The Great War

Word had finally come Jesus Christ had played for Sameleiren, no words could stop Satan from unleashing his wrath now. Nsame had tried to call him, but there was no use, war was here and all that could be done was to prepare. Nsame having the bulk of his army in Norway as a result of the civil war was left with just a small contingent to defend Cameroon. Wakanda was first to be attacked.

As the news of Jesus Christ's arrival at Sameleiren spread, Nsame knew that it was only a matter of time before Satan would unleash his wrath upon the world. He had tried to reach out to Jesus, hoping that the divine being could somehow stop the impending war, but it was too late. The time for action had come, and all that could be done was to prepare for the worst. Nsame ordered his small contingent of troops in Cameroon to be ready for battle, and he sent word to his allies in Wakanda, asking for their help in defending against the incoming onslaught. Embombolo Kante, the black panther and leader of the Wakandan royal guard, mobilized his forces and readied them for the impending attack.

## **The Siege of Wakanda**

As the first waves of Satan's army descended upon Wakanda, the royal guard fought bravely, using their advanced technology and martial skills to hold back the tide of darkness. But even with the help of Nsame's forces, they were vastly outnumbered and outgunned. As the battle raged on, it became clear that the forces of good were at a serious disadvantage. Satan's army was relentless, and they seemed to be gaining the upper hand. Nsame and Kante knew that they had to come up with a plan to turn the tide of the battle, or all would be lost.

In a desperate move, Nsame and Kante decided to launch a counterattack, hoping to catch Satan's army off guard. They gathered their remaining forces and launched a surprise assault, targeting the enemy's weak points and using every trick in the book to gain an advantage.

At first, it seemed as though the plan was working. The forces of good were able to break through Satan's lines and drive the enemy back. However, their momentum was short-lived, as Satan's army regrouped and launched a fierce counterattack. Pushing past the Cameroonian advance and sending thousands of bodies home to Hell. They breached the city walls and brought hell along with them and Nsame was then shocked to see their leader. Beelzebub the once great Sameleiren player stood infront of his large host and slaughtered most of the remaining defenders. Nsame was able to escape with his loyal enforcers, but Embombolo as the king, stood and fought.

"*They had breached the inner wall, we had just managed to make our way back into the main keep and then, fire came upon us. They seared through the throne room's gate and Beelzebub stared down Embombolo, the great Black Panther against the Lord of the Flies. They clashed in the air and fought, seemingly an even duel. They struck, clawed, stabbed, threw, bit and teared each other apart. Both now mortally wounded after this incredible battle, could barely even engage one another and somehow Beelzebub threw the King to the floor and launched his finishing move. Embombolo somehow instinctally reached out and as Beelzebub fell upon his foe his throat was pierced by five sharp claws. He layed there gurgling blood until his sounds died out and the demon finally fell. Emombolo too wounded only managed to get on one knee and exclaimed "Wakanda forever" signaling the last of his guard to attack before he too took his final breath" -The Book of Wakanda*

### **The aftermath**

In the days after the siege the demons had turned the great city of Wakanda into a dark fortress of hell, consuming it with fire and death. Nsame had reached his private castle in the heart of Cameroon, it was deep in the mountains hidden behind the large city of Yaoundé, its defences were told to be impenetrable built purely of Cocainium steel alloy. News of this tragedy had reached the outside world from the cold isolated Ohio to the highest peaks of Nepalistan, even the legendary Jean-Pierre Nsame knew he could not stand alone, not this time.

The skies darkened day by day as Hell's corruption spread across the world and even the mightiest of warriors trembled by the thought of facing such a powerful foe. Without hesitation, Nsame planned to send a messenger to the king of Ohio, Don Pollo, to request military support and a temporary alliance in the face of Satan's wrath. He knew that Pollo was a powerful and respected leader, and he hoped that he would be able to rally his forces and join forces with him to defend against the enemy.

