was a rainy and windy day in Eastern WadAsia... The kind of day that causes boredom... The kind of boredom that causes war... The kind of war that brings glorious bloodshed and mayhem to an otherwise tranquil land...

The wind was howling through the King's castle halls, causing the torches that lined the walkways to dance and flicker throughout...

today, a meeting was scheduled... of the WadAsian High Counsel...

A small group of representatives gathered around a very large iron "Q" shaped table with their swords laid out before them... Waiting patiently for their King to arrive.

A rhythmic clank was heard coming from down the hall, and each of the Knights quickly raised from their seats and snapped to attention.

King Jeffulot entered the room with a smile on his face as he attempted to straighten up his shiny armor. Embarrassed, he neatened his hair and explained that the Holy Gail had him performing some "Kingly Duties"... He apologized for his tardiness and sat upon his throne. "Uh... the Holy Gail will not be attending... she's... uh... tired." he grinned and quickly changed the subject...

"Please... Please be seated..." he coaxed... "We have much to discuss..."

All seated and were eager to address the many issues that were at hand lately in WadAsia...

The Master Knightsman, Kev, Lord of Destruction's seat was again vacant, and a large white cardboard sign rest within his seat... it read, "Pussy"

The Dark Knight, our Junior Knightsman, kept to himself mostly, hunched over and peering upon the other members from beneath a long black cape, nodding periodically to agree with the High Counsel's decisions...

The Trainee, Bon Bon Jon the Awful's seat was also vacant, and a small cardboard sign rest within his seat... it read, "M.I.A."

The other members actively participated in the WadAsian High Counsel meeting...