It was a dark evening, the sun was setting in a way it had never done before. The glorious star seemed to be done with this world as I had just turned 17 and was waiting for my future occupation. It should've arrived days before, I had began to be suspicious. Had my sister stole it? Could it just be lost somewhere in the post office? Or was it so bad that my parents wouldn't tell me?
As I was worried worse and worse with every passing minute while the sun set, I saw a chariot in the horizon, It had a golden plate as if it were a car, a car with the kind of a plate that doesn't even exist. It had no horse in front and was layered with silver and gold. "It probably belongs to a rich asshole" I thought to myself as the chariot came by, slowed down, and stopped in front of our old and dirty porch. I shut the blinds in a terrified fashion. I could hear my heart beat, the government should've realised I had been torrenting the whole year, I was too young to go to the jail...
As I hid under the couch in the living room, my parents answered the door. I could hear the rich men talking to my parents, but couldn't figure out a word they said. I had a glimpse at the door only to see my mum laying on the floor. These men were no Federal Investigators, they should've been robbers and I couldn't let my mother die in the hands of rich assholes owning expensive cars and acting as if they lead the greatest empire in the world, those filthy murderers!
I grabbed the fruit knife and attacked the men withgolden armor. Why did they wore armor any way? What do they think, that Rome still exists? Duh! My knife, as you would expect, was totally harmless to them, as it seemed to do no harm, but they were apparently afraid of my courage, as they bowed in front of me. I had won, I had seen those men who was the actual man!
At that exact moment, I realised the men had a slip of paper in his armored hand. His and was visibly trembling at the sight of me. I pulled the paper from his hand, quickly opened it to see the words "Princeps de Nova Roma". I was confused, as it wasn't even English, so I shouted -What the hell does this even mean!? -It means you are the emperor of the new rome, your majesty, said the men whom I had taken the paper from.
I was shocked, terrified, all the responsibility apparently came with the fact that I was the rich asshole who owned the golden charioty car. I was disgusted of myself, and I was proud in a way I had never been before.
-Let's conquer the world then, huh soldier? I said, with the deepest voice. -Umm, I am actually your right hand sir, they call me Brutus IV.
I put my fruit knife through his heart, Brutus was a rather unlucky name for him. Anyway, let's conquer the world.