Next, Nsame would send a messenger to Dragekrigeren, the fierce warrior and leader of Nepalistan. He knew that Dragekrigeren was a formidable ally, with a reputation for being unbeatable in battle. He hoped that the warrior would be able to bring his forces to bear against Satan's army and help turn the tide of the war.

Finally, Nsame would send a messenger to Boarri, the leader of The Sapmi Loyalists that was locked in a civil war with Nsame. Despite their differences, Nsame knew that he had to set aside his animosity and seek the help of his enemy in the face of the greater threat posed by Satan.

Nsame picked three of his sons, Rean Rierre Roidsame, Gean Gierre Gekkosame, and Bean Bierre Bombsame to set out on their journey as messengers, they knew that their mission was a critical one. The fate of the world hung in the balance, and they were determined to do everything in their power to help defend against Satan's wrath.

Rean Rierre Roidsame's mission was a challenging one, as he had to travel a great distance to deliver the message to the king of Ohio, Don Pollo. Along the way, he encountered many dangers, including bandits and wild animals, but he did not falter. He rode hard, stopping only to rest his horse and gather supplies, and he remained focused and determined throughout the journey.

When he finally reached his destination, Roidsame was greeted by a heavily guarded palace and a formidable army. He knew that he would have to be careful if he hoped to deliver the message and secure the alliance that his father needed. Using his status as the most roided being, Roidsame managed to gain an audience with the king. He presented his case eloquently, explaining the impending threat of Satan's wrath and the need for a temporary alliance. To his relief, the king listened attentively and seemed to be considering his proposal.

In the end, the king agreed to help, and he pledged to send a portion of his army to join forces with Cameroon in the coming war. Roidsame was overjoyed at the news, and he thanked the king and his advisors before taking his leave. As he rode back home to report his success, he knew that he had played a crucial role in securing the alliance that would be so vital in the coming conflict.

Gean Gierre Gekkosame's mission was no less difficult, as he had to journey through treacherous mountain passes and across scorching desert sands to reach Nepalistan. Along the way, he faced all manner of dangers, including wild animals, treacherous weather, and enemy scouts. But he remained steadfast and determined, driven by his loyalty to his father and his belief in the cause.

When he finally reached Nepalistan, Gekkosame was greeted by a sprawling network of fortresses and a formidable army of warriors. He knew that he would have to be careful if he hoped to deliver his message and secure the alliance that his father needed.

Using his status of former Sameleiren star, Gekksame managed to gain an audience with Dragekrigeren, the fierce warrior and leader of Nepalistan. He presented his case eloquently, explaining the impending threat of Satan's wrath and the need for a temporary alliance. To his relief, Dragekrigeren listened attentively and seemed to be considering his proposal.

In the end, Dragekrigeren agreed to help, and he pledged to bring his army to bear against Satan's forces in the coming war. Gekkosame was overjoyed at the news, and he thanked the warrior and his advisors before taking his leave. As he rode back home to report his success, he knew that he had made his father proud.

Bean Bierre Bombsame's mission was the most difficult of all, as he had to journey through enemy territory to deliver the message to Boarri, the leader of the rival faction that was locked in a civil war with Sameleiren. Along the way, he faced all manner of dangers, including ambushes and assassination attempts, but he remained steadfast and determined, driven by his loyalty to his father and his belief in the cause.

When he finally reached Boarri's stronghold, Bombsame was greeted by a heavily guarded fortress and a formidable army of warriors. He knew that he would have to be careful if he hoped to deliver his message and secure the alliance that his father needed.

Using all of his charm and diplomatic skills, Bombsame managed to gain an audience with Boarri. He presented his case eloquently, explaining the impending threat of Satan's wrath and the need for a temporary alliance. But to his surprise, Boarri was not convinced.

"I will not ally with Cameroonistan," Boarri said firmly. "Not after the atrocities that your people have committed against mine. But I will consider a temporary cease-fire if your leader, Jean-Pierre Nsame, comes to me alone and unarmed, to plead for peace."

