In Rome, Emperor HOFF has entered his third year of power. His reign has brought peace and prosperity to the empire.

But, trouble may be brewing...

Whyyyyyyyyyy!

Emperor, it seems that

peace and prosperity

has brought us a

rather unexpected

problem...

its syphilis isn’t it! The

unbridled yet satisfying orgies

of peacetime have riddled the

empire with rampant rampant

syphilis ...

why have the

Gods cursed us

this way?

why?

Not syphilis.

Boredom.

The people have

grown bored.

NO.Well Marcus,

we must entertain

the people. We shall stage...

Perhaps a race

my Emperor?

a spectacle!

A spectacle with a

large amount of razzle,

and more importantly, an even

larger amount of

dazzle...

go!

Ok, spectacle ideas?

Bloodsports! Have the Gladiators fight

one another to the death like

it once was...

no Cassius ...

gross.Marcus?

... but a race by cart!

Brightly decorated ones designed

for lightening speed. We shall

call them ‘Chariots’

Marcus, you magnificent

bald bastard! we shall

have a race indeed...

And what prize shall

await the victor of this

Chariot Race?

Mint a new coin in my image,

a Hoff Coin. The first

coin struck shall belong

to the victor!