April 19, 1775- October 28, 1776
April 19, 1775
I am George Worthington. I have been sent here by the king himself to attack the colonists, ahem, show them what they're doing wrong. EVERYTHING. I have decided to keep a written record of all our British doings, so later I can laugh about how stupid the colonists are, over a cup of tea.
I have just arrived here at our camp, and soon we will set out to carry out General Gage's plan. Quite brilliant it is. We will be headed out to Lexington to capture the colonial leaders Samuel Adams and John Hancock, then soon after we will go to Concord to seize some gunpowder. I am thrilled to finally be taking action against these colonial fools.
Later
We arrived at Lexington, only to find that some of those pesky peasants have discovered our plans and sent minutemen to Lexington to meet us. I'd say that there are about 70. When the two groups met, we were at a standstill. Why wasn't anyone firing? We're here to make war, not peace! These colonists think that this can be negotiated?!?!? So I fired. That sure set off a chain reaction of fear and panic through the hearts of the colonists. I loved it. After killing 7 of those peasants, we are now off to Concord.
AGAD. We have been met by colonial militias. But wait, they are shooting?! The nerve- no, the audacity shown by these pests!! I'll kill them all! Make them kiss goodbye to their- alas. I have been shot.
May 10, 1775
Not much has happened since the battle. The wound has healed nicely, but my heart has not. To that colonial scum, all I have to say is that they will not be hearing the last from me. I could go on about this all day, but I have just received some news. Oh dear.
THOSE PEASANT HAVE SEIZED FORT TICONDEROGA. I am done with dealing with such low blows. Apparently, a group called the "Green Mountain Boys" have captured it, along with an Ethan Allen figure. I need rest now, but I do wish them the worst of nightmares.
June 16, 1775
Woke up to a fright this morning: the Americans had cannons pointed right at us! Major General William Howe decided that instead of attacking the Americans with his ships, he would have us (his troops), march uphill to the Americans. I don't know what was going on through his head, but whatever it was, it clearly did not work. The Americans smashed with us head-on. Many British troops were killed or wounded, but thankfully I was not one of them. Just to be clear, I did not retreat early because I was scared, but because I, the glorious George Worthington, am too precious to be put through that kind of danger. I hid (for safety) instead of participating in the second wave Howe sent, but did go in the third one. I figured that since the Americans were running out of ammunition, they would surrender easier and let us win. I was not correct. Hand-to-hand combat followed. In the end, we took the hill, and about half of our men died... worth it!
January 15, 1776
I have not participated in much since June 16. Today, a pamphlet was published with the title Common Sense, by Thomas Paine. It seems rather ironic that a colonists would publish something with such a name, seeing as the colonists clearly have none of it. It is against the British, and all for independence. Are the colonists really going to fall for that trash?
March 17, 1776
We have just had to evacuate Boston. Our navy has had to move to Halifax, Canada. Stubbed my toe. Complained that I needed pain meds. More updates later.
June 8, 1776
News has spread quickly about a failed American attempt to take over Three Rivers, Quebec. Hah, guess they're not as good as they make themselves out to be. I'll be sure to tell them that in my next battle... though no time is scheduled for sure yet. War is unpredictable like that. Update: toe still hurts.
June 28, 1776
HOW DID WE FAIL?!?! In Sullivan's Island, South Carolina, we had a failed naval attack. Why do I have to be the only one to get stuff done around here?! Status update: Annoyed and bored.
September 15, 1776
Good news all around! On August 27, we defeated the Americans at the Battle of Long Island! William Howe launched an attack (which I was in) and we forced the Americans to retreat, and we pursued. They escaped at night, but not before we made them run for their lives! News came in that they had left New York, and that news was correct, because we now have occupied all of New York! Take that George Washington! Your troops fight like my grandmother!
The reason why this entry is so late, is because the British have just taken control over all of New York! I figured that telling the backstory, and then the happy conclusion would be better than leaving the story off on a cliffhanger. More entries to come!
October 28, 1776
My world is just going up and up. Today, we tried to land east of the Bronx River in hopes to outflank George Washington's army. However, we were driven back onto out boats, and forced to land farther up the river, by some place called Pell's Point. We landed and set out after Washington's army up the river. Washington sent out a regiment under some loser called Colonel Joseph Spencer, to slow us down. Ha! Like that could stop the indestructible British army! However, uh, they did force us to retreat... we were met with gunfire from more American troops, who were by Chatterton Hill. We tried to take the hill, but the gunfire was too much. We had to retreat, again, to a nearby hill, which was on the same side of the river. We had to come up with a new strategy, but ended up just firing heavily at Chatterton Hill. This made the Americans panic, and then they tried to form some sort of line, as if that was going to work. General Howe, who had been leading us this whole time, commanded most of the soldiers to stay on the top of the hill, while a small group would to and take Chatterton Hill. I was in that group, which was an honor to be chosen by the general personally. We broke into two groups, on to attack the American's right, the other to attack their center. I was in the right-side group. They scattered us, but we did take out most of the American defense from their flank, and they were wide open to attack in the back. They were firing, but it was too late for the peasants, and they started to retreat down the back of the hill, while we went up the front. Washington ordered a formal retreat, and left General Howe with White Plains. I don't see why the colonists aren't giving up. They've clearly lost.
