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Government is not reason; it is not eloquent; it is force. Like fire, it is a dangerous servant and a fearful master.
— George Washington

George Washington was born on February 22, 1732 in Colonial Virginia. Strong, brave, eager for combat, and a natural leader, he quickly became a senior officer during the early years of the French and Indian War. Years later, Washington's experience, military bearing, and leadership skills made him an obvious choice for Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army during the American Revolution.

Washington forced the British out of Boston in 1776, but was defeated and nearly captured later that year when the British captured New York City. Early on Christmas morning in 1776, Washington's forces crossed the Delaware River and won two key battles at Trenton and Princeton, retaking New Jersey and restoring momentum to the Patriot cause. Negotiating with Congress, governors, and French allies, he held together with a tenuous army and a fragile nation amid the threats of disintegration and invasion. Washington delivered the final blow in 1781 after a French naval victory allowed American and French forces to trap a British army at Yorktown, Virginia.

With the surrender of British Lieutenant General Lord Cornwallis, the British government was finally prompted to negotiate an end to the conflict. After American independence was secured by the Treaty of Paris in 1783, Washington resigned rather than seize power, and returned to his plantation at Mount Vernon, proving his opposition to dictatorship and his commitment to the emerging American political ideology of republicanism.

Washington presided over the Constitutional Convention that drafted the United States Constitution in 1787 and was unanimously elected the first President of the United States by the Electoral College in 1789. Aware that everything he did set a precedent for future Presidents to follow, Washington reluctantly accepted a salary (so that the office of President would not be limited only to the wealthy), chose the title "Mr. President" over more majestic names, and retired after his second term. In December 1799, Washington fell ill after spending several hours inspecting his farms on horseback in snow and freezing rain. He would die several days later on December 14, 1799.

Battle vs. Toussaint Louverture (by Elgb333)[]

New York Harbor, Late 18th Century

It was a cold, breezy afternoon as President George Washington sits on table overlooking the bay. Watching from the horizon as he sips his tea with his left hand while the other held his sword, Washington waits for someone to arrive. He had recently organized a face to face meeting with another ruler for matters political in nature, though Washington has his troops with him just in case. The chef brought him some cakes and muffins and they refill his pot with coffee as he sits and waits.

Finally, the cold winds disappeared from the bay, and a large frigate came out from the Southern border and turned right towards the harbor. As it docked, Washington saw large numbers of howling blacks running around and keeping the boat steady. Its ramp finally opens, and a black general with an entourage of soldiers went out. The black general, wearing a noble uniform with medals adorned, saw Washington and marched with his men towards his table. Washington stood up and welcomed him with open arms, though no physical contact was made between the two.

“Bonjour Monsieur Louveture! I am very relieved that you have arrive here safe and sound. Welcome to the United States of America,” Washington said.

“Thank you for the invitation… King Washington?” Louverture said as he finally sits down on the table and takes a plate of cake. “It’s a pleasure to be here for you have such a nice country. I hope that someday my beloved St. Domingue will also flourish like this soon as we get our freedom.”

“Please,” Washington said as he hands Louverture with a cup of coffee. “Call me President.”

“Ah yes. American Democracy. Pardon me for forgetting,” Louverture said. “But anyways. I got your invitation, and my reply to you? Is a powerful ‘yes’. It’ll be an honor for us to become allies as we fight for the same cause…”

Louverture takes a sip of the coffee and continued, “If you want us to help each other, then I can offer you our sugar, wood and other resources. I heard that the Brits and the other Europeans are bullying you in the seas so if you want I can also open my docks as a safe refuge for them. In turn I hope you can-“

“That’s where you are wrong here darkie…” Washington said as his voice changed from friendly to hostile. “That invitation I sent to you? That wasn’t a party invitation. That was an invitation for your surrender.”

Louverture leaned back in surprise, “What do you mean? What are you on to?

“You see here monsieur. I think you have gone far enough with your little slave uprising. Wanton killing of French men, women and children is bound to get us all anxious, and my people from the South are crying for justice. And the French? They’re the ones who are our allies - not you. So killing them and their children has got to stop.”

