Before we go any further let me get this straight – all Mizos are badasses. Although we may not be the snake-eating-burmese-oppressing-martial arts experts the rest of the world think of us to be, we can hold our own against any force of evil that be against us. But even in a tribe of badasses, you get the super-badasses, those badasses whose asses are so bad that they need special mention in a super-cultured blog as this. The members of the badass Hall of Fame if you may. And in that Hall of Fame, the flame of Ropuiliani will forever forever burn brightly in honor of the great service she, yes, it’s a she – did in maintaining the badass image of the Mizos.
Before we go into the badassness of Ropuiliani, we have to delve a bit into the life of her ancestors to illustrate the kind of badass blood that flowed through the veins of this great She-chief.
Her father Vanhnuailiana is probably one of the greatest Mizo chiefs of all time. Like all real badasses, nobody knows the exact year of his birth. He came from a long line of badass royals. His great-grandfather was a wily tactician named Lallula who masterminded a plan to lure the tormentors of his people with the promise of food, wine and bounty and then kill all of them minus 3. History will forever remember that day as ‘Thlanrawn Rawt’. Like all real men, Lallula has several sons and daughers and the eldest was named Lalpuiliana. Curiously, Lalpuiliana was sick quite often. Now, you might argue that no badass worth his salt would ever spawn a weakling that gets sick all the time. However you must remember that this was a time when the only cure you have for any disease is to cut a chicken in half and offer the blood to some animistic god and hope for a miracle. Therefore, if you managed to spawn a creature that can survive its infancy, you are officially a badass.
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