Hi all, here comes a short mini AAR of my first Menander AAR, which crashed and burned after a promising start when a bug wrecked the game completely. If you read to the end, I think you can guess what happened. 
It made for a decent small story, though. So here it is:
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The Republic has fallen.
What will replace it, I do not know.
All I know, is the Old Order is gone.
Forever.
As I write this, the usurper’s men are closing in.
I have not long time left.
I should flee, yet I fear there is no use.
My world is shattered.
Rome, or at least the Rome I knew, is gone.
My name is not important.
Not anymore.
But if my words can preserve the Republic’s memory, and warn future generations, it has not been entirely in vain.
It started in January 486 AUC.
After incredible successes on the battlefield, Rome had united most of Italy under her rule.
With success, came greed.
With greed, came the first civil war.
With the first civil war, came the end – or at least the beginnings of it.
The young Lucius Julius Libo, himself an upstart, became Consul.
He was a Populares, and popular he was.
His Co-Consul Gnaeus Ogulnius was a mere pawn.
Not long after the election, the greedy men of power tried to seize the Consulship, claiming Libo to be a danger to the Republic.
A danger he was, but not before these foolish men turned on him.
It gave him the excuses needed to entrench himself.
The rebels almost took Rome itself in the initial phases, but the Legion close to it remained loyal to Libo.
With the threat to Rome imminent, the Consul instated wide reaching reforms.
First came the Claudian Reforms to the military.
This one increased the military might of the republic, and had it stopped there, all would have been well.
Then the laws of Assembly changed.
The Centuriate Assembly again gave might to the military, which in itself could have been okay.
But the changes continued.
The Consul got emergency powers, well beyond even the title of Dictator.
The Consul became First Citizen – Princeps Civitatis – and in reality was now a king.
The fearful men of Rome gave up the keys to the Republic willingly and easily.
Then the Civil War ended.
And nothing was ever the same again.
All rebels died, horrible deaths – none were spared.
Then all offices was filled with Populares, men of Libo.
He had total control.
It could have ended there.
A kingdom with a ferniss of republicanism.
But then the trials started.
First was Decimus Cornelius Arvina.
An outspoken critic of the new regime.
He stood no chance.
Then came his collegue, Sevisu Fabius Sophus.
Another critic, silenced.
Then, finally, the First Citizen overreached.
Statius Cornelius Arvina stood trial, and the trial ended in war.
Another civil war.
The war that would change the world.
The war that would end all that once was Rome.
For as the Legions of the First Citizens marched, and the rebels lost, Rome lost it all.
When Libo and his men met the rebels for negotiations, promising leniency this time, they knew not that their time had come.
In secrecy, men had assembled to take power.
These men were led by a young man, only 29 years old.
Pallus Fabius was ambitious – and ruthless.
Men and women, children even, of the old families were killed.
Or, in best case, exiled.
Most were killed and never seen again.
When Fabius’ killing spree was over, only he and his upstart friends were left.
None of the great families of old were left.
None.
He didn’t even pretend to care for the Republic’s laws.
He took no Co-Consul.
He kept the First Citizen title.
He placed his own men of no noble line, in power.
The old order, he proclaimed, were to burn.
And burn it did.
There is nothing left of the Republic.
My dear, dear Republic.
As I prepare my sword for a final stand, I weep for what is lost – never to return.
It made for a decent small story, though. So here it is:---------------------------------------------
The Republic has fallen.
What will replace it, I do not know.
All I know, is the Old Order is gone.
Forever.
As I write this, the usurper’s men are closing in.
I have not long time left.
I should flee, yet I fear there is no use.
My world is shattered.
Rome, or at least the Rome I knew, is gone.
My name is not important.
Not anymore.
But if my words can preserve the Republic’s memory, and warn future generations, it has not been entirely in vain.
It started in January 486 AUC.
After incredible successes on the battlefield, Rome had united most of Italy under her rule.
With success, came greed.
With greed, came the first civil war.
With the first civil war, came the end – or at least the beginnings of it.
The young Lucius Julius Libo, himself an upstart, became Consul.
He was a Populares, and popular he was.
His Co-Consul Gnaeus Ogulnius was a mere pawn.
Not long after the election, the greedy men of power tried to seize the Consulship, claiming Libo to be a danger to the Republic.
A danger he was, but not before these foolish men turned on him.
It gave him the excuses needed to entrench himself.
The rebels almost took Rome itself in the initial phases, but the Legion close to it remained loyal to Libo.
With the threat to Rome imminent, the Consul instated wide reaching reforms.
First came the Claudian Reforms to the military.
This one increased the military might of the republic, and had it stopped there, all would have been well.
Then the laws of Assembly changed.
The Centuriate Assembly again gave might to the military, which in itself could have been okay.
But the changes continued.
The Consul got emergency powers, well beyond even the title of Dictator.
The Consul became First Citizen – Princeps Civitatis – and in reality was now a king.
The fearful men of Rome gave up the keys to the Republic willingly and easily.
Then the Civil War ended.
And nothing was ever the same again.
All rebels died, horrible deaths – none were spared.
Then all offices was filled with Populares, men of Libo.
He had total control.
It could have ended there.
A kingdom with a ferniss of republicanism.
But then the trials started.
First was Decimus Cornelius Arvina.
An outspoken critic of the new regime.
He stood no chance.
Then came his collegue, Sevisu Fabius Sophus.
Another critic, silenced.
Then, finally, the First Citizen overreached.
Statius Cornelius Arvina stood trial, and the trial ended in war.
Another civil war.
The war that would change the world.
The war that would end all that once was Rome.
For as the Legions of the First Citizens marched, and the rebels lost, Rome lost it all.
When Libo and his men met the rebels for negotiations, promising leniency this time, they knew not that their time had come.
In secrecy, men had assembled to take power.
These men were led by a young man, only 29 years old.
Pallus Fabius was ambitious – and ruthless.
Men and women, children even, of the old families were killed.
Or, in best case, exiled.
Most were killed and never seen again.
When Fabius’ killing spree was over, only he and his upstart friends were left.
None of the great families of old were left.
None.
He didn’t even pretend to care for the Republic’s laws.
He took no Co-Consul.
He kept the First Citizen title.
He placed his own men of no noble line, in power.
The old order, he proclaimed, were to burn.
And burn it did.
There is nothing left of the Republic.
My dear, dear Republic.
As I prepare my sword for a final stand, I weep for what is lost – never to return.
