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You find yourself in the year 700 AD. You are a a roman philosopher appointed by the Caesar to be the master of languages of the entire world.

You had been appointed the ability to make and create words in all languages in the roman empire, if you thought of a word you liked and declared it be commonly used, it was so. If you declared a word never be spoken again, it was enforced.

One day while at your studies, a messenger dressed in white came to you room. He pulled a scroll out of his messenger bag and read it aloud so that you (and seemingly everyone else in the room) could hear:

"By order of the King, Master of Languages, Lord death-program is here by been summoned to the king's throne, you may arrive when you wish"

You were stunned by the words, you had only been in the kings presense but twice, the last time you were appointed master of languages. It felt odd. Later on, you ordered your chariotman to take you by the palace that you may meet the kings wishes.

You reached the large, hollow wooden doors, which the guards pushed open for you. The Caesar stood.

"Ahh, what a pleasure to meet with you again Lord Death-Program."

"Likewise, my king"

"I have but a small request for you, being the Master of all Languages, I have a request for a word that I would like you to create. You see, I had a vision in my dreams yesternight, that my army had finally conquered the barbarians of Scandinavia. We took the King of the Saxons and had him kneel before me surrounded by my soldiers. He said,

'Hah, what an excellent enigma I am in Caesar. It seems as though the Roman army is everywhere at once.'

and then I remarked

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I awoke thinking of the perfect word to describe the empire, the Roman empire founded by our forefathers. The Roman empire, everywhere at once. I bestow upon you the task of creating such a word Death-Program. but please take your time as it is not of great importance that you do so."

"Indeed Your Majesty, I accept your task" (as if there were a choice)

"Dismiss." and you was off.

You went back to my study, my students working dilligently at their tasks. You sat down to my desk and went to find several books on prefixes, suffixes and root words of the latin and greek languages. You looked thorugh the pages citing words you found to be useful onto s sheet of paper. After a days effort, you decided the word Omniferous was good, comprised of the word 'omni' meaning all, 'fer' meaning to carry, and the suffix '-ous' meaning 'of being'

You rolled up your sheet and sent for the throne. The King exclaimed "Oh, I did not expect you to be back so soon, let me see what you have... Omniferous?! How awful! You choose this word to describe the Roman Empire! How dare you! Do not return until you have created a word of majesty, and grace, but mixed with death and destruction. Out of my courts!" and so you left.

Back in your studies, you decided secondly on the word 'Magnoxygracious' made of the words magn meaning great, oxy meaning sharp, and grac meaning pleasing. There was no way the Caesar could be dissappointed with this word. You returned to his courts a week later.

"You had better have something good this time." stated the king.

"My king the word I have invented to describe the empire is Magnoxygracious, isn't it graceful, majestic, and deathly?"

"By the Gods, this word is absolutely atrocious!! How dare you, you scoundrel, how dare you curse the Roman empire with your words of malignance!! I should have you executed.. no.. I shall have your study burned to the ground because of your defiance to the king and the empire of Rome!"

The messenger darted off at once. You stared in disbelief at the Caesar.

"Dissmissed."

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