And in the chapel, Pope Bravo intoned, "In the beginning, warband was void of perpetual characters, so chadz created personaliztion and divided the strat word into NA and Eu..."
"Hold on" Bryggan rudely interrupted, what about the Aussies?"
And Bravo held his head low. "While we speak of Na and Eu," he said, "the good chadz, in his infinite wisdom, did not allow for Asian, Africans, South Americans or, the worst of them all, Austro-lasians."
"So what the fuck", Brygan said, "chadz did not allow for a gent like Dutchy in this game, but yet here he is. Is he more Na or is he more Eu?"
Pope Bravo's face darkened. "Alas" he said, "Dutchy is neither of the Na world nor the Eu world. He is.... from down under."
The people gasped. A few of the women and several of the more effeminate men swooned. Panic entered the minds of all people in the hall. Euros and NA they understood, but a creature from down under? With his own time zone? This they did not understand, and they were all stricken with terror.
While the people chittered with terror, Bryggan strode forward. "Hold," he cried, "remember our imperial anthem! The words that guide us!
"We're not gonna die
You can never kill us
We're not gonna die
You can never hurt us"
"Um", King Tristan said, "we've actually haven't decided that is our imperial anthem."
"Shut up," Bryggan intoned, "until we formalize a proper anthem, this one will suffice. And, people of the empire, do you feel the spirit of our current anthem?"
And the people yelled, "Sure, perhaps!".
Then the lutes and fifes, and the drums and bugles, and all sorts of other medieval instruments, joined in the proviso anthem. Then the most famed bard of the time led them in the singing of the anthem and all voices joined as one, feeling a new confidence and dedication to winning this war. And they sang this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MC2xjam_mg 