Idk. I just know he's the center of many memes.I'm not good at finding memes or making them. I'm just here to post witty remarks and sarcastic comments about some of the crazy things people post here(I'm also out of the loop so I don't know about things like He-man and stuff
What is a He-man? And is someone going to dress up as him for Halloween?
[shoot 4 fre ipa d]
HEY I COPIED THAT FIRST. credit pls
Just get the shotgun and stay at home playing video games and watching TV.
i always have my 12 gauge ready
Chumps. I have laser gun sentries on my roof with extreme accuracy. Did I mention they completely vaporize their targets and shoot enemies the moment they spot them?
haahah whatA coastal south-Italian settlement overlooking a large grain field. A Roman Senator, flanked by equites, stands in front of a docked ship. Senate man watches the chariot pull up, hard. The lictors jump out of the vehicle. Pompey leaves the chariot and approaches the Senate man.
Senate man: Gnaeus Pompeius. I'm Senate.
Pompey nods, nervous. Senate man hands him a fasces.
Lictor: He wasn't alone.
Senate man, confused, spots the legionnaires. He turns to Pompey.
Senate man: You don't get to bring hastatii.
Pompey (shaken): They are not my hastatii.
Lictor: Don't worry, no denarii for them.
Senate man: Why would i want them?
Lictor: They were trying to grab your consulship. They work for the populares. The wreathed man.
Senate man: Caesar?
The Lictor nods. Senate man turns to his equites.
Senate man: Get them on board. I'll call it in.
The sea vessel struggles over misty waves. The three hooded legionnaires kneel by the railing. Senate man grabs the 1st prisoner.
Senate man: The passenger list i just filed with the fleet lists me, Pompey, and the optimates, but only one of you!
Senate man: First one to talk gets to stay on my ship!
Senate man pulls out a gladius.
Senate man: Who paid you to cross the Rubicon?
Nothing. The equites yank the man back in.
Senate man: Non bonum natare! Who wants to try next?
The equites grab hooded legionnaire nr 2, and hang him over the railing.
Senate man: Tell me about Caesar! Why does he wear the wreath?
The prisoner says nothing. Senate man presses the gladius at the man's throat, he cocks the gladius… Nothing.
Senate man: Lot of loyalty for a Gallic auxiliary!
Third prisoner: Or perhaps he's wondering why you would order a man to disband his legions before the end of his term as proconsul.
Senate man: At least you can speak latin. Who are you?
Third prisoner: It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is our potentia.
Senate man, wary, approaches prisoner 3 - pulls off his hood, revealing a bold-faced, harsh, mediterranean man with a laurel wreath. The eyes are cold. This is Caesar.
Third Prisoner (Ceasar): No one cared who i was until i conquered Gaul.
Senate man: If i fall on my sword, will i die?
Caesar: It would be extremely shameful.
Senate man: You're a big roman.
Caesar: Tibi.
Senate man: Was the triumvirate part of your plan?
Caesar: Of course! Pompey refused my offer in favour of yours. I had to find out what he told you.
Pompey: Nothing! I said nothingl!
Senate man: Well congratulations, you got hailed as imperator! Now what's the next step of your masterplan?
Caesar: Crashing this republic…
Another ship approaches suddenly out of the mist. It is filled with legionnaires of the Legio XIII Gemina, loyal to Caesar. Their boarding ramps are raised and ready.
Caesar: ...With no survivors!
Is that Shamchat?A coastal south-Italian settlement overlooking a large grain field. A Roman Senator, flanked by equites, stands in front of a docked ship. Senate man watches the chariot pull up, hard. The lictors jump out of the vehicle. Pompey leaves the chariot and approaches the Senate man.
Senate man: Gnaeus Pompeius. I'm Senate.
Pompey nods, nervous. Senate man hands him a fasces.
Lictor: He wasn't alone.
Senate man, confused, spots the legionnaires. He turns to Pompey.
Senate man: You don't get to bring hastatii.
Pompey (shaken): They are not my hastatii.
Lictor: Don't worry, no denarii for them.
Senate man: Why would i want them?
Lictor: They were trying to grab your consulship. They work for the populares. The wreathed man.
Senate man: Caesar?
The Lictor nods. Senate man turns to his equites.
Senate man: Get them on board. I'll call it in.
The sea vessel struggles over misty waves. The three hooded legionnaires kneel by the railing. Senate man grabs the 1st prisoner.
Senate man: The passenger list i just filed with the fleet lists me, Pompey, and the optimates, but only one of you!
Senate man: First one to talk gets to stay on my ship!
Senate man pulls out a gladius.
Senate man: Who paid you to cross the Rubicon?
Nothing. The equites yank the man back in.
Senate man: Non bonum natare! Who wants to try next?
The equites grab hooded legionnaire nr 2, and hang him over the railing.
Senate man: Tell me about Caesar! Why does he wear the wreath?
The prisoner says nothing. Senate man presses the gladius at the man's throat, he cocks the gladius… Nothing.
Senate man: Lot of loyalty for a Gallic auxiliary!
Third prisoner: Or perhaps he's wondering why you would order a man to disband his legions before the end of his term as proconsul.
Senate man: At least you can speak latin. Who are you?
Third prisoner: It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is our potentia.
Senate man, wary, approaches prisoner 3 - pulls off his hood, revealing a bold-faced, harsh, mediterranean man with a laurel wreath. The eyes are cold. This is Caesar.
Third Prisoner (Ceasar): No one cared who i was until i conquered Gaul.
Senate man: If i fall on my sword, will i die?
Caesar: It would be extremely shameful.
Senate man: You're a big roman.
Caesar: Tibi.
Senate man: Was the triumvirate part of your plan?
Caesar: Of course! Pompey refused my offer in favour of yours. I had to find out what he told you.
Pompey: Nothing! I said nothingl!
Senate man: Well congratulations, you got hailed as imperator! Now what's the next step of your masterplan?
Caesar: Crashing this republic…
Another ship approaches suddenly out of the mist. It is filled with legionnaires of the Legio XIII Gemina, loyal to Caesar. Their boarding ramps are raised and ready.
Caesar: ...With no survivors!
hahahah no
