[ WP ] [ HP ] It 's 1216 - Dover , England . You are part of a trebuchet crew in the army of Louis , the Dauphin of France ... ( more in comments )

`` Sacre Bleu!'' was the only thing going through my mind. The cold realization of my situation ran down my spine, like a vat of frigid water. 12th May, 1216. That would be the date that the letter notifying my state of my death would have. He died valiantly, fighting for the Rightful Crown of Louis VIII as King of England. 
 
 Looking at the bright side, I would fly like a bird, for a few seconds at least. Then I would crash against the walls of Dover Castle, exploding into a gory mess among the broken bricks. So many things ran through my mind. My little patch of land, my wife, my kids, my livestock, the little hut I slept in. Thinking about it, life was pretty dull. Maybe dying would n't be so bad. 
 
 `` Ouvrez le feu!'' shouted my Captain. That meant that I was about to be hurled across a battlefield. A quick prayer would probably ensure that I would not go to Hell, but I did n't really care. 
 
 A sword fell, cutting the rope holding me and the boulder tied to the Earth. And... 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 `` C'est quoi ce truc?'' I heard someone say behind me. The trebuchet had [ failed ] ( http: //myweb.tiscali.co.uk/castles/page39.html ) us. Ah, so I was going to li- 
 
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