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The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to mastrubate

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to masturbate? He had wife...

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built.

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me!

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble!

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no other people. Octosquids

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no other people. (???) Octosquids should go home!

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no other people. (???) Octosquids should go home!" Drugged food was



please someone say 'suspected' and get this back on track

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The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no other people. (???) Octosquids should go home!" Drugged food was the reason for

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no other people. (???) Octosquids should go home!" Drugged food was the reason for this strange outburst

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The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no other people. (???) Octosquids should go home!" Drugged food was the reason for this strange outburst from the psychopaths.

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no other people. (???) Octosquids should go home!" Drugged food was the reason for this strange outburst from the psychopaths. Yucky Drinks are

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no other people. (???) Octosquids should go home!" Drugged food was the reason for this strange outburst from the psychopaths. Yucky Drinks are not important here. :furious3: :furious3: :furious3: :furious3:

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The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no other people. (???) Octosquids should go home!" Drugged food was the reason for this strange outburst from the psychopaths. Yucky Drinks arenot important here. The Blind man

The soldiers waited, their mighty general watching from above. They glimpsed the billowing standards of the legion. The columns of armoured men moved slowly towards the centre and were ambushed by archers firing from both sides, and from below, came celts from Gaul, where the men were taught to march into battle stark-naked except their clothes. The battle begins...the men stand shoulder to shoulder, their steadfast gazes directed on fierce opponents. The battle-cry resonated from the hills when Conan the Barbarian fell onto a spear; the incapacitated barbarian was hungry but bowed and died.
Barbarians are charging...the lone soldier with woad-painted face struck first, instantly inflicting massive losses, finally was killed, and though his men kept fighting, they all knew their efforts were commendable but futile: Romans slaughtered them like cattle. The losing side quickly retreated across the valley, regrouping for another attempt...
Soon night fell and Ceasar decided that Leopold I of Austria is just a guy not born as of yet. However, Ceasar has other fish to fry. Now that the fish (fried alive) were cooked, his armies fell to the camp, while he ate.
Gual has bigger armies but it is not a problem, as reinforcements are expected, and Ceasar has his loyal legions! The confident Gauls lost to the Roman Eastside riders when they tried to impale Caesar, but with heroic last stand they committed suicide. Caesar thinking that the Gauls were beaten, began to march his troops towards filthy Senate, cowardly hiding behind the strongest fortifications romans had ever built. But masonite walls cannot stop me! Siege or open battle, it doesn't take many vodka-bottles before I am ready to rumble! Senators commited suicide, finally, and now the brave Vercingetorix ate Caesar's food. "Capture him, dead people are no other people. (???) Octosquids should go home!" Drugged food was the reason for this strange outburst from the psychopaths. Yucky Drinks arenot important here. The Blind man was tricked to