Washington then stood up, towering the hapless Louverture in his seat. “I sent you an invitation to ‘come in here and negotiate the destiny of our country and race’. I don’t know if you actually know how to understand what you read, darkie, but I never said anything about an alliance. I asked you here for judgement, for both my country and my race. If you would surrender now, I can assure you a fair trial fit for a former slave. If you don’t then I might have to use force.”

Louverture glared at him with angry eyes before speaking in a gentle voice the word, “Never”. He then flips the table as the American and the Haitain troops aimed their weapons.

US Continental Army: BlueBlueBlueBlueBlueBlueBlue

Haitian Slave Army: Light-blueLight-blueLight-blueLight-blueLight-blueLight-blueLight-blue

The American troops with their quick-firing brown bess fired the first volley, killing two Haitian outright and wounding several others.Light-blueLight-blue Some of the Haitian manage to fire some shots as they and Louverture retreat back to their boat; one of their bullets hitting an American in the throat and killing him. Blue

Both forces scrambled for cover before drawing their rifles. Washington ordered to hold their ground and try to fire as quickly as they can and overpower the Haitians. They fired their guns in quick succession at Louverture’s forces but missed most of their shots. Louverture, being the smarter of the two, divided his remaining forces: the first will try to pin down and snipe the Americans with their rifles, while the other move towards their flanks and crush them with their muskets. The Haitian rifles manage to hit some of the Americans from a farther distance with their rifles, drilling a bullet through one of them and killing him. Blue

As the Americans were still busy being pinned down by the Haitian rifles, the second group of Louverture’s forces flanked them and opened fire with their Charleville muskets, killing two outright in a barrage of bullets. BlueBlue

Seeing his soldiers being decimated by a bunch of slaves got Washington enraged. As the Haitians reloaded their rifles and muskets, Washington drew his sword and told his men to charge straight at the Haitians from their open flanks. Washington’s sword quickly beheaded one slave soldier, while the rest of them butchered the others like cattle with their rifle butts and bullets. Light-blueLight-blueLight-blue

Louverture then orders his other riflemen to open fire at the Americans, and Washington told his men the same., Several bullseyes hit the American forces: one soldier got hit in the gut while another took one at the chest, but Washington managed to slip away back into cover.BlueBlue The Haitian took some casualties too, the last of them got hit right in the head with a bullet from a Kentucky long rifle. Light-blue

Now, only the two generals remained. Washington with fury, charged at Louverture with his saber but Louverture managed to draw his own and blocked. Toussaint then kicks Washington in the gut before sending a slash of his own. Washington managed to block it but Toussaint followed up with a left hook that sent him reeling on his knees.

“Years of spoiling and fattening yourself has made you weak Washington,” Louverture said. “You should have sent one of your salves here… he would have been in better shape and would have put up a better fight.”

“Shut up,” Washington calmly said while wiping the blood of his mouth. He then makes another powerful sudden stab at Louverture, and while the Haitian manage to block it, it did send him backwards from the force. Seeing his opponent stunned and slipping backwards, Washington tried to run his sword straight to Louverture’s belly. But Louverture managed to spin out of the way, and Washington’s sword unfortunately stuck the ground and got stuck. It gave Louverture a split second to slash at Washington’s back, digging in just above the spine and skinning off a huge flap of his hide. Washington yelled in pain as blood comes spurting from his wounds and he tried to walk away painfully in retreat.

“You damn brute. You filthy dirty dishonorable savage… “Washington said.

Louverture however, ignored him, and limped his way towards his enemy. As Washington cursed and cursed while carrying himself away from Louverture, the Haitian managed to get close to him. Washington tried in vain to slash at him with his sword to put distance between him and Louverture, but the latter just parried his attack as if he just swatted a fly. “You fight for equality but chains people you believe are lesser than you? You talk about liberty and freedom and yet you are fine for others to be oppressed? What kind of freedom is that?! Freedom for other people to leisure as others suffer for them?! Freedom for you to sell fellow men and fellow brothers as you sell pigs and horses?!"