Bombsame was stunned by the demand, but he knew that he had no choice but to accept. He returned to Cameroon and relayed the message to his father, who reluctantly agreed to the terms. Jean-Pierre Nsame made his way to Boarri's stronghold, unarmed and alone, he knew that he was taking a great risk. But he also knew that the stakes were high, and that the temporary alliance was necessary if they hoped to stand a chance against Satan's wrath.

When Nsame arrived at the stronghold, he was greeted by a heavily guarded fortress and a formidable army of warriors. But he did not falter, driven by a sense of purpose and the knowledge that he was doing what was necessary to protect his people. He was led into the presence of Boarri, who sat atop a throne of gold and iron, surrounded by his advisors and guards.

Boarri felt emotional as he looked upon his old lover, tears began to form in his eyes, but he just managed to get himself together as Nsame began to speak. "Boarri, my old friend... you did not wish to make alliance only in the prescense of my son, now i stand before you in the face of our world's impending doom". Boarri took a moment to think and then stepped off of his throne and began to walk towards him as he spoke "You betrayed me... but know you're here... what took you so long old friend?" He embraced him with all his might, the pair had finally been reunited once more.

Nsame and Boarri traveled together back to Nsame's castle, Boarri bringing his loyal legion of Sapmi warriors. Nsame had now gathered support from most of the worlds great realms. Three of Nsame's sons, Don Pollo and Dragekrigeren had already arrived at the castle once Nsame had returned with Boarri and the counterweight to the darkness had almost been made ready. Before that however Nsame had a few more objectives to complete.

#### **The Revelation**

Georg Floyd had been journeying across the world trying to find his true purpose in life, he was currently residing in Jordan, Nepalistan taking a break from his long travels. One day he stood on the balcony of his villa and one of his Monk servants called out to him "Mr. Floyd you have visitors", Georg quickly made his way to the front gate where he saw four men carrying a body covered in sheets. One of them handed him a package.

Inside, he found a letter from Embombolo Kante. Telling him what many had speculated, he was Georg's father. The letter explained that he had always known about Georg's existence and had been watching over him from afar. The letter also contained a gift: a powerful and ancient stone, imbued with the strength and spirit of Wakanda.

Georg was overwhelmed by the revelation, and he struggled to come to terms with the fact that he was the son of a king. But as he held the stone in his hands, he felt a sense of purpose and destiny wash over him. He knew that he was meant to do great things, and he was determined to live up to his father's expectations.

Just when Georg thought he had come to terms with his new identity, he received the worst news of all. King Embombolo Kante had been killed in battle, defending Wakanda against an invading army. Georg was devastated by the loss, but he knew that he had to be strong for his people.

As the body of his father was delivered into his arms, he weeped over his lifeless corpse and Georg vowed then to honor his legacy and protect Wakanda with all his might. He knew that it would not be easy, but he was ready to rise to the challenge and become the hero that his people needed him to be. For Wakanda. For his father.

##### **Locating De Frydelige Fem**

Locating De Frydelige Fem was of the utmost importance to Jean-Pierre Nsame and his war efforts. These powerful beings had gone into hiding on Earth after the gate to Frydistan was closed, and finding them was crucial if Nsame hoped to have any chance of defeating Satan's wrath.

After much searching and investigation, Nsame learned of a man named Esten Aastad, also known as "The Guy in the Chair," who was rumored to be the sixt hidden member of De Frydelige Fem. Believing that Aastad might have information on the whereabouts of the other members of the group, Nsame sent a team of his trusted enforcers to track him down and bring him in for questioning.

The search for Aastad was difficult and dangerous, as he was a cunning and elusive target. But after weeks of tracking and pursuit, the agents finally caught up with him in a remote village in the mountains of Norway. Aastad was taken into custody and brought back to Cameroon, where he would be questioned by Nsame and his advisors.

