I imagine myself in Aquitaine, leading my division. Our mission is to stop fr*Nch frogs from advancing...

I imagine myself in Aquitaine, leading my division. Our mission is to stop fr*Nch frogs from advancing. We mow down fr*Nch frogs but they keep coming. I shoot fr*Nch frogs but I run out of arrows so I draw my dirk and begin slaughtering fr*Nch, since fr*Nch are way more psychially inferior to me, I slay them by dozens. Then I get shot, but I didn’t fall, I kept fighting. Then shot again and again. fr*Nch arbelists were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see EDWARD of WOODSTOCK (The BLACK PRINCE) smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in Somerset, my homeland. My ÆNGLISC brethen gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven...

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Bring it on, fagget

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based

more like you were told by your french king to fight and die for him on far away fields.

Based

t. bour*rguignon

I'm not, just thought his post was funny

Based

it's a copy pasta, he did jack shit

It's his copypasta though

>house: plantagenet

how strong was the Black Prince?

He could steal a dozen bikes at once

Nice

that's black people

That's racist

And who rules the black people?

ssssSSSHHHH

...what am l supposed to answer

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Listen to your heart :’)

W-Wildes Denken?

lol, good one. Made me spill my drink