cojemo
2000 IQ Killjoy Detective
Rome. Capital of Italy and home to one of the most documented and well known histories on the planet, many men and women have lost blood in the name of this one city. Discoveries were made, conquerors created, deceptions planned, and wars declared. Its rich culture and brutal leaders expanded far and wide, swallowing up the weak and spitting out the strong. Heroes rose and fell while the Romans reigned supreme, but just as all of creation does it fell to the sands of time. Those who influenced the world were forever remembered, leaving behind an invisible trail of the rest. While the majority spend their days fearing the day they die, it is most often those with everything who are most fearful of how they will be remembered once their soul moves on. Will they be seen as benevolent and caring to their fellow peers, as monsters only out for themselves, or even worse; a blip on the radar of time? These are thoughts that can drive a man mad, and if one were serious on leaving an impact the methods are almost endless. Some men try to take the world for themselves, while others attempt to shape it to the liking of the people.
One man...one man thought he had found the ultimate solution. "I've done what I could with the life I was given." Staring out at the world before him, a person of almost child-like stature spoke to himself. Despite his elegant suit and lavish abode, very little material possessions adorned the room he stood in. It held only the bare necessities, with the common furnishing accompanied only by the odd portrait and photograph of him with a girl who seemed to be in her late teens.
"There is much I wish I could do, but alas my short life tells me I must be content. I've shaped things the best I could, so now it is time for someone else to write their name down in history. And what better place to do that, than the city of history itself."
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One man...one man thought he had found the ultimate solution. "I've done what I could with the life I was given." Staring out at the world before him, a person of almost child-like stature spoke to himself. Despite his elegant suit and lavish abode, very little material possessions adorned the room he stood in. It held only the bare necessities, with the common furnishing accompanied only by the odd portrait and photograph of him with a girl who seemed to be in her late teens.
"There is much I wish I could do, but alas my short life tells me I must be content. I've shaped things the best I could, so now it is time for someone else to write their name down in history. And what better place to do that, than the city of history itself."
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CS
