A fairytale

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there existed a place called Babylon. Well, it hadn't been called Babylon in many, many years, but it was Babylon all the same. And it was falling.

Conquerers had come from afar to expand the global market under the guise of "freedom." Yeah, freedom for companies. The people of the conquering nation were clueless peasants who were given somewhat of a say in what their country did, although some of them weren't given a say, and others said things but those things were interpreted differently than what they had said, so a man much stupider than Napolean was crowned Emperor by the Supreme Court. The Emperor was on course to not be Emperor for long, but then a curious thing happened - men from another faraway land attacked the country. But instead of attacking the faraway country, the Emperor decided he would attack Babylon. The other faraway country had no markets and no oil.

Under the Emperors rule, hundreds of thousands of people died. This number included the genocide in a very dark poor country that was ignored by the Emperor, again because there were no markets to go after. So his claim of "spreading freedom and human rights" was an obvious lie.

One day, the god of war had enough, so he descended from Olympus intent on putting a stop to it. He did this by getting out a paintbrush and painting the conquering nation blue. There was hope across the world that things would change and OH MY GOD, HELP ME! THE TERRORISTS ARE EATING ME BECAUSE THE DEMOCRATS ARE IN POWER!1! I HAVE TO HIDE MY WALLET!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!1

The End.