Steampunked At Portmanteau
the Manitou heathen have sunken two of your majesty's king Rupert's ships a fierce battle with in minutes after a warning of shots fired by your ships the heathen technology far greater than your majesty has ever seen even one heathen infantrymen equipped with a shiny silver bow like device which can place a cannon size hole through the bow like dragons fire the intensity was devastating straight as an arrow the fiery projectile about the same size The canons and rifle men were of little use for the heathen men appeared as grey wolves like something from a mad Merlyn's vision then vanished before our eyes we have withdrawn to the safety of the seas and moving southerly to hope a hidden cove while retreating we were hailed a voice reverberating all around us from some strange megaphone the Manitou rise seeing our plight we request your majesty orders king of Britannia - we now fear upon seeing the Nouveau riche lands of these new borders
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2013
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