The questioning began in a small, dimly lit room in the bowels Nsame's fortress. Nsame and his advisors sat at a table across from Aastad, who was shackled to his chair and guarded by a team of heavily armed Enforcers. Nsame began the questioning, speaking in a calm and measured tone as he tried to elicit information from Aastad. But the man was cagey and uncooperative, refusing to answer even the most basic questions.

The questioning went on for hours, with Nsame and his advisors using every trick and tactic at their disposal to try and break Aastad's resistance. They offered him rewards and incentives, threatened him with punishment and torture, and even appealed to his sense of loyalty and duty. But no matter what they tried, Aastad remained stubbornly silent, refusing to divulge any information. It seemed that he was determined to take his secrets to the grave.

Just when all hope seemed lost, Nsame decided to try a different approach. He leaned in close to Aastad and spoke to him in a low, reassuring voice. "I know that you have your reasons for keeping silent," he said. "But please believe me when I tell you that the fate of the world depends on finding the other members of De Frydelige Fem. If you help us, I promise that we will do everything in our power to protect you and your loved ones."

To Nsame's surprise, Aastad seemed to consider his words. After a long and tense moment, he finally nodded his head and spoke. "Very well," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I will help you find the other members of De Frydelige Fem. But you must promise me one thing: that you will protect me and my loved ones, no matter what happens... and let me play for Sameleiren again after this is over."

Nsame nodded gravely, sealing the deal with a firm handshake. And with that, the interragation was over, and the search for De Frydelige Fem could begin in earnest. As the interragation of Esten Aastad came to a close, Jean-Pierre Nsame and his advisors breathed a sigh of relief. They had finally managed to break Aastad's resistance and get the information they needed to find the other members of De Frydelige Fem.

"Faniel Feraki, Floyd Froid, Farry Fanye Feast and Fonkemannen Fonk," Aastad said, his voice barely above a whisper. "These are the names of the other members of De Frydelige Fem. They are powerful and dangerous beings, with abilities that defy explanation. But be warned: their leader is Fean Fierre Frydsame, your own son Nsame, and he is not to be underestimated."

Nsame not even flinching at hearing that his son was their leader listened attentively as Aastad revealed everything he knew about De Frydelige Fem. They learned of the group's origins in Frydistan, their role in the defense of the realm, and their abilities to bend reality and wield unimaginable power. As the information poured in, Nsame knew that he had to act quickly. He called for his best agents and issued orders to track down the members of De Frydelige Fem and bring them into the fold.

The search was difficult and dangerous, as the members of De Frydelige Fem were scattered across the globe and hiding in plain sight. But with Aastad's help, Nsame's agents were able to locate each of the members and bring them back to Cameroon. When they were all assembled, Nsame addressed them, explaining the impending threat of Satan's wrath and the need for a temporary alliance. To no surprise, the members of De Frydelige Fem agreed to join forces, pledging their loyalty and support in the coming conflict.

###### **Old friends**

As the war against Satan's wrath raged on, Nsame knew that he needed all the help he could get. He had already enlisted the aid of De Frydelige Fem and had formed temporary alliances with rival factions, but he knew that it would not be enough.

In a desperate bid to turn the tide of the war, Nsame reached out to his old friends, hoping that they would answer his call for help. He sent a message out into the universe, calling on Cokein Abouser, Pukki Saminem, and Globlogabgalab to join him in the fight against Satan. Cokein Abouser and Pukki Saminem where fighting a galactic war, but hearing that Nsame was in need left it behind to aid him. Globlogabgalab could not return as he was fated by destiny to return at another point, still this was something Nsame would never forget.

With the arrival of his half-brother and one of his closest friends Nsame began to feel confident once more, but he needed one more man to make his force complete. One some even consider to be his equal, Georg Hansen the Intergalactic merchant of war and a very good friend. The only issue was finding him, Georg had not been seen for 35 years.

