The city had been a prize once; it had sent many glorious armies out to battle, at first to defend, and then to make conquests of its own. The city had forced its enemies to flee before it, barely giving the enemy time to scoop up its women and children before crashing over them. Sometimes the fleeing enemy did not even stop for the women and children. That was bad. The city had sent its armies to the women and children to rape and kill, to fuck in the ass and slice across the throat. Sometimes there had been no men at all from the enemy army to pick up the women and children, which was always the worst case, since the hapless innocents would be waiting in the city for news and instead get defiled in the front and back at the same time and then slit from ear to ear.

The city had grown shapely with spoil, and had developed rosy cheeks and a figure chubby in the right places and had swept its proud arm towards its breadth and had marveled at itself. Its armies washed over the enemy, and brutally put them down, and then the commercialists came in, lifting the shattered enemy from the ground and putting him to work, taking his children and teaching them the conquerors language and dressing them in the conquerors clothes and urging them to abandon their silly father's ways and go to the glorious city, which was the center of the world now and provided opportunity. The prospects of glory and material gain were aphrodisiacs that made the new generation touch themselves in anticipation and they couldn't wait to leave their old fathers behind to remember when their land had actually been theirs, before the great city had sent its armies forth.

The city then abandoned its curvy figure and let fat overrun it, and soon its glory was offensive to other cities. One in particular was lean and hungry, but its hunger spurned it forward rather than give it despair. Fortune abandoned the great city to its vanity and obesity, and instead rose up the bold and hungry city. The great armies of the conquering city were shattered and made prisoner and beaten with rocks and stabbed and ripped through the gut, since their reputation was so cruel and frightful that the hungry city did not wish to risk keeping them alive. Soon, the great General of the hungry city faced the conquering city, which quivered now in its fat, all of the opportunists and dandies and pleasure-glutton lust goddesses sweating and wiping palms on their fancy pant legs, watching with dismay as the General began the shelling of the former glorious city.

The shells and projectiles slammed into the soaring monuments and proud statues and majestic arches, crumbling them, laying them low, and the citizens ran. The children of the old enemies of the great city cried for their fathers, but their fathers were long dead and uncaring; their time of suffering over. Now their children would suffer the wrath of the General and the hungry city, which was blood gorged and excited and eager to establish itself and be just the same as the city it was fighting. The soldiers of the hungry city began to slaughter civilians, ripping their clothes with their knives and stealing their abundant money and grabbing the women and men in their fashionable clothes and throwing them in the mud and fucking them there in any hole that could be fit in. The slaughter was frightful, but massacre was one thing, and karma was another. The city paid in full.

The General sat on his horse as it stood on a bluff overlooking the once glorious city, and he could not help but weep at what he was destroying. He had visited the glorious city once, and he had admired its mighty monuments and had fallen in love with its arrogance and had enjoyed the smell of its women. Now, he watched as his lieutenants and captains abandoned their training to the basic passions of animals called men, following the lead of the simple privates, making no example of them, but following them as they ran trains on princesses and street urchins alike. He cried, seated on his despondent stallion, smelling the burning of the once glorious city, knowing in his heart that his own would end up like it someday, though much worse.

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