The gates battered down, a shrieking horde of monkeys poured into Mictlan's capital. In a frenzy they tore down the temples to Twelve Jaguar and erected monuments to whatever crazy monkey gods they worshiped. Finally, Lieutenant Bandar, along with his apes and silly Hindu guys, approached the palace, still and silent and reeking of sacrificial blood.
"Beware, friends. Twelve Jaguar is a powerful blood mage. Who knows what horrid abominations lurk in his inner sanctum?" The commander warned.
Inside, all was dark and quiet. Every footfall resounded throughout the massive complex, echoing for what seemed like miles. As the warriors crept deeper into the palace, their apprehension grew. What could Twelve Jaguar have in store for them? The lurid carvings covering the walls and ceiling took on a ghastly life of their own in the shadowy halls, the army frightened minds giving obscene movement to the cold stone.
Suddenly, a sound! Deep in the mazelike corridors, a faint, repetitive "wap wap wap wap wap wap wap" sound.
One of the Yaksha spoke, "Mumbling Markatas, Bandar! What could that be?" Lieutenant Bandar was just as bemused. They walked softer, hoping to surprise whatever was making the sound.
The sound grew louder as they neared the inner chambers. Soon it was deafening, "THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP."
Finally, they reached the center. The source of the sound was just around the corner. Lieutenant Bandar pressed his back against the wall and slowly drew his sword. The Yakshas did the same, and on the count of three they charged.
L.B. raised his sword to the air and threw himself forward! "FOR MOUNT KAILASAAAAA-eh?"
In the center, reclining on a stone couch, was a single priest. In his left hand was a ceremonial dagger; in his right, a paddle. A rubber ball attached to a stretchy cord bounced against the paddle with a "THWAP THWAP THWAP" sound.
"Oh hey, I was wondering when you guys would here. Took you long enough." The priest said. "I'm almost up to 7000 in a row. Kickass, huh?"
Lieutenant Bandar was perplexed. "Yeah, that's great. Uh, where's Twelve Jaguar?"
The priest chuckled, "He left months ago, man. Him and all the other priests. I stayed behind to give Lieutenant Bandar a present." The priest flipped the Lieutenant off and then continued his game. "That's courtesy of Twelve Jaguar, you take good care of it."
"He... left?"
"Yeah, man. You think they were just gonna sit here and wait for that huge army to surround them? Damn monkeys must grow from spores or something, I dunno." The string broke, sending the ball flying across the room. It struck a passing blood slave in the head, and she fell into a sacrificial pit. "GOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLL!" The priest shouted, jumping to his feet and pumping his fists in the air. "Did you see that, monkeys? Best shot ever." He yawned. "Anyway, I'm out of here. Have fun in the swamp, guys. Enjoy your malaria. Oh, and L.B., say hi to Nurse McNinja for me." The priest grinned ominously, and was gone.
EDIT: Or not. One turn, all major people wiped out, good commanders only recruitable in home province, home province taken over, going AI.