[ WP ] Rome was not founded on the Tiber , but on the Mississippi .

Janurius Davis sighed, long had his empire held out against the withering decay that had long split the empire. 
 
 An agreement had been struck, penned by the great George Caesar himself, to split the empire into two separate halves, to prevent it from collapsing under it's own weight. 
 
 The move had unfortunately been a mistake. Years of Canadian invasion had crippled the Northern Roman Empire. Even the construction of Jefferson's wall had done little to eb these attacks. 
 
 Even after the fall of the Northern empire, life in the Southern empire had more or less continued as normal... until the Aztecs came. 
 
 The clash of the empires had been devastating to both sides... waves of Aztec Jaguars and Confederate Droman's rushed into each other. Blood ran like rain in the gutters of Texas. 
 
 Despite taking heavy loses, the Aztecs did not falter for an instant. Janurius shuddered as he recounted the tale of Davius Crockett having his still beating heart yanked out on the alter of the Mars at the Alamo, when it finally fell. 
 
 Now, in the waning days of the conflict... only Richmond remained. 1500 hundred years of Roman rule of the Americas was finally over. Janurius flinched as the doors of the palace were forced open. 
 
 The feared Cuauhtémoc entered the Confederate throne room and belted something in his native tongue at him. Janurius did not understand nor did he care, all that mattered was that his life and his empire were now forfiet. 
 
 `` Well Canada, they're your and the Iroquois' problem now.'' He muttered to himself, as two burly Azteci jaguars grabbed him and forced him to the ground. 
 
 He did n't want to think about what Cuauhtémoc was about to do with that knife...
