storm brewed to the east of the castle... Large black clouds concealed
the late morning sun... Thunder rumbled in the distance as the wind began
to pick up...
All in the courtyard held their heads low... Twas a depressed time for all
of WadAsia... The unexpected fall of the great one, Sir Jeffulot, had caught
the entire WadAsian economy by surprise. Wagon stocks had fallen through
the floor. Chicken stocks had dwindled to be nearly worthless, and condom
sales were way low. The only assets that had appreciated in value were ale
stocks. This was the result of an indirect macroeconomic phase of
persistant ecological invariant cyclical third generation retrospective
feedback of environmental status driven rate decreases.... (ie.
DEPRESSION). T'were hard times....
The populous dragged to and fro with heads hung low (hey that rhymed),
stopping to sigh now and then, and now and then raising their heads to see
what time it was. Terrible... Just terrible....
They each missed the Mighty Sir Jeffulot in their own way, but each
definately missed him for his way with the people. His statue had been torn
down from the center of the courtyard and thrown to the moat. All that
could be seen above the surface of the slime was the tip of his sword and
the very end of the feather upon his helmet.
All color had been stripped from the streets, and everything had been
painted dull flat black, perhaps an attempt by the new King to cheer
The new King, Kev, Lord of Destruction sat in his chamber, sorting through
Sir Jeffulot's belongings... He was sure that Sir Jeffulot had stolen a pair
of his shorts and he was determined to find them.
Alas, the King heard a whistling noise approaching the castle... He rushed
to the window to see what it was. He saw a flaming arrow with a very high
arch aporaching the castle... he jumped back slightly in case it were aimed
for his chamber window, but it was not. It eventually whistled into the
center of the courtyard and connected solid to the center of the bulletin
board. Flames burst upwards onto the rest of the board allowing only a
momentary glance of the note that had been attached to it. It read, "King
Kev, If you grant me a challenge this evening you will surely die by my
hand, if you do not grant me my right to a challenge, I will kill you
anyway... This evening! Sir Jeffulot the Mighty". The King shuddered in
fear, as all the memories of all the pain that the Mighty Jeffulot had given
him returned to haunt him at once.
The King quicky retreated to the training yard where he began to practice
with fat bald women to prepare him.
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council
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