I am George Worthington. I have been sent here by the king himself to attack the colonists, ahem, show them what they're doing wrong. EVERYTHING. I have decided to keep a written record of all our British doings, so later I can laugh about how stupid the colonists are, over a cup of tea.
I have just arrived here at our camp, and soon we will set out to carry out General Gage's plan. Quite brilliant it is. We will be headed out to Lexington to capture the colonial leaders Samuel Adams and John Hancock, then soon after we will go to Concord to seize some gunpowder. I am thrilled to finally be taking action against these colonial fools.
Later
We arrived at Lexington, only to find that some of those pesky peasants have discovered our plans and sent minutemen to Lexington to meet us. I'd say that there are about 70. When the two groups met, we were at a standstill. Why wasn't anyone firing? We're here to make war, not peace! These colonists think that this can be negotiated?!?!? So I fired. That sure set off a chain reaction of fear and panic through the hearts of the colonists. I loved it. After killing 7 of those peasants, we are now off to Concord.
AGAD. We have been met by colonial militias. But wait, they are shooting?! The nerve- no, the audacity shown by these pests!! I'll kill them all! Make them kiss goodbye to their- alas. I have been shot.
May 10, 1775
Not much has happened since the battle. The wound has healed nicely, but my heart has not. To that colonial scum, all I have to say is that they will not be hearing the last from me. I could go on about this all day, but I have just received some news. Oh dear.
THOSE PEASANT HAVE SEIZED FORT TICONDEROGA. I am done with dealing with such low blows. Apparently, a group called the "Green Mountain Boys" have captured it, along with an Ethan Allen figure. I need rest now, but I do wish them the worst of nightmares.
June 16, 1775
Woke up to a fright this morning: the Americans had cannons pointed right at us! Major General William Howe decided that instead of attacking the Americans with his ships, he would have us (his troops), march uphill to the Americans. I don't know what was going on through his head, but whatever it was, it clearly did not work. The Americans smashed with us head-on. Many British troops were killed or wounded, but thankfully I was not one of them. Just to be clear, I did not retreat early because I was scared, but because I, the glorious George Worthington, am too precious to be put through that kind of danger. I hid (for safety) instead of participating in the second wave Howe sent, but did go in the third one. I figured that since the Americans were running out of ammunition, they would surrender easier and let us win. I was not correct. Hand-to-hand combat followed. In the end, we took the hill, and about half of our men died... worth it!
January 15, 1776
I have not participated in much since June 16. Today, a pamphlet was published with the title Common Sense, by Thomas Paine. It seems rather ironic that a colonists would publish something with such a name, seeing as the colonists clearly have none of it. It is against the British, and all for independence. Are the colonists really going to fall for that trash?
March 17, 1776
We have just had to evacuate Boston. Our navy has had to move to Halifax, Canada. Stubbed my toe. Complained that I needed pain meds. More updates later.
June 8, 1776
News has spread quickly about a failed American attempt to take over Three Rivers, Quebec. Hah, guess they're not as good as they make themselves out to be. I'll be sure to tell them that in my next battle... though no time is scheduled for sure yet. War is unpredictable like that. Update: toe still hurts.
June 28, 1776
HOW DID WE FAIL?!?! In Sullivan's Island, South Carolina, we had a failed naval attack. Why do I have to be the only one to get stuff done around here?! Status update: Annoyed and bored.
September 15, 1776
Good news all around! On August 27, we defeated the Americans at the Battle of Long Island! William Howe launched an attack (which I was in) and we forced the Americans to retreat, and we pursued. They escaped at night, but not before we made them run for their lives! News came in that they had left New York, and that news was correct, because we now have occupied all of New York! Take that George Washington! Your troops fight like my grandmother!
The reason why this entry is so late, is because the British have just taken control over all of New York! I figured that telling the backstory, and then the happy conclusion would be better than leaving the story off on a cliffhanger. More entries to come!
October 28, 1776
My world is just going up and up. Today, we tried to land east of the Bronx River in hopes to outflank George Washington's army. However, we were driven back onto out boats, and forced to land farther up the river, by some place called Pell's Point. We landed and set out after Washington's army up the river. Washington sent out a regiment under some loser called Colonel Joseph Spencer, to slow us down. Ha! Like that could stop the indestructible British army! However, uh, they did force us to retreat... we were met with gunfire from more American troops, who were by Chatterton Hill. We tried to take the hill, but the gunfire was too much. We had to retreat, again, to a nearby hill, which was on the same side of the river. We had to come up with a new strategy, but ended up just firing heavily at Chatterton Hill. This made the Americans panic, and then they tried to form some sort of line, as if that was going to work. General Howe, who had been leading us this whole time, commanded most of the soldiers to stay on the top of the hill, while a small group would to and take Chatterton Hill. I was in that group, which was an honor to be chosen by the general personally. We broke into two groups, on to attack the American's right, the other to attack their center. I was in the right-side group. They scattered us, but we did take out most of the American defense from their flank, and they were wide open to attack in the back. They were firing, but it was too late for the peasants, and they started to retreat down the back of the hill, while we went up the front. Washington ordered a formal retreat, and left General Howe with White Plains. I don't see why the colonists aren't giving up. They've clearly lost.