las, King Jeffulot floated above the crowd with his arms spread wide and his back arched as he stared upward toward the heavens... his golden robe glowed over the faces of the crowd as they stare in amazement... His royal symphony, Metallica, had just prepared a piece for him that he was to dedicate to all the other warriors that were not fit to be King... He had called it "King Nothing, Movement 5". The royal symphony began to play as King Jeffulot started to float about the courtyard in something not unlike a trance...

The crowd had begun to thrash their heads to and fro and had begun to throw things and slam into each other with great rage and flatulent happiness... Bliss had overcome the populous...

King Jeffulot had reached the center of the courtyard and floated just above the heads of the commonfolk... He began to spin... slowly at first, and then faster as the music demanded, until his golden robe spun outward and his body was a blur to the eyes of the laymen...

Soon, the song was complete... The story had then been told, and the message had went out to the warriors of their impending doom and their lack of competence, a truly wonderful piece derived from the King... The Symphony members were decorated with jewels and other meaningless trinkets as the King returned to his feet and to his chamber to plot the deaths of each of his foes...
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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