17 March 1871
France
The night is filled with lights and brim,as the empty nights lays empty-accompanied with the instability brewing on the nation.But it doesn't stop five friends to have a good drink,on a bar.The five friends,Auguste,Pierre,Georges,Jules and Charles,are workers on a Train Station.Jules,is technically their superior,as he's the Station Manager-and everyone else-are his underlings.
Entering the bar,they ate few chips,before eventually getting down with the beers.Jules,who's arleady stopped drinking beers chose to drink water instead.
"C'mon,Jules,drink!"
Auguste yelled,arleady half-drunk.
His friends continues to push him,seconds after times,minutes after minutes,but Jules,is a tough nut to be cracked.
"C'mon,Jules! Are you a woman,Jules?!"
Charles yelled.
Fine.
Jules breaks down,and drank a glass.
Two glass.
Three Glass.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Even now,his friends are shocked,and looked at him in awe,as Jules's alcoholic side returns and gulps down the drinks.
Feeling incredibly woozy,Jules decides to return home,and he leaves his drunken friends on the bar.
Jules stumbles-alleys upon alleys,wall after walls,as-he pukes-and pukes again,fell down-and rose up again,he kept on walking.In the dark of the night,one does not simply walks around on alleys,especially when in a intoxicated state.Many murders,robberies happened to unlucky intoxicated men who's now in a state resembling Jules.
But everything comes to a full-circle.Unknown to Jules,four men,muggers that-have claimed six lives-who targeted drunken men and-(not drunken)women,have put their eyes on Jules-as they brandishes their blades.
Closer.
They crept closer behind Jules......
Stab
Stab
Stab
Stab
Artery,carotid,stomach,stomach.Jules Verroux met the end of his life on the edge of four blades,leaving his legacy-still fairly unknown.
Afternoon,March 18 1871
On a-train station,France.
Patrice MacMahon,a war hero who served France on the previous war,is released from custody-and returns to his home.But his rest ends short,as the Communards revolts virtually brought him back to the army,and forced him to depart to a Train Station,where he will head to Paris.
MacMahon arrives on the train station,which is arleady crawling with National Guards.MacMahon hoped that no one will recognize him,or a sympathetic station manager will be his saviour.
Today is your unlucky day,MacMahon.
A National Guard identified him,and arrested the man.
Thus,a beer effectively changed the face of the world.
TheTimeRanger's
For want of the beer