Washington tried to stab his adversary as sweat poured from his forehead and his teeth gritted in desperation, but Louverture redirected his strike to the side, before he closed in for the kill.

Washington fell after Louverture gave him one final swoop with his saber, slashing vertically at Washington’s abdomen. The President went down like a sack of potatoes, bleeding and lifeless on the brick road. Blue

“Long live libertie,” Louverture said before cleaning his sword with a handkerchief. The other Americans are probably running to his location right to save their President, so Louverture used his remaining strength to dash away towards his boat and away from this country.

Winner: Toussaint Louverture

Expert's Opinion[]

While Washington is better trained and more experienced in the traditional rules of war, most experts believed that Louveture’s better guerrilla tactics would have prevailed. That, and the weapons and tactics that Louverture is carrying, sealed his victory in this battle of freedom fighters. To see the original battle, weapons, and votes, click here.

Battle vs. Andrew Jackson (by Necron Jesus)[]

George Washington lifts himself off the ground in a confused and bewildered state as he begins to examine the new environment he and his men had been transferred to. He examined the decaying walls around himself as his men let out confused murmurs and annoyed grunts around him, their shadows bouncing off and around the walls as what little light illuminated them. After his troops had settled into this new environment after several minutes, the general proclaimed "I believe we have found ourselves in a strange and foreboding realm, gentlemen. But show no fear, we shall escape whatever clutches this place may hold on us." He said, staring around at the men who begrudgingly accepted what he had said, showing it with the simple nods of their heads "We must be ready, an Englishmen could easily be around the corner, gentlemen." He continued as his soldiers nodded along once more, their eyes piercing into the form of General Washington.

"Let us move." he said finally, his troops moving into formation as they soon walked along side the general of the Continental Army through the desolate and abandoned halls of wherever they had been taken to, their eyes scanning every wall and corner around them. The large massed formation and General Washington stopped as they gazed upon a large door having read "DO NOT ENTER. TROLLS INSIDE.", the men had looked with wonder at the door and its message while confusion also plastered their faces at the same time. Washington turned to his troops, to answer their unspoken queries "We shall not enter this marked door. While trolls are merely a tall tale, it would be simply blasphemous for a man to put something like this as a mere humorous act. It is far more likely that this a warning, thus we must keep moving." Washington had finished his minor speech, his troops begrudgingly accepting what he had said, causing the formation and it's leader to trek onward. 


"Those English bastards are somewhere here! We're going find them and send them packing! And if ANY of you attempt to leave my command I will have you shot!" Andrew Jackson shouted at the top of his lungs as he marched alongside his own men, staring at them ferociously as their feet impacted the ground with thundering claps eminating from the boots they wore. Of course, they were in uncharted territory and naturally the men and Jackson himself were on very high alert, fingers itching to raise their rifles and pull the trigger at any moment. The men anxiously stared as they moved cautiously throughout the building they inhabited. However they would end up coming to a stop upon a peculiar sight beside themselves. 

What looked to be a Hippopotamus lay on the floor, the life having been taken from it oddly enough. Jackson ordered his troops to halt as he motioned two other men to come with him as he made way towards the dead creature, crouching down and examining it as they made their way over to it. What seemed to be a hole lay in it's cranium, dried blood having leaked from it and onto the floor. Of course, Jackson and his troops had no idea what a Hippo actually was, considering they weren't scientists who actively looked into finding new animals and the fact that they Hippo hadn't been discovered yet. Either way, Jackson and his troops continued to examine the strange beast before them.

Jackson turned his head, eyeing a cracked portrait behind himself on the other wall. The portrait was of a man in a strange uniform wielding an object he could not recognize. Jackson stared at it for several moments before his trance was broken with the calling of "Sir?". Jackson stood from his spot, turning to his men "This was certainly a strange encounter, gentlemen. But fear not, this is merely a bid of trickery by the British! Do not falter in the wake of this strange scene." He said as he troops nodded at Jackson's attempt to bolster their morale. While they were certainly confused and a little frightened, the sight of Old Hickory claiming that there was nothing to fear had managed to knock away some of their previous thoughts. Thus, the march continued onwards through whatever awaited them.