Despite the challenges, Nsame was determined to find Hansen and bring him into the fold. He had a strange feeling that Hansen was hiding in plain sight, and he decided to look for him at their old HQ. The old HQ was a abandoned warehouse in a rough part of California, and it had not been used in decades. But as Nsame and his friends approached the building, they noticed that there was a faint light coming from inside.

They cautiously made their way into the warehouse, guns drawn and senses on high alert. As they searched the old building, they heard a faint noise coming from the back room. Nsame and his friends cautiously made their way towards the noise, and as they entered the back room, they were shocked to see Georg Hansen sitting at a desk, surrounded by a pile of papers and documents.

Hansen looked up as they entered the room, and a broad smile spread across his face. "Well, well, well," he said. "If it isn't Jean-Pierre Nsame and his merry band of misfits. I was wondering when you'd show up." Nsame grinned widely in response. "It's good to see you, old man".

"It's good to see you too, my friend," Hansen replied, his own smile matching Nsame's. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." The two men stood there for a moment, lost in their memories and the joy of reuniting. Finally, Nsame pulled back and looked at Hansen.

"So," he said. "I take it you know why we're here?"

Hansen nodded, his smile fading slightly. "Yes, I do," he said. "I've been following the war from a distance, and I knew that you would eventually come looking for me."

Nsame nodded, his own expression serious. "We need you, Georg," he said. "We're going to need all the help we can get if we want to win this war. Are you ready to join us?"

Hansen grinned. "For you old friend" he said. "always".

**The final preparations**

Nsame had returned to his castle with Hansen within a few days and now a great force was gathered outside and in the throne room all the leaders were assembled. Nsame was inside speaking to some of his allies when a hooded figure guarded by four men of Wakanda walked in. The man threw his hood back shocking Nsame and his allies, it was Georg Floyd.

Nsame's look of shock turned to one of joy and then proceeded to embrace his old friend. No words needed to be said, now was the time for action and vengeance. Nsame called Georg Floyd and Boarri to him, his face serious and determined. He had a task for them that he knew was vital to the success of their mission. "Gentlemen," he began, "it is time for us to split up and take control of the western and eastern parts of Cameroon."

Georg and Boarri looked at each other, then back at Nsame. "Are you sure that's wise?" Georg asked. "We're stronger together."

Nsame nodded. "I know, but we can cover more ground this way. And besides, we need to establish ourselves in both regions if we're going to have any chance of success."

Boarri spoke up next. "What about the other parts of the country? Who will take those?"

Nsame smiled. "Thats my job. For now, let's focus on these two areas. Georg, I'm putting you in charge of the west. Boarri, you take the east."

The two men nodded, their expressions determined. They knew the stakes were high, but they were ready for the challenge. They clasped hands with Nsame, then headed out to assemble their troops. Georg was given Don Pollo, Bombsame and Fonkemannen Fonk as advisors. Boarri on the other brought Prince Darius II, Gekkosame, Faniel Feraki and Dragekrigeren. With their respective forces ready, Boarri and Georg gave eachother one last look before marching out into the great flames that awaits them.

### From the cold west to the dry dry east

Georg Floyd and his army embarked on a perilous journey through the cold and harsh mountains to reclaim Western Cameroon from the satanic armies that had taken over. The journey was treacherous, with heavy snowfall, strong winds, and icy terrain. Many soldiers succumbed to frostbite, and others were lost to hypothermia.

Georg himself had to lead the way, using his vast experience in mountaineering to navigate the treacherous landscape. The army had to cross steep cliffs and narrow passes, with the risk of falling to their death or being ambushed by enemy forces. Despite the dangers, Georg and his army were determined to press on. They had a singular goal in mind: to reclaim Western Cameroon from the satanic armies that had taken over. They marched through the snow and ice, with each step bringing them closer to their objective.

