oon thereafter, Sir Jeffulot the Mighty was then made King... Crowned
before the crowd, they cheered and rejoiced at the again rightful
government. Sir Jeffulot approached the podium to address the crowd... "I,
Sir Jeffulot... Your new King, hereby declare today to be a holiday!", the
crowd cheered... "furthermore, I have had something made to commemorate this
fine and wonderful day in WadAsian history...". The crowd slowly pulled
away from the center of the courtyard leaving a very large and tall object
with an even larger canvas over it... The crowd waited in great
anticipation as the guards approached it and began to cut the ropes that
kept the large black canvas down... "I present this to you, my fine people of
WadAsia... A gift... Enjoy!"... The canvas then flies off revealing a
wonderfully huge statue of the new and mighty King Jeffulot, poised with
armor and sword with one leg proudly upon what appeared to be Kev, Lord of
Destruction. The crowd cheered, for they noticed the mug of beer in the
During this celebration the King drank a few ales and danced with a few
cumly maidens until an unwelcomed guest arrived... A small arrow delivered
from a crossbow barely missed King Jeffulot and went clear through the skull
of the maiden he was dancing with. Once the festive song was complete, Sir
Jeffulot dropped the maiden and proceeded to catch the lowly scum who'd ruin
such a fine party... The guards had already leaped upon this caped crazed
soul and dragged him before the King. The crowd was astonished to find that
the face beneath the cape was indeed that of... The Paulster! "You
Bastard!" the King said with an English accent, "you're going down for
this!" he said in a jiving sort of way, bobbing his head up and down in
jest.... "Guards! Fetch him a sword! He's gonna need it!" Sir Jeffulot
screamed with a funny Tennessee accent, pretending to spit a wad of chaw.
The crowd looked a bit confused and then began to purchase popcorn.
The Paulster stood proud and true before the newly crowned King. Sword in
hand, he peered at the King and Spoke but three words... "You.... Must....
Die....". Sir Jeffulot was a bit disgusted that this jerk ruined his
party for such stupid words and a bad attitude. "I find you to be quite
rude Paulster" Jeffulot exclaims loud enough to where the crowd could also
hear. "You know what nasty little buggers like you get for dinner?" Says
the mighty King... "uh.... whatya mean?" speaks again the lowly Paulster...
"THIS!!!" Jeffulot screams as he places 32 inches of cold and clean steel
into the belly of the stupid rude idiot. Surprised, the Paulster falls to
his knees before the King... a glassy eyed and whitened face stares up
toward the King as if he were looking for an answer to some stupid
question... "Merry Christmas maggot!" says Jeffulot with a grin as he
retracts his sword and wipes it clean with Paulsters shirt... "You should
stick around... enjoy the party! It's gonna be a good one... I've got a
buzz (he whispers)"
~ The WadAsian High Council
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