Cortes, My Ass

Thanks to you, I’m quite certain now that reincarnation does occur. You’re a revived Hernando Cortes. In the name of gold and glory, you conquer. The Aztecs, however, mean very little to you. They’ll serve as a cheaply-paid militia, who’ll escort you through Ciudad Juarez to your compound in Chihuahua. Let’s backtrack for a moment … Continue reading Cortes, My Ass