Apparently , anyone can be a country music star . <| sep |> the population has grown tremendously yet the infrastructure has not changed at all . <| sep |> Patriot is better <| sep |> The cruelest thing I may have done is to cuck my own brother , imprison him for fighting for what he believes in , and eventually marrying his wife after I killed him . Some context I was playing as a King of Wessex . My regal Father had sired three sons , the handsome , charasmatic and just Willhelm who would inherit , the brave , strong Aethalbert third in line and smack in between them was a foul looking , horridly mustachioed man I named Dagbert . Suffice to say that most people were cruel to Dagbert and he quickly became the black sheep of the siblings . A common phrase uttered was , Fuck you , Dagbert . He was a lovely punching bag . Before my good Father died of heart attack during a carnal act with my Mother he had betrothed Dagbert to a beautiful young Princess of Bavaria . She was too good for him . What ' s more , she thought so too . So it was that once Willhelm ascended to the throne this Bavarian tart was cocking eye brows at me . I gave her a good roll in the hay and we became lovers . Dagbert would wiggle his mustache in a dark corner wondering where is wife went . After some years of oblivious cucking and generally being the butt of everyone ' s jokes and ridicule Dagbert pulled something halfway impressive out of his ass he forged a claim on some county in France and was intent to press it . He gathered a host of warriors all surely brought to him initially to see if the tales of his haplessness and offensive facial hair were accurate and staying , of course , for the gold and declared war against France . Well . good luck with that . I was content to let Dagbert go to war . After all he had never accomplished anything else in his life and perhaps this would kill him . If nothing else it got him out of the castle and , of course , gave me some alone time with my darling Bavarian trollop . Now , being the fool he was Dagbert failed to remember one crucial thing I was good friends and allies with France . So it was that about a month after Dagbert pressed his claim I was interrupted midcoitus with a letter France was asking for assistance in dealing with this mustachioed troublemaker traipsing about Normandy . Of course , I said yes . Within half a year Dagbert was in my dungeon , wallowing in filth . I feigned insult that he would dare meet his benevolent older brother in battle and tossed him in the oubliette . You know , for justice . He would die in there , I think . Sadly , I was given a hole in my heart when my Bavarian Princess returned to Bavaria following his death . Yes , we screwed around . Constantly . But over the years it developed into something more . I didn ' t realize I loved her truly until she was gone . Over the course of roughly 30 years King Willhelm would go through about 4 wives . None of them made him happy . Unitl one day following the death of his latest wife was King Willem , now in his 60 ' s , perusing the list of marriagable girls in the land when he came across a familiar name . It was his long lost Bavarian Princess ! Also in her 60 ' s , she was now far from the youngest and most busty lass in the lands , but that made no matter . We were still lovers . I wed her immediately . Those were the happiest two years of King Willems life . The day she died of complications from illness was the first wife he truly cried over . Of course , he cursed Dagbert ' s name .