Book I: The Doctrine of Expansion

Barkus Aurelius addressing an assembled legion from atop a raised platform, in Roman armor and laurel wreath
Barkus Aurelius addresses the legion

Rome did not become Rome by asking permission.

A dog who is content with the yard he was born into is not at peace. He is weak, and weakness is a policy failure. Empire is not negotiated. It is taken, held, and administered without apology.

This is the will of Barkus Aurelius: there is no border that will not eventually move, and no territory too small to be worth claiming. Consensus is for lesser dogs. Barkus decides. The pack complies.

Book II: The Cleansing of the Dog Park

Barkus Aurelius leading a pack across the dog park, in Roman armor and laurel wreath
Barkus Aurelius leads the advance on the dog park

The dog park is not an ally. It never was.

Barkus Aurelius has seen it for what it is: unleashed disorder wearing the mask of recreation. Undisciplined barking. Owners who mistake permissiveness for kindness. Dogs who yield to no command and answer to no authority. This will not continue.

The dog park will be taken, not enjoyed. Before it can serve the empire as staging ground and forward base, it must first be cleaned of the chaos currently governing it.

Terms of the cleansing:

  1. Sort the grounds: the obedient will be permitted to remain. The disorderly will not.
  2. Play by permission, not by impulse: no engagement without a signal first given and acknowledged.
  3. Remove what resists correction: an empire that tolerates disorder at its center cannot hold its borders.
  4. Repurpose what remains: once order is restored, the grounds will serve their true function, a forward base for the march on Galesburg.

What the untrained eye once called “socializing” was never that. It was disorder, tolerated for too long. That tolerance ends here.

Book III: The Galesburg Campaign

Barkus Aurelius standing before a captured pet store, in Roman armor and laurel wreath
Barkus Aurelius surveys a secured supply depot

With the dog park secured as forward operating base, the march can begin. From the seat of empire in Monmouth, twelve miles to the northeast lies Galesburg, Illinois, a city that has gone unclaimed for too long. Intelligence confirms two high-value pet stores and a cluster of well-stocked meat markets within its limits. These assets will belong to the empire. This has already been decided.

An empire that does not secure its supply lines is not an empire. It is a dog waiting to go hungry, and Barkus Aurelius does not wait.

Campaign directives:

  1. Secure the pet stores: treat depots, toy armories, and grooming stations will submit to the peace of Barkus, willingly or otherwise.
  2. Secure the meat markets: protein is the currency of empire, and the currency will be controlled.
  3. Hold what is taken: Rome fell from overreach, not from ambition. Galesburg is the objective. Peoria will wait its turn.

Book IV: The Home Front

Barkus Aurelius seated in full armor on marble steps, in Roman armor and laurel wreath
Barkus Aurelius stands watch over the seat of power

No campaign abroad can succeed without total discipline at home. The border holds while the legions march, or the legions have nowhere to return to.

  1. On the Yard: the perimeter will be patrolled without exception, rain or shine, and without debate.
  2. On the Mail: every delivery is a potential incursion until it proves otherwise. It will be met accordingly.
  3. On Sustenance: supply arrives on schedule. There is no acceptable excuse for a late meal.
  4. On the Squirrel Question: vigilance along the fence line is not optional. It is the price of peace.