Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

Rookie - 5 Points (September 30th 1959 / Genoa (Italy))

*L) Julius Caesar


BRUTUS: Persuade you that killing the tyrant was indispensable.
OCTAVIUS: I don't think so. My heart is hardened.
CASSIUS: I am sad at heart. We can come to an agreement again.
ANTONY: Caesar was king and you all together are not a queen, either. (Alone) Octavius has pain however has more power than me. Let's prepare for battle!
OCTAVIUS: I am afraid of struggle nevertheless our plan is going to succeed.

At the battlefield of Philippi. Enter MESSALA and TITINIUS officers of Brutus and Cassius.

MESSALA: Look at the Brutus's infantry that breaks the Octavius's testudo!
TITINIUS: The horses of Antony crush the trenchs of Cassius!
MESSALA: His horse trips up a stone, Cassius falls and dies. Brutus is hidden in a hole, his enemies find him and kill him.

Submitted: Sunday, March 08, 2009

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