We interrupt this CYOA for a special forecast of what remotely may happen if the future of the New World is built upon the ideal of Freedom. The beginning of the the 19th Century, marked by the Bohemian Empire undergoing a revolution, by the annihilation of the ancient Aztec civilization by the British Empire, by the Fourth British War of Imperialism against the brave Vikings of the Norskamerica, by Canada becoming a rump State ruled by Trash I and the rest of Canada split between Danish and Dutch sodomites rather than frogs and limeys...
Ships were prepared
Rifles and swords
Sails were raised
We're heading out to sea!
Iceland just a bed in the east
Our journey had begun
Helpful winds gave us our speed
Under a warming sun
Heading to the emerald land
A fleet of 50 ships
An army of 10000 men, led by the consul.
Army arising, dark and ferous
Horror across the black roads
As the night rolled in over us
We felt the wrath of the storm
That night I was haunted by dreams
An omen, of what was to come
The serpent arose from the sea
Ready to strike
With hammer in hand
The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage!
Fought for its live
The serpent escaped
Thor was in rage
..My dreams began to fade..
Awoke of my dreams
Sword in my hand
The break of dawn
Closing in on British land
Time to attack
Grabbed our rifles
We came ashore
And saw the waiting hordes
The fight was short and deadly intense
The Irish fought with us well
And as we gained the upper hand
The British spirit dwelled
Ready to strike
With swords in our hands
The struggle with heart
The British fell to our wrath
Fought for his life
Their king escaped
With fury divine
Consul Olav threw his sword