The Meeting of Zama (432 hits)
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Submitted by HighVoltage900 (View user info) at 2006-11-07 10:42:51 EST
202 BC, outside the Carthaginian city of Zama. On this location Cornelius Scipio Africanus (General for Rome) and Hannibal Barca (General for Carthage) met and had a conversation before the history changing battle that took place the next day. No record of what they said exists. Historians can only imagine at this meeting of military men.
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Publius Cornelius Scipio adjusted his leather cuirass and battle skirt in the quiet atmosphere of his tent. Outside the canvas walls the Roman army was encamped for the night before the battle that was to occur tomorrow.
Scipio looked down at the table before him, at the generals helmet and sword that were displayed on it's face. The helmet bore the eagle of Rome, the standard of the Roman army behind which all soldiers could rally. The sword was one his father had given him at the age of 17 when he went to the Campus Martus to sign onto a legion. Things had been different back then. Back before he had shown up, back before the monster in the night had shown up, the one who for 13 years had run around Rome's gates and threatened it's lively hood.
And that gamble, the gamble that Scipio had made worked. The Carthaginian general Hannibal who had plagued the Italian countryside for so long could not ignore the Roman army that Scipio launched towards Carthage. Hannibal had retreated from Italia and followed Scipio back to African soil to fight a grand battle to decide the outcome of the Second Punic war.
In Italia, Hannibal had been unbeatable. Army after army that was sent to defeat him met overwhelming loss. Hannibal was a genius of war, a man who hated all things Roman and could not be felled while on the offensive. So Scipio put him on the defensive. Tomorrow Scipio's army of 40,000 would engage the massive force of Hannibal's 65,000. But this was a war among equals, among men who understood one another. Among two who had danced a deadly dance for so long they hardly knew anything else.
Scipio left his tent and motioned silently to the scribe that had been standing near the mouth of his tent to follow him. Scipio mounted his war horse, and the scribe mounted his lesser gelding and the two rode off towards the spot between the two camping armies where a large tent had been erected. Standing outside were two Roman horse troopers, and two Carthaginian cavalrymen. The Carthaginians meant that Hannibal was already inside for this parley amongst generals.
Scipio dismounted and nodded to his two bodyguards before walking up to the tent. With his scribe in tow, there to take verbetim notes of the conversation that followed, Scipio entered the tent.
Hannibal stood in full military dress before Scipio. This man who had slaughtered Roman's was now just a man, as opposed to the creature in the night that rumor had built him into. A muscled man who had marched all around the edge of the sea and the Italian countryside, he was a master tactician and organizer of troops. This man who nodded silently to Scipio as he entered, a respectful nod which was returned.
The scribe took out a wax tablet and a stylus which was to mark out the conversation for later engraving. He was twitching with excitement as Hannibal opened his mouth.
"What da fuck iz ya jivin' about?" Hannibal asked.
"Fuck ya beeotch don' jive ta me like dat." Scipio said regally.
"Skank, I punished mo' Roman ass than Ron Jeremy I can jive ta ya however I wants ya dum nigga. An don't make me pull mah gat!"
"Oh nahh ya ain't jivin' ta uh nigga right now. You jivin' ta uh brotha who iz about ta smoke yo ass. But right 'bfoe I do I will BECOME uh nigga do ya wants dat?" Scipio asked respectfully as he paced around the tent.
"You might th'o't ya all dat cause ya come from da city, but it'sda real life out here son! What punk ass beeotch like yourself can stand up ta muh ma fuckin size 13 sandals huh? Huh? Slap mah fro!" Hannibal said scratching an old war wound as memory flooded back.
"See 'bfoe ya wuz jivin' ta uh brudda. Now you jivin' ta uh nigga who iz about ta fuck up yo' sheeit. Do ya wants dat? Do ya wants me ta whip yo' ass up an' down dis here coast in front o' yo' nigs? So dey can see what uh poser ya iz?" Scipio asked indignantly to this man who brought such a flood of emotions to him. To finally meet Hannibal face to face was a grand prospect to any Roman.
"I'm not trippin' about ya an' you nigs back dere. Their just uh bunch o' bitches who iz gonna be shown who iz daddy here. ME! THIS IS MY HOUSE!" Hannibal yelled out.
