he King, Jeffulot the Mighty, sat upon his throne in his chamber. A deafening silence had consumed the land, and there were no townfolk to be seen from his chamber window.

Wagons lay on their sides with produce scattered about, rotted and decayed. The moat was even still and without life and appeared to be a smooth sheet of glass surrounding the castle... A fine mist seeped throughout the land whilest no wind blew...

The King stared out upon the rolling hills where no horses played... He glanced toward the stables where no horses rested... All of WadAsia was without life, and the King then questioned his existence... "Am I dead? Am I dreaming?" he'd mumble to himself now and then and he paced about.

Walking down to the courtyard, a chill shivered up the King's spine as the temperature dropped another 30 degrees... He approached the bulletin board at the center of the courtyard... A poster was attached and read as follows:

"Green acres is the place to be.... Farm livin' is the life for me... goats spreading out so far and wide... screw WadAsia, just give me that countryside..." - Us Cowardly WadAsian Warriors

Perplexed, the King roamed about the courtyard, searching for some, any, sign of life... but there was none to be found.... All warriors had decided that farming was easier than being a mighty warrior, and they took their families and moved away...

"Cowards..." Jeffulot groaned as he kicked a basket of rotten eggs that was leaning against a barrel of spoiled ale...

"You chickenshits!!!!!!" he shouted, though there was no echo, and his screams only seemed to be swallowed by the fog...

The King then sat at the very center of the courtyard and pondered...
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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