[cleveland]

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

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Yes I did write that, an original work. I've been operating several computers for quite some time, and though I've produced countless pages of nonsense, I definitely wrote that paragraph all on my own.

Greetings! New Marignon here. I understand this is a game where Muses roam the map, and I'm wondering what exactly my motivation is supposed to be. Have I been a cruel nation? whipping heretics and so forth? Benevolent? whipping only those heretics who are imprisoned beyond the protections of my nations legal system? Please, give me some guidance!

In the mean time, I shall play the role of Nation in Turmoil - in fact, it seems a military coup has just overthrown the military coup that just overthrew the outgoing government, seizing power with popular support ("Viva La Inquisition!"). Scared but crazed with power, I know I must act quickly to mobilize the proletariat against some imagined foe before they get wise to my incompetence...

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Act 2, Scene 4
Quiet Meadow, sounds of monks chanting in the distance

Military Strongman Turned Leader: "Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look..."
Cassius: "Yoink!"
Military Strongman Turned Fatally Wounded Leader: "Naive! But you're too late! My attack orders have already been issued against..." *dies*
Brutus: "Yoink!"
Cassius: "Et tu, Brute?" *dies*
Undead Caesar: "Yoink!" [aside] "I'm pretty sure I could keep this up for quite some time, with each line becoming more intolerable than the last, so you'd better tell me what I'm supposed to be, tuit de suite."