Somewhere in the facility....

As the troops entered what appeared to be some sort of centre, another band of troops entered as well ahead of them some distance away. On instinct, Jackson ordered his troops to level their muskets, as the opposite troops quickly return the favor by doing the same once witnessing the action. "Identify yourselves!" Jackson shouted, staring ahead at the men who appeared to be in the uniforms worn by the Continental Army "I am General George Washington of the Continental Army! You shall return the favor by identifying yourselves!" Washington yelled over at Old Hickory, who was now baffled by what he had heard. "General Washington? He's been dead for 16 years!" Jackson retorted, staring at the men infront of him, his own getting eager to open fire. "That is untrue you liar! I am before you now, why would you believe that I was dead?" Washington spoke in a semi-repressed fury, gazing at the foes ahead of himself and his troops.

"You are not General Washington! I have had it with this British trickery!" Yelled Jackson as he had pulled his sword to the sky, raising it as his troops steadied their aim. Washington prepared to order his troops to fire at whatever troops they were facing. Both sides prepared for the incoming line of fire that was to occur.

George Washington: Bluex10

Andrew Jackson: Tealx10


With the roar emanating from both of their commanders, both sides opened fire. The room was filled with a thick white smoke for a moment, as three Continental Army-men and three U.S. soldiers fell to the ground, dead. Blue Blue Blue Teal Teal Teal. A ball soon flew past Jackson as he instinctively ducked his head down, the sharpshooter having missed with his rifle. Knowing this was quite dangerous for himself and he would sustain equal casualties if he kept the fight going in the area, Jackson swiftly ordered a tactical retreat. He and his troops darted through the door they had came through, rushing away from the centre. They had taken a sharp left, as Washington and his Continental Army were hot on their tail in full pursuit. Once they had finished dashing, Jackson's troops took a defensive position at the end of the hallway they inhabited. Jackson and his troops stared ahead, awaiting the crashing of boots from Washington's army. 

Sure enough, Washington's troops turned the corner, their rifles aiming ahead at the tightly packed and crouching American troops with a blast of musket fire, smoke fogged the vision of both sides of men as two of each side fell, the wall behind Jackson cracked from the impact of the balls Blue Blue Teal Teal.

Washington looked to his troops, then pulled his sword and yelled with a fury "CHARGE!". Washington jogged ahead as his troops yelled through the hall, their voices bouncing of the walls and into the ears of the U.S. Army troops ahead of them, with a war cry of their own, Jackson and his troops charged into the fray against the Continental Army soldiers, the hammering of feet echoing. Before they even knew it, the two sides had met each other personally, and troops built on instinct and adrenaline engaged in hand-to-hand combat, tackling and bodyslamming each other into the hard floor. 

An army soldier had scored a lucky hit, blindsiding the continental in front of him and proceeding to slam his head harshly into the wall beside them. The army soldier leveled his musket as the continental fell to the ground, firing into his skull Blue. On another front, a continental soldier wrapped his hands around the throat of one of Jackson's troops, squeezing with all his might. Eventually, his fellow American fell limp from the lack of oxygen as the battle raged around them Teal. Jackson found himself engaged with one of Washington's troops, the latter swinging the butt of his musket towards Jackson's skull. With grace, Jackson avoided the blow, swinging his sword across the side of the continental troop which caused him to yell in pain from the strike. Jackson then thrusted his sword forth, impaling the soldier through the skull Blue. Washington rushed forwards into an American army soldier, impaling him through the gut with his Bailey sword several times before finishing him with a quick slice to the throat Teal.

The last of the troops engaging in a fist fight struggled as Washington's sharpshooter attempted to get a bearing on a target. As he carefully took aim, his skull was punctured by a led ball, ending his life quickly and causing his limp body to hit the floor Blue. Returning to the fist fight, the patriot had managed to grab a hold of the throat of the army soldier. He backed towards the wall, proceeding to slam the skull of the fellow he was holding into the wall several times as the U.S. Army soldier yelled in pain. With a tightened grip and a twist, an audible snap fell from the U.S. soldier, his body collapsing in a heap Teal. However this small victory would be short lived as the patriot felt a sharp pain before his senses faded, a musket ball entering through his back. Jackson's sharpshooter walked over, examining the corpse of the man he had shot Blue.

