n this fine day, Sir Jeffulot had sent a messenger to the King, Kev, Lord of Destruction, to
notify him that he requested his presence just outside the castle walls.
After hearing of this wonderful opportunity to defend the throne, he suited
up in his armor and proceded to march to the outside of the castle... How
he loved to play army games, holding his sword high and screaming "left...
right... left...". He was the center of attention for sure.
Once outside the walls of the castle, Sir Jeffulot approached the King. "I
am here for what is mine..." says the mighty and large knight. "The
throne..." he exclaims as he pokes the king in his eye inside his helmet.
"you bastard!" shouts the King, as he attempts to clear his eye from the
watering... "You'll die.. die for that!" he shouts as he loses his balance
and falls to the dirt. "Get up man!" whispers Jeffulot, "You're making us
BOTH look bad!" he gestures upward with hidden haste hoping the crowd wouldn't see.
Once back on his feet, the King valiantly raises his sword to the challenge,
and the two began to cirlce each other with the poise of true warriors....
The King had thrown up his sword for a quick kill and swiftly received 38
inches of cold steel in the belly... Suprised, his helmet flew off, showing
the blood flowing from his mouth as he attempted to speak his mind...
"The.... heavenly... hash... is.... gone....." The King said as he fell to
his knees holding the blade at his belly and gazing past the Mighty Sir
Jeffulot with a peaceful grin....
"You bastard!" shouted Jeffulot... "I was saving that for a special
occasion!" he screamed as he pulled the blade slowly from the bowels of the
dying king. "You have gotten what thou deserveth...."
Sir jeffulot left the ex-king to the dirt and bugs and promptly returned to
the castle to raise the draw bridge and begin his festivities...
A fine day in WadAsia indeed...
~ The WadAsian High Council
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