"You're crib iz about ta be muh ma fuckin crib homes! What iz ya gonna do when I fuck ya up in front o' yo' mom an' all yo' dogs?"
Hannibal took a step back apalled at the implication that he was going to be defeated, and in his own crib!
"You're gonna fuq me up? You're gonna fuq me up? That'sfunny foo'! That iz fucking funny! Because you not da first Roman ta tell me dat! I gots ganked mo' o' yo' countrymen than times I've visited yo' mom at her crib while you daddy iz away! How iz muh ma fuckin beeotch doin' anyhow? And shit."
Scipio's face flushed with anger.
"Don't be jivin' about muh ma fuckin mom like dat or I'll text yo' sister an' gots her here dancin' like uh beeotch in nahh tyme."
"My sister's chastity iz not in queshun here! But yo' beeotch o' uh mudda can't he`p but wack all 8 inches o' Carthaginian jimmy I got here." Hannibal said gesturing angrily with his hands to show that he did indeed mean his shit was real.
Scipio stopped pacing around the tent and looked up at this man Hannibal. Though tomorrow they might kill one another, at this moment in time they were not enemies. They were two men who fate and pushed against one another.
"Look let' snot fight, tonight iz uh night o' peace an' respect. Don't make me shank ya!" Scipio said extending a hand towards Hannibal. Hannibal eyed the outsretched hand warily for a moment before taking it.
"You're right. We're two niggers o' uh kind. We gots ta stick together fo' as long as possible. What 'chew thinking man?" Hannibal asked.
Scipio paused and looked out the tent flap for a moment. The stars overhead twinkled down on them and made him wonder if all this was not just some design of the gods. That these two juggernauts of mankind should meet this way.
"I wuz just thinking, ya should just jet now an' not lose yo' men. Carthage needs her citizens ta survive. You know I'll defeat ya tomorrow." He said after a moment's pause.
"I can't jet down without uh fight, not cuz o' muh ma fuckin men but cuz o' muh ma fuckin honor. I will meet ya on da field o' battle an' dere will decide our fates. Ya'll is mad stupid." Hannibal said sadly.
"Mad stupid indeed." Scipio whispered under his breath. He turned to his opponent, this enemy general and nodded respectfully again. "Tomorrow I'm going ta come in an' stomp all over yo' sheeit. I mean nahh offense, an' I will take nahh pleasure from it. But don' hold back, cuz I won't."
"Holla." Hannibal said before the two men left the tent, mounted their horses and rode back to their army encampments.
The scribe who had followed Scipio stood there stunned, absolutely stunned at the exchange which had just taken place.
"Fuck historians, I'm not going to be blamed for recording THAT conversation." The scribe muttered to himself as he broke the wax tablet in half, dropped it to the ground, and went off in search of a fine bitch.
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-12-17 19:13:42 EST (#)
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HOORAY
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-12-10 08:39:25 EST (#)
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Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2006-11-07 15:36:57 EST (#)
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Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-11-07 12:33:01 EST (#)
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I love history. I used to recreate Zama in Empire Earth.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-11-07 11:55:51 EST (#)
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As soon as I read the first line I heard the line from Gladiator: "SCIPIOOO AFRICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANUS!"
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2006-11-07 11:45:53 EST (#)
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Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2006-11-07 11:42:27 (#)
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Submitted by bananas (user info) at 2006-11-07 11:38:49 (#)
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You made my history book cry.
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Your history book was written by racists.
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And jews.
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2006-11-07 11:42:27 EST (#)
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Submitted by bananas (user info) at 2006-11-07 11:38:49 (#)
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You made my history book cry.
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Your history book was written by racists.
Submitted by bananas (user info) at 2006-11-07 11:38:49 EST (#)
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You made my history book cry.
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-11-07 11:33:48 EST (#)
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very funny.
Submitted by foster (user info) at 2006-11-07 11:26:56 EST (#)
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WTF I'm not reading all that!
+2 pic
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2006-11-07 10:54:58 EST (#)
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Submitted by professorfuckface (user info) at 2006-11-07 10:45:51 (#)
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don't you wanna know how we keep starting fires?
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Whose a jigga what?
Submitted by professorfuckface (user info) at 2006-11-07 10:45:51 EST (#)
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don't you wanna know how we keep starting fires?