Ged’s Family Issues
It all seems to be coming together for our Ged. He is the strongest Irish lord in Ireland. The richest man in Britannia. And, since that little incident with the mysterious assassin last time, enjoying a ferocious sex life with a woman who redefines obsession.
Ged is happy. This is not good at all.
The readership demands pain, Ged. They want you to suffer, Ged. You don’t want to disappoint the readership, do you Ged? Some of them are fully functioning members of society. The rest are regulars.
We need to kick things up a bit, my minion. Buddy. Honey. Love-muffin.
Hang on, Urraka is on the council permanently. What can she do?
Finally, you can order your wife to do stuff! This is the progress we needed...
Giving her the keys to the kingdom and the treasure chest seems like the best thing to do. I mean, she was doing it anyway, so we might as well make it official. I like the courtyard she built. Might as well see if she can get the Irish to build something else.
Like a house. That would be nice. At the moment Ged has to sleep in a shack. And the peacocks from the courtyard guarded keep him awake.
Right, so we have given the witch unchecked power on a council of incompetents, aside from the bishop, who is never here because I have him busy committing fraud. I wonder what he’s going to do once we’ve conquered Ireland?
I can’t see him preaching, to be honest.
Anyway, the married couple are soulmates now. They are in love, and staying that way. Nothing can change that. It’s like Disney romance songs are constantly playing in their heads.
Bit dull and hellish if you ask me, but it grants me another slave, and a competent one at that, so I’m happy.
[My PC ate this image of PTM being a prick about Debt. Just imagine it,
or, if you prefer, a happy kitten. In fact, let's have that instead!]
Aww. They're coming to get ya, PTM! They're gunna get ya!
Oh. I think I may have spent all Ged’s money. And the Pope is busy today, probably on Capri pretending not to notice what his Cardinals are doing with the pool boys.
As
PTM very solemnly says, this is very bad. Very bad indeed. I can’t quite take it seriously though, given how happy the bastard seems to be about it.
This is extremely OP, btw
Fortunately, mercenaries are now on a contract and thus, essentially, my minions until the term runs out. Seriously, no joke, before governments checked this sort of thing, contracts were utterly evil.
Now they are only
mostly tools of Satan.
Either Mercia just got independence for five minutes or that duke owns a shit-ton of England.
Either way, it's not good news for Normandy
Dublin is my only rival on the island now. Well, them and the effing Welsh. I think they’ve read my CK2 stories and know what I usually do to Wales given half the chance. Arseholes. They will rue the day they attempted to prevent a god burning their country down for sport.
Anyway, Dublin is in my way. I want their capital for my capital. I want their other county as well-
Wait, what the heck happened to England? Never mind, that’s a Paradox problem.
As if there could be any other choice...
My minion has given birth to a son. And
PTM named him after his father. Long may he carry the noble name of Ged Ned, of Ned. Long may he serve my every whim and desire.
To Ged Junior, my readers! I can’t possibly see any problems with him living to his adulthood.
Dear God, WHY WON'T YOU BREED!!!
Oh bollocks.
And the game is ahead of me for once. We still can’t murder our own kids on purpose. This was something I hoped they were going to fix in CK3. Stupid swedes.
Mind you, I’m not sure if I mind Ged taking over instead of Brian. He’s a moron, and he still hasn’t had any kids with his very sexyfull wife. He doesn’t even have the balls to be out and out homosexual. At least give some excuse mate. Your mother is a witch and an atheist, for God’s sake. Have some balls. Then put them…never mind.
The real mystery is where the Irish got the cider from.
Maybe some industrious farmer stole some pear or apple trees from the English?
I support this.
This is good.
Ged is too busy to celebrate or despair over his pair of boys. The mercenary band are being a bit rowdy. Or rather, they’ve burnt down three of the four bars in my entire realm.
I am naturally furious. These are the biggest taxpayers in the country. Ged must do something. Naturally, they pale before his arm waving and shouting, so much so that they not only leave but Ged levels up!
Bar brawls, making conquering cheaper! Since 1060-whatever...
He’s so good for a shout and wave that people won’t argue too much when he says that land over there is
totally his and always was. This makes it cheaper for our bishop friend to fake the documents. Which is nice because we’re still in debt. I do hope nobody else disturbs Ged’s drinking. That would-
I recognise him from the silly walk! Must...resist...obvious...reference...
It is deeply embarrassing when your own nephew is not only cowardly enough to flee from his post
that he asked you for but also to flee in front of you, and all your men. Ged is thus very embarrassed. The rest of us try not to snicker.
