A/N: If I had thought people would actually read that last chapter, I would have tried a little harder. Anyway, since I have in fact been asked to continue, I'll try and pick up where I left off. All chapters are going to be about this length, since I would like to focus on Alexander II. Of course, that probably means this will update a bit more often.
When Giants Fall: Chapter Two
Washington stormed towards his thrown, his anger obvious to everyone in the palace, Curse Justinian! It isn't bad enough that we are now fighting the largest war in history; our argument destroyed the United Nations! All of my power, GONE! He stopped and pulled a large portrait of himself off the wall, and threw it through a window. He took the time to watch as, down below; barely clothed people crawled out of the darkness and began to fight over the painting for material for clothes, fire fuel, and possibly food. Washington smirked, Savages. He continued on his way, knowing that, however bad his life was sometimes, he had the means to make the lives of millions even worse.
King Lincoln stood by Washington's throne, patiently waiting for his "partner" to arrive. While in name they shared power, it was obvious to everyone, except maybe Roosevelt, that Washington was the man in charge. Lincoln looked out the window straight across from the throne out at the gleaming mansions of the "upper class." More fools, he told himself, Washington holds all the cards. The land, the money, the status, just empty lies he borrows out until you're useless to him. Then he'll throw you into darkness of the "middle class", who are hardly human at all. The only thing worse would be serving in the army or, Lincoln shuddered, the Slums.
The Slums are cities beneath cities, where criminals, the extremely poor, and Washington's enemies are sent. A true dystopia, being sent to the capital's Slum is a worse punishment than death. People sent there are no longer considered human, and their actions are akin to those of beasts. Not one man has entered a Slum and returned the same person, only empty shells who no longer know what life truly is. No matter what, Lincoln determined, I will not let myself be sent there.
Washington strode in to the room, mentally planning his campaign against the Vikings, who were now leading a third faction in the war, "Ah, Lincoln. It's good that you're here. I need you to take these war plans down to my generals. They will be pleased to know that they will no longer be focusing on the armies of Napoleon. Fighting him was a lost cause anyway. Beginning tomorrow, our focus is the Archipelago Union."
"Very well." Lincoln took the plans and made his exit, wondering what would drive Washington to attack Archipelago. Just two nights ago, he had been laughing about how small of a threat they were. Something terrible must have come up to convince him to go there.
Washington smiled as he reread the note sent to him by his science advisor.
Our research has led us to the conclusion that there is enough uranium at Archipelago to restart, and double the size of, the Mech Program! Perhaps they would come in handy against the French and Byzantines?
Washington laughed, "Oh yes, very handy indeed!"
End
A/N: And now you know the true extent of Washington's evil. More on that to come. I hope this chapter was a little more pleasing then the last. The next few will be like this one, a little background for the major countries and their plots. As for the mechs, they came from the Next War mod packaged with Beyond the Sword, for those who didn't know. Large walker robots that counted as national units. Quite fun. I'm not entirely sure if uranium was required or not, but if you feel strongly about it, I'll make it right. Anyway, I've always enjoyed creating large archipelagos away from the rest of the action of Terra maps, and putting two or three friendly civs on them, see how they do. That's where the AU came from, in case you were interested.
Uh, yeah. New chapter soon, hopefully. Bye!
