teacup!
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1453 AD. Yerevan, Eastern Anatolia. Ottoman domain.
Mongol General 1: Hey guys! I see a city! How about charging in, raping their women, killing their men and pillaging their buildings?
Mongol General 2: Nah.
Mongol General 3: Not in the mood.
Mongol General 1: Uhm...how about raping their buildings, killing their women and pillaging their men then?
Mongol General 2: That sounds better.
Mongol General 1: Alright then, mount the horses and we will cha-
Mongol General 3: WHAT? WE HAVE TO MOUNT THE HORSES?! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
*Mongol General 3 rebels, as seen in the picture above*
Mongol General 1: Okay, even without that weirdo, we still canthem up badly. We have pointed sticks!
Mongol General 2: Yeah, a reference to Monty Python is always awesome, but really, they have some sticks too.
Mongol General 1: Pointed?
Mongol General 2: Nope, firing pieces of metal.
Mongol General 1: But they are pointed, right?
Mongol General 2: *facepalm* No, they are not.
Mongol General 1: Dang, they're disarmed! That will be a piece of cake.
Mongol General 2: Cake is the official trademark of another AAR here on the TWC.
Mongol General 1: But the wordfilter does not allow me to say "piece of" either.
Mongol General 2: I guess we just charge in and try not to get a piece of metal up our bottoms.
Mongol General 1: Keshkelmesh.
Mongol General 2: What?
Mongol General 1: "Keshkelmesh", not "guess". We're stereotypical Mongols, we should speak Mongolian.
Mongol General 2: But that word isn't even Mongolian?
Mongol General 1: Do you keshkelmesh I speak Mongolian?
Mongol General 2: Pardon?
Mongol General 1: I say, do you think I speak Mongolian?
Mongol General 2: But you said "keshkelmesh" means "to guess"...
Mongol General 1: Do we really have to discuss it now?
And so the brave Mongolian warriors advanced to the city of Yerevan, where the Ottoman general was waiting for them. Actually, he was not, as the Mongols were late for 200 years. Oh God damn the evil Non-cat and his curse!
END OF CHAPTER 1.






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