text: You stand in front of the Staine siblings, as they finally agree to support your early skirmishes and campaigns against the New Marsbourth houses. Your other lieutenants are alongside you, planning your actions. A quick blitz of raids and bombings could cripple the Samson House's offensive capabilities. Then, a small invasion to secure the lowlands from Jericho House, a game of trench warfare to fight Lars House to a standstill to prevent their predicted invasion, with a final capture of Hive Jun from the Lawrence Family should put you in powerful standings.
  
  
  "The Black Rats are resilient creatures, as are the Goliaths. We shall take on Lars House when they strike," Durge says.
  
  
  "I'll lead a few saboteurs alongside Castus to hit Samson House," Olive says.
  
  
  "We'll be able to capture the lowlands. The Tribals have fought in plains all our lives, we'll crush every last fucker there," Fay says.
  
  
  You watch as your lieutenants plan the various attacks. This is what you were made for.
  > Three Years Later...
  The Forever War of the Houses
  
  
  You stand on the battlefield, tearing a Dark Eldar Talos, as it explodes in front of you. The Dark Eldar begin to fall back, clearly realizing that this mercenary gig wasn't worth it. You laugh, sending up a wall of flames to terrify them and send the brave holdouts scuttling back to regroup, which turns to a full-blown retreat once they see a wave of Goliaths charging.
  
  
  Your arrival on the scene has been a huge changer to New Marsbourth. After your early crushing victories that broke the strength of many of the major houses, the Concord of the Vipers took place, where the noble houses made an alliance to destroy you. This, combined with the fact that the Staine siblings have left to rebuild and continue on with their escapades, has left you with serious losses, but you get back to your former position through grit and brutal fighting. Mercenaries flock to both sides, while minor houses change sides regularly. 
  
  
  You soon find yourself perfectly matched. Your defenses are strong enough that any invasions are damaged enough that the Los ground can be easily regained by a counter-attack. Soon, a hemisphere of New Marsbourth lies in each of your hands, with the area around the equator being a permanent war zone, with land switching hands rapidly. 
  
  
  You find a wife soon in one of the gladiators, a beautiful girl with fiery red hair and a gorgeous face. The big pair of tits don't hurt either. You have a wedding, small, humble little event. Soon, a child is conceived, a beautiful daughter with her mother's body and her father's powerful mind. Hopefully, she won't have her mother's tits, because you'll skin any suitor that makes a pass at your little angel. You know she will do great things some day.
  
  
  In all honesty, you don't mind the situation you're in, of permanent, unceasing warfare. You're kept trained in war, and the war is fought at such a race that your hemisphere permanently gets to have the economical boost that comes from a war economy, until you in fact rely on it. The Goliaths, the Tribals, the Gladiators, you're all trained for or even designed for war. The fighting keeps you busy and keeps your forces from falling into awful habits like drinking, drugs, whoring, gambling and much worse distractions from boredom, although you feel like it's a waste of your potential, all of yours. Still, it's a life. What more could you want?