Belgian Waffling - A Comedic Victoria III AAR

[Historywhiz]

Not for Belgium.

Invading the Netherlands though...

Annoying Protestants who speak funny Flemish (which means that they’re even worse than the Flemish looked down upon by the majority Walloon elite already).

 

[TheExecuter]

"Ah yes, I would be most inclined to... look like the king, in your service." I realized late how lame that sounded.

Yes...'look like' the king...

Have you ever seen 1993 movie Dave with Kevin Kline being recruited to pose as the President?

One of my favorites from high school. At one point I could quote it's entirety.

The Queen, you see, was holding me at gunpoint.

Now, THIS is a fascinating queen!

"Surely you don't mean for me to pretend to be..."

Oh yes...yes we do.

so I simply kept quiet and contemplated if I had offended God to end up in this place.

Almost certainly...though God is fond of jokes, so it could be a joke on you...

. "You can talk now," she rolled her eyes. "Nobody would interrupt the King and Queen in their bedchambers."

"Can I not sleep, and let the terrors of the day be washed away?" I groaned. She produced the pistol again from somewhere in her dress.

Yup, I'm really liking this queen.

My name is Lewis Taylor. I am the second King of Belgium, and I have no idea how to run a country.

Don't worry. Half the rulers in Europe have the same problem.

 

[TheExecuter]

What was I doing, making plans to revisit my own thoughts on government policy?

Beginning to rule, obviously.

Wise kings do this all the time.

Back there in the council meeting, for just a moment as we discussed policy, I truly felt like the King.

Oh no. The beginning of the end of wisdom...

 

[TheExecuter]

“So what do you command?”

“The navy, of course.”

“The navy consisting of one ship.”

“Yes, sire.”

“But not the ship itself.”

“Of course not.”

“So three of you, all oversee the one ship.”

“Yes.”

“But not run it.”

“Certainly.”

As an American of the early 19th century, this situation should be familiar to the King...

“My God,” she remarked. “We’re actually doing it!”

I nodded happily. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, and I munched on my waffle happily. Just then, a servant arrived with a note for me. I opened it, curious who sent a note on New Year’s Eve. The contents made my blood run thicker than syrup.

WE KNOW.

Ah, but who is we? And what do they know?

And will we ever find out?

 

[Chac1]

Glad to see @TheExecuter going through the backpages of some excellent AARs. If you can revive this one and lure @MidKnightDreary back to the forums that would be tremendous. This is such a funny and rich AAR.