As he turned to Old Hickory, a blade exited his throat as he was pulled aside and casually tossed onto the floor, his life ending within seconds Teal. Washington stood over the corpse, staring into the eyes of Jackson "You started all this needless bloodshed!" he yelled, marching towards his fellow general who had rage plastered all over his face "You've butchered all of my soldiers you savage!" he yelled as he stepped forwards towards Washington, both of their swords leveled.

The first President was also the first to strike, taking a gambled swing towards Jackson which was easily shunted aside by Jackson's greater bladework, Washington stepped forwards as he took a stab towards Jackson's abdomen, who again shunted the blade aside. The opening however gave Washington the ability to strike the distracted Jackson with his palm, sending him scattering backwards. Washington reached his long arm out, pulling the 7th President towards himself for a headbutt which one again sent him reeling once more. Washington stepped forwards in an attempt to impale Jackson through the chest, however this failed as Jackson parried the attack, unleashing his own flurry of jabs and slashes in his own crazed counterattack which Washington had much difficulty defending himself from. Jackson swung his leg out, kicking Washington backwards and causing him to stumble over the body of one of his troops which forced him to the ground. 

"You can't even wield that sword in a noble fashion and you wish to duel me with it? You truly are a savage!" Jackson taunted as Washington picked himself up from the ground while Jackson wiped the blood of his mouth "Shut up you bastard!" the Virginian yelled, swinging his sword in an attempt to amputate Jackson's head from his shoulders, which was met with a quick deflection from the experienced duelist. Washington swung violently once more but was met with another deflection, which only caused Washington to try again in vain, as Jackson parried the attack. Washington shunted the sword down towards Jackson's abdomen, the latter blocking the attack quickly as he opened himself up to a ram from Washington's larger body, sending him to the floor. As he quickly picked himself up, Washington swung towards his head again, Old Hickory ducking under the attack before lifting himself completely as he struck towards Washington's side, which was met with a quick block from the first President. Jackson however used this to slam his free hand into the side of Washington's head, disorientating him and using the opening to slice Washington across the abdomen. As the rebel leader yelled in pain, Jackson swung across his throat, causing a spurt of blood to fly across the room and leak onto Washington's uniform. As the first President fell limp, he looked to the ceiling wide-eyed, before closing them as he accepted his fate Blue.

"Barbarian!" Jackson taunted the corpse, breathing heavily as he ushered the words from his mouth. Jackson stared at the corpses that stained the floor, the sight making him feel more angered. As he stared, he heard the sound of footsteps, causing him to spin around on instinct in which he saw two men before himself. Just as Jackson began to charge the two men raised the weapons they carried and fired into him, two darts entering his body as he quickly fell to the floor, unconscious. The two men, one of them appearing to be wearing what looked like a combination of random airsoft gear and the other looking like a Modern Warfare character. The two raised palms to each other, proceeding to high-five due to their achievement. "What about the bodies?" The man clad in airsoft gear said, showing off his distinctive Bulgarian accent. "We'll do something about it later." the other replied in a heavy Dutch accent. The two walked over to Jackson, hauling him to his feet and clicking two cuffs onto his hands, proceeding to walk him out of the facility.

After exiting, the pair and the man they had captured proceeded towards a van that was painted red and black, with the words "DFederal" splayed across it. They placed Jackson in the back of the van while getting into the front seats, staring out onto the road ahead of them as they started the vehicle. "He's going to have a great time, isn't he?" The Bulgarian man said, looking over to his comrade in the driver seat. "Yes. Yes he will." The Dutchman replied, before they screeched off into the night in their van.

