On losing Pannonia and and enduring capture at the hill of goats. Watching the disloyal peasants parade in their temporary freedom whilst our captors force their poisons down our throats. Who cries for the Holy Roman League? Surely not these hedonistic creatures. CONTROL flashes an image in the tree. CONTROL doesn’t care who controls. CONTROL is a primordial force that owes nothing to anyone. 1799., 2023