After several weeks of grueling travel, the army finally reached their destination. They were exhausted and battered, but their spirits were high. Georg and his army launched a surprise attack on the satanic armies, catching them off guard as they swept down from the hills. Georg with the help of his advisors had built a stationery missile launcher system into the cliffside above the enemy encampment. And in the cover of a storm they unleashed every bit of rage upon their unsuspecting foe. In the midst of the ensuing chaos Georg, Don Pollo and Bombsame charged at their foe and slew them without prejudice. As the storm cleared Georg saw one of the seven princes of Hell broken before him. Asmodeus... taking deep breaths as Georg kicked him to the floor and kneeled on his chest... "Tell your pitiful master... we are coming for him". Georg released him and Asmodeus revealed his wings, flying back to his master in Hell.

Georg's victory was hard-fought and costly, but it was a turning point in the war. His bravery and determination inspired his troops to fight harder, and his strategic brilliance paved the way for further victories. Despite the odds, Georg and his army had triumphed over the harsh terrain and the satanic armies. With western Cameroon cleared of Hell's influence, Georg could finally look inward, to the heart of Cameroon and the final battle to come.

Far to the east Boarri and his army marched with fury and vengeance they're hands longing only for blood and pure unadulterated violence. With his grandson Prince Darius II, Gekkosame, Fukaniel Bekaki and Dragekrigeren at his disposal, Boarri for the first time in a very long time, felt truly unstoppable.

As the evening fell on the year 2154 Boarri had crossed into the hot dry sands of eastern Cameroon. Fukaniel Bekaki quickly advised Boarri of caution, knowing the devestation these wretched creatures had brought down upon his home of Frydistan. But Boarri's confidence soon turned into a belief of invincibility and he would heed no mind to Fukaniel's warnings. Continuing the march through the desert, stopping not to rest nor plan ahead, Boarri's mind set only on his insatiable bloodlust. And as nightfall came once more it would not be without consequence.

A fire, a red fire so ferocious the only thing brighter would be the sun god himself. Boarri's godly blood the only thing stopping his eyes from schorching at the sight of rays of heat and fire. As Boarri surveyed the devastating aftermath of the fiery onslaught, the realization of the dire situation sank in. His once-proud army lay broken and battered, their cries of agony echoing through the scorched desert night. The acrid scent of burnt flesh hung heavy in the air, and the ground was littered with the fallen.

Desperation filled Boarri's heart as he frantically searched for any sign of his grandson, Darius II, and Fukaniel Bekaki. The darkness seemed to conceal their fate, leaving him to wonder whether they had survived the hellish onslaught or met a grim end.

Suddenly, the demon of envy, the Leviathan, a grotesque creature with twisted features and eyes filled with malice, emerged from the shadows. It slithered toward Boarri, its serpentine body moving with unnatural grace. Boarri, though shaken, refused to show fear. He tightened his grip on his weapon, ready to defend himself.

"You are a fool, Boarri," the demon hissed with a sinister grin, its voice dripping with venom. "Your arrogance led you here, and now your army lies in ruins. Your grandson is nothing but a morsel for the flames."

Boarri's blood boiled with rage at the creature's taunts, but he knew engaging it in combat would be futile. Instead, he chose to retreat, his heart heavy with grief and anger. The serpent of Hell slithered away into the darkness, satisfied with the chaos it had sown and the souls it had claimed.

As Boarri sounded the retreat, his surviving soldiers staggered to their feet, their bodies scarred by burns and their spirits shattered. The once-mighty force moved as a broken and disorganized unit, their hopes of vengeance now replaced with the bitter taste of defeat. With each step away from the accursed desert, Boarri's thoughts raced. He couldn't abandon the search for Darius II and Bekaki, but he also couldn't risk the lives of his remaining troops any further.

As the night deepened, he vowed to return to the eastern sands and confront the demons that had wrought this destruction. Gekkosame placed his long thin hand on Boarri's broad shoulder, but nothing would comfort him expect the Leviathan's head on a spike and the safe return of his grandson. The legacy of that fateful night would haunt Boarri and his surviving soldiers for the rest of their days, as they plotted their revenge and sought to rescue their comrades from the clutches of the fiery torment that awaited them.