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In the deep and darkest past K46 was a land of small tribes, gradually the French marched victorious across the land. However they relied largely on their foreign Legion to support them. Jack came out of his box and entered the Jungle.
Gradually the land changed and Jungle covered the once fertile plain. The Foreign Legion went home to Greece and the French decided that the Jungle was good. Meanwhile, the management of the local takeaway left their chop sticks behind and decided that life in the Greek Taverna was far more profitable.
As this happened the Romans looked to the Jungle and decided that the precious resources under the canopy could be put to use for the Empire, and tribes flocked to their banner.
In the Taverna all was not well, many of the staff had become lazy and just sat drinking Ouzo all day. The elite of the Greeks started to drift to the banner of Mr Wuffles (The Pink Poodle from the Gates of Hell). As this happened the Roman Legions marched through the Jungle and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Jungle looked to the banner of Wuffles and thought this land should be the Jungle and they stole the key to the kennel of Wuffles, inside they found a button labled disband. The button was pressed and the banner of Mr Wuffles was no more.
However, the elite did not have the Ouzo addiction of the Greeks and a new banner was raised. A banner of a race of giants, they were alone and lost but rose from the dead, the lost were found and The Nephilim were born.
As the Nephilim rose all was not well in the Jungle, the Roman legions were still marching and in the Jungle was found the secret stash of Ouzo that the druken greeks had not used. Many in the Jungle drank and slept. The Nephilim watched.
Some of the Jungle found an old Ant and Dec record and felt that they were ready to rumble. He Romans pressed their case and the Jungle was no more. The Nephilim had already staked their case in K46. The French, saw their old friends and old Jacks realised that their box was still there.
The Nephilim was born. And Mr Wuffles found his favourite Chew toy cunningly shaped like the four horsemen of the apocolypse. It trasted good and Wufffles will feast on it.
Gradually the land changed and Jungle covered the once fertile plain. The Foreign Legion went home to Greece and the French decided that the Jungle was good. Meanwhile, the management of the local takeaway left their chop sticks behind and decided that life in the Greek Taverna was far more profitable.
As this happened the Romans looked to the Jungle and decided that the precious resources under the canopy could be put to use for the Empire, and tribes flocked to their banner.
In the Taverna all was not well, many of the staff had become lazy and just sat drinking Ouzo all day. The elite of the Greeks started to drift to the banner of Mr Wuffles (The Pink Poodle from the Gates of Hell). As this happened the Roman Legions marched through the Jungle and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Jungle looked to the banner of Wuffles and thought this land should be the Jungle and they stole the key to the kennel of Wuffles, inside they found a button labled disband. The button was pressed and the banner of Mr Wuffles was no more.
However, the elite did not have the Ouzo addiction of the Greeks and a new banner was raised. A banner of a race of giants, they were alone and lost but rose from the dead, the lost were found and The Nephilim were born.
As the Nephilim rose all was not well in the Jungle, the Roman legions were still marching and in the Jungle was found the secret stash of Ouzo that the druken greeks had not used. Many in the Jungle drank and slept. The Nephilim watched.
Some of the Jungle found an old Ant and Dec record and felt that they were ready to rumble. He Romans pressed their case and the Jungle was no more. The Nephilim had already staked their case in K46. The French, saw their old friends and old Jacks realised that their box was still there.
The Nephilim was born. And Mr Wuffles found his favourite Chew toy cunningly shaped like the four horsemen of the apocolypse. It trasted good and Wufffles will feast on it.
