I actually wanted to go with the Legion the first time through. When I got the invitation to go see Caesar, I'll admit that I was intrigued. I came away intrigued with the possibilities, but also a little bit disappointed. I'd expected a larger, grander figure than Caesar turned out to be. I was expecting a soft-spoken meglomaniacal sociopath who could run an empire from one coast to the other (much like the Caesar of real life). When I got there, I found him to be a self-absorbed narcissistic asshole who sounded too much like a New York gangster.
And I loved it. Because this wasn't Caesar. This was some power-hungry warlord ho'd risen up by the rights of fire and blood, using his own brutal cunning.
Unfortunately, while I found that to be a brilliant piece of incidental storytelling, it put to any thoughts I'd had about siding with the bastards. I did House's job for him and when I came back to the tent I had Lucky hidden...somewhere, I'm not sure where you'd hide a .44 magnum. And so I did render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's.
OT: I chose House in the end.
And I loved it. Because this wasn't Caesar. This was some power-hungry warlord ho'd risen up by the rights of fire and blood, using his own brutal cunning.
Unfortunately, while I found that to be a brilliant piece of incidental storytelling, it put to any thoughts I'd had about siding with the bastards. I did House's job for him and when I came back to the tent I had Lucky hidden...somewhere, I'm not sure where you'd hide a .44 magnum. And so I did render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's.
OT: I chose House in the end.