There is a chance of them fighting us off but let’s be real here, Ged is a big lad. His lads are big lads. These deserters are so pussy-footed they are scared to fight the Irish, a people so determined to kill themselves that they slowly walk into the sea over a period of several days.
Who are these children he speaks of? We're a tribal warband, we don't forcibly conscript anyone to fight for us...
We can just kill them all. We can also bore them to death with stories about honour and duty. Ged is pretty good with speeches and shouting so that might work.
But I am in charge, and this is
Ged’s Existential Nightmare. To the poop pit with them!
Ged grows strong with their disgust and hatred. It fills him. He feasts upon the cries of the damned
And they shovelled shit till the end of time. Or for a few weeks. Then the poo was gone, and they were very smelly.
A lesson was learned, over that time, I think. A lesson on humility, and justice, and honour. And digestion.
Ged also learnt how to get people to march people…from this? Did they have to march through the poo? Does marching through poo help? Did the poo help, Ged?
Do you…do you want some poo, Ged? Will it make you happy?
Yes...I can see why we need to know this
I have no idea why, but the people of whatistname have renounced the pope and Catholicism. Whatever.
And now it's cheaper, thanks to heavy drinking and some poo!
Oh, thank God, someone is doing their job properly. Well, let’s get on with our conquest of Ireland. Thank goodness everything is at least being managed well at home. There’s no way Urraka can-
Everything we just did was pointless!
Shit.
For God’s sake, we’ve just sat through pages and pages of you lusting after Ged. Who did you shack up with now? I must send my legion of trained spider monkey agents to find out the Truth!
Shit. The spider monkeys have escaped. I knew I should have broken their legs. Now we’ll have to rely on the Irish. And they’re…shit.
My useless spymaster at work. At least he'll NEVER cock up again...
Well, this is awkward.
Umm…ok. Right. So, it turns out the woman who has sex with Ged every night…is carrying Ged’s child. You people are a bunch of idiots. Right…how do we resolve this?
Ah, the way we usually do.
Here we go down to Dublin town, Dublin town, Dublin town.
Here we go down to Dublin town
to burn the fucker down
Let’s burn down Dublin. We need to make some space for the wife’s garden. Ged needs to buy her a
lot of flowers.
Battle commences and the results continue to make no sense, but we won regardless. Apparently, Ged is related to this Dublin chap, which might make it awkward if we ever have to kill him. However, I reassure him that he is now an award-winning character on the CK forums, which means he can literally get away with murder. He can also fuck his sister, if he wants.
I don’t know whether he has a sister. I’m not a very good friend to him, to be honest.
See? Apparently, I missed him sleeping with his wife in the middle of battle again. Those two…honestly, the kids are going to end up with serious issues being conceived and raised in such conditions.
We win. We take his wife hostage. We take his daughter hostage. We lock both of them in prison and threaten them with various nasty implements and prospects of no bail. Or charges for that matter.
I own Dublin now. This is my new empire and I’m building a wall around it. I’ll get Urraka to make us a nice courtyard and gardens to have all the outdoor events shot in, and a nice hall for interior shots. Everywhere else is a shack.
Not bad going if I do say so myself. The kingdom is coming together, Ged is very happily married, Urraka is constantly pregnant…life is good. Hard to believe I’ve been running this glee club for just under eight years. I feel like celebrating, with someone else’s money.
I'll actually miss this Pope when he's gone. Wonder who'll replace him?
Perfect! Drinks are on the Pope, guys!
Thus, began the Church’s tumultuous and oftentimes frightening relationship with Dublin’s nightlife. Sadly however, one cannot drink forever. And Ged and I have been ignoring the outside world for too long.
Everyone left in Ireland has noticed that a long-haired maniac wants to eat their land, and so have taken the cowards route and shacked up with much stronger allies to protect them. Now, we must take them all down anyway.
So, what have we learnt today?
- Paradox don’t do math. Or maths. But they like writing numbers.
- How to move a capital county. After several dozen google searches…
- Urraka is NOT a cheating hussy. She loves the G. So much she’s naming all her kids that.
- You can learn a lot by shovelling shit.
- Ged Junior is damned, just as much as Ged is. Probably more so.
Next Time, I sell off Ged’s children for fun and profit. Ged gets his balls handed to him by a four-year-old (but not like that). We take a brief and unfocused look at a few random bits of the world. And we all begin to realise how fucked up this inevitable succession crisis is going to be.
Till then, venerable readers, goodnight, and pray for Ged (both of them).