Short story long, they got womped. Baaaadly. All's fair in war! So said someone.
Definitely not me.
Now you may ask, won’t they just come back again?
Uh, well, yes.
….
…I don’t have a counterpoint for that.
The sky sure is beautiful.
Said imperials won’t take this lightly.
I’m not sure how many are on the field… free stuff though!
Of course of course!
Why did they charge?
Well, they need to get over the walls.
Siege weapons too costly and long to build or bring… so,
“That’s why some had ladders with them!”
Nice historical fact me.
Anyways, going back to the battle of leipzig, the results were….
Something.
The ten fleet regiments cant be called the ten fleet regiments.
Behold!
Ten casualties!
Yes ten!
A grave numba!
Magic my arse those guys did squat.
Eh, I dunno on our side a few died, a few got hurt, a few lost functions of the body…
That’s about it.
Celebration?
No no no. That's heresy!
The use of the moosket has been proven.
Uh, so they don’t care.
I looked down at it.
Then I looked at the capital guard captain. I like to call them the home defense guard.
Sadly–
“I must say it’s only one shot.”
“One shot.”
Well Joel, it’s one shot.
What do you want.
“The other one was one shot.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Despite that…”
The hatch opened when the capitan pushed the lever. Revealing the empty socket.
IE, the hole for booleet.
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Capitan pulled the lever up, closing it.
Then his eyes locked onto mine.
“It seems easier to use.”
Hm.
So essentially.
The musket?
Yeah give it the fat middle finger.
Do you know how many I flashcarded?
Bruh.
Nevermind flintlocks.
“S’pose I show it during the next meeting?”
“Yes.”
Ah.
Keel meee.
“...Al…right. Thanks…”
“Adrian.”
“Well, thank you Adrian.”
Credit card debt.
I bet my fudging soul this’ll be asked highly.
— — — —
I was kinda blanking out.
Not to say I wasn’t listening.
I mean barely but uh.
D– Okay, I got my own personal seat.
It’s next to the military guys?
What in the Armsman.
I guess it fits…
I haven’t shown anything besides G U N .
So…
Anywho, today's fascismo is about…. A lot of things.
Land.
Resources.
Moneh.
Something else I forgot.
The one now is the burning inferno of military matters.
Like it matters to me that much.
“We won…”
“Hoh…”
Though that might just be my brain fizzling out on what to think.
Probably?
No I think it’s–
“We have a new weapon to showcase.”
Eh.
Mr. Adrian, what did you just say.
“What is it?”
“It was similar to the weapon used by soldiers.”
“An improvement of it?”
“No.”
Adiana turned his head to me.
….
I’m laaaazzzzzzy…
Let me be…
“...It’s this.”
Also should there be an addressing of the person who spoke and the guy who took out–
Ah, whatever.
“It is different.”
“Explain.”
Oh your majesty.
“It has no name currently… a single shot like the musket, and it quite heavy. Though there is a difference.”
The eyes of our glorious monarch urged me.
“The reload is shorter. Plus the power is stronger.”
Mm. Well.
“A demonstration outside if permitted, your majesty.”
“Very well.”
Ah.
Fudge me bro.
****
“Personally I like to call this the Judgement.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
Totally not because the name came from the game and I’m an unoriginal bum.
In fact it could pop heads like candy up close and at any ranges without a helmet.
That's because I took it from the in– R-Real life! Experience!
Yup. Mhm.
“Now, this is how it is used.”
Open the breech, put the bullet in, close the breech, aim.
“It’s heavy so a good grip is necessary. Especially–”
I pulled the trigger.
Ow my ears.
“Since it’s recoil affects the hands quite a bit.”
I shook my hands.
Our scarecrow friend was missing his glorious goofy smiling head.
I grabbed another bullet.
“Largely due to the power of this stupid thing.”
Ah so many deaths from my helmet getting crushed by this one bullet.
“I would like some names for this.”
Hopefully.
For originality.
