Julius+Caesar

My parents had $$$, which gave many a lotta ops. I split my britches in the Senate and they banished me, but that was cool, I'm a military man anyway. One time, some pirates overtook a ship I was commanding. I told them that either I or they would die. They didn't kill me that day, but they would rue the day they let me go. I worked my way up the leadership ladder and became the general of the legions in Europe. I conquered those bunch of hillbilly Gauls and took care of my boys who did the dirty work. I gave 'em land, money, food, and whatever else they desired as long as they had my back. Pompey, always the hater, felt that I was getting too much love, so he had to go. My boys took care of him, then it was march on Rome time. When I got there, I kicked out all the corrupt punks and took my seat at the big boy chair. I threw some bones to the poor folks by giving them wine, grains, and games. Because of this, they loved me, but the blue-blood senators did not. Both my wife and some strange dude on the street warned me not to go to the forum on March 15th, but it wasn't until I saw Brutus knife in hand that I realized I should have listened. It's cool though, they can kill the man, but they can't kill the legend.