he crowd gathers at the inauguration ceremony being held in the courtyard on this brisk Monday morning...

The roar of the crowd was almost deafening as they eagerly awaited the arrival of the old and the new leaders....

Alas, Mohammad the Damned approached the podium and spoke with a steady and clear voice into the voice amplifying seashells...

"Hear Ye! Hear Ye!" he said as he waived his arms about toward the crowd... "As you all know, I was dethroned last night..." The crowd began to cheer and dance and chant "Jeffulot... Jeffulot...!!!"...

Mohammad calmed the crowd in order to introduce their new King... "I present to you, the honorable and the mighty Sir Jeffulot... Your new King!!!!"

The crowd went wild, throwing roses and gold coins up onto the stage... Jeffulot went up the stairs and clanked with his large but shiny armor and began to speak... "Thank you... Thank you...." said King Jeffulot... "Thank you very much... I see a lot familiar faces out there... Thank you..." he said with a condescending tone as he drew his sword...

Jeffulot explained "Please know that this change in rank is a direct result in the hyper awareness issues at hand within WadAsia itself, causing a paradigm within the socioeconomic standards that bind together our realities and hold true our mere existence..." he giggled as he plucked a tightly drawn rope that was connected down toward Mohammad's feet...

Jeffulot winked at Mohammad as his sword came down, slicing the rope and releasing a catapult that Mohammad had unknowingly been standing on the whole time....

The crowd watched in amazement as the former king was hurled 750 feet into the air and over the castle walls... landing somewhere near the naked forest and was not heard from again for the rest of the ceremony...

Jeffulot spoke, "I am now King! Let the party begin!!!!!..." The party lasted over 42 days, and the hangovers lasted over 50 days after that...

Ah... A joyous time it was, and order and wisdom was again restored to the wonderful land of WadAsia.... Rumor has it that each of the warriors are secretly training in the ways of Mouse-Fu, by way of the Quaker Gods, Gib-meister and Lord Albino Bob... Previously sworn against this ancient art, they each hope to learn secret tactics that will promote them through the ranks....

Long live the King!!!!!!!!!!!
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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