Winner: Andrew Jackson

Expert's Opinion[]

Washington certainly isn't a slouch, but he simply falls too short tactically and on terms of weapons. While his musket is even with Jackson's, the kentucky is completely outclassed by the Harpers Ferry and his Bailey is no match for the longer Model 1812. Washington was a fine general, but he also lost many of his battles and made many mistakes that would cost him and the troops under him, Jackson on the other hand never lost a single battle under his command and always took an advantage when he had the ability to grasp it. To put the nail in the coffin for Washington, his lackluster skills with the sword were simply nothing for Jackson. The blade fight between the two would be an absolute curbstomp in favor of Andrew Jackson due to his years of dueling experience and the fact that he actually knew how to use a sword correctly. The only areas where Washington can even remotely take a victory are in his musket and the fact that he at least had training, but he also lacks the experience and leadership skills of Jackson. Overall, while Washington will put up a bloody fight, he simply can't take the W from Andrew Jackson.

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Battle vs. Napoleon Bonaparte (by Omnicube1)[]

This warrior won a Battle of the Month Award

George Washington has just dismounted his horse and is rubbing his arms to keep warm. He walks slowly through a forest filled with trees showered in snow. Fog is blown from his mouth as he breaths. He collapses to his knees and places his hands in a praying position. "Lord, grant my men and I the strength to fight the British and bestow the freedom that you have guaranteed our great nation," pleas Washington. Suddenly there is a loud crack and a lead ball flies into the snow beside him. Washington turns around in shock and discovers Napoleon Bonaparte standing several yards behind him, holding a Flintlock Dagger. Napoleon smirks.

"Prayer is for the feeble, American." exclaims the French Emperor, and draws another Flintlock Dagger and fires. Washington craftily dodges the flying ball and draws his British Sea Service Flintlock Pistol and fires. The ball narrowly misses Napoleon who does not even flinch. Washington tries to quickly load his flintlock but the Emperor reaches him. He kicks away the pistol, grabs Washington, and pulls him up. He then punches him across the face, splitting the future president's right nostril. His nose begins to bleed. Napoleon then draws out the Flintlock Dagger again and slashes at Washington. He cuts across the chest and blood is spilled. The wound, however, is superficial. He retreats back over the hills. Napoleon, being a slow runner, follows the blood stains across the snow. He looks up at the hill when he discovers that the blood trail ends. He sees Washington armed with a Brown Bess. The mechanism flashes and the musket fires. The lead ball curves, missing the Frenchman. Washington grimaces in anguish.

"You poor American, muskets are useless!" shouts Napoleon who draws his Jean Lapage Carbine, unleashing a minié ball. It misses Washington, who pops back up and fires his musket. He finally makes his mark. The ball carves through the Emperor's left thigh, debilitating him.

"AHHH!" screams Napoleon. He draws his rapier.

"Come fight me you petty American!" urges Bonaparte.

"Gladly," replies Washington. He draws his cavalry sabre from the scabbard. He rushes down the hill and slashes. Napoleon parries the sabre easily. He stabs back several times, but Washington parries and dodges. Napoleon unleashes another stab with full force. The blade reflects off of Washington's sabre, leaving a deep cut through his right upper arm. He falls to his knees, his left arm grasping the wound. Napoleon steps behind Washington, picks up his dropped British flintlock, and pulls back the hammer.

"Prayer to your God that I grant you a quick, painless death." taunts the Emperor.

"Lord, grant me the power and swiftness to slay my enemy." prays Washington.

"He does not care," mocks Napoleon who prepares to fire the pistol. Suddenly, Washington spins around and stabs the Emperor with his bayonet. Napoleon chokes on his blood and collapses to the ground. He looks at the lifeless body.

"May God grant you the pleasure of eternal torment in Gehenna," exclaims Washington. He stumbles and gets back on to his horse.

"Break dawn with full speed, Nelson."


Expert's Opinion[]

While Napoleon had weapons twenty years newer in age, Washington had the motivation of freedom that had proven a militia of small numbers to defeat an army of large numbers. Having such an experience, George Washington had what it took to beat Napoleon.

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The battle was declared invalid because Napoleon Boneparte was given a flintlock dagger, a weapon that he or the man he comanded used.