It squeals as you mount it awkwardly.

    You didn't even know goats could squeal.

    As you straddle it, the burly Greeks begin shouting.

    "Hi-ya!" you shout, booting the goat's sides with your heels.

    The goat squeals again and lurches forward.

    You put your arms around the goat's neck, holding on for dear life as it travels at maximum goat velocity through the busy marketplace.

    People jump to avoid being knocked over, many swearing at you in their native tongue, and making elaborate hand gestures in your direction.

    Leaving the marketplace, you look behind you and see the two burly Greeks on bicycles, coming up from behind.

    When you look forward again, you and the goat are bounding straight toward a brick wall.

    Screaming in terror, you quickly jerk the goat's head to the left, and thankfully his body follows.

    The burly Greeks are right on your tail now, though.

    And the goat has headed into a street that's busy with traffic.

    As oncoming cars swerve to avoid you, you begin to wonder whether the goat you're riding is blind or just suicidal.

    The oncoming traffic slows the bicycling Greeks chasing you, but the commotion attracts the attention on the local police who mount their horses and join in the pursuit.

    You bound down the city road recklessly, but realize that eventually one of these oncoming cars isn't going to swerve on time.  You swing the goat to the right to get off the roadway.

    The goat barrels toward a residential home, and the best you can do is steer him through the front door.

    The cyclists and horse-mounted Greek police charge the house, too.

    You crash through the house, knocking down tables and chairs, bottles, and little children.

    You emerge out the back door into an open field.

    At first, the house seems to have slowed down the police and the bikers, but then you see that from both sides of the house, the Greek Army appears, with two giant phalanxes, and is charging after you.

    The goat is slowing down a bit, obviously tired, and soon the Greek Army, the Greek police, the two burly Greeks on bikes, and many outraged Greek citizens are almost upon you.

    The angry shouting of your pursuers has become almost deafening

     "Come on, little goat," you encourage him desperately.  "Do it for the Bradster."

    The goat surges forward!

    And it is only then that you see that a mere twenty feet ahead is the edge to a cliff.

    "Woah!" you shout.  "Woah!"

    But it's no use.  The little goat runs and runs until there is no ground underneath him.

    "Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeegh!" you shout as you and the little goat plummet through space, dropping some eighty feet onto the rocky shores of the Agean Sea below.

    And then an instant later a flood of Greek men come tumbling over the edge of the cliff like lemmings, flying downward with their horses, bicycles, helmets, spears, and shields.

    ...

    Years later, the people of Athens remember the half-man half-goat who came to their city and led some 300 Athenian men over the cliff, and into the sea.

    You become the first figure adopted into traditional Greek mythology in over 3,000 years.

    A tremendous statue of you and the goat is erected in the marketplace where the chase began.

    A whole chapter about you is added to Homer's The Odessey.

    And Athens becomes a revitalized center of culture and civilaization.
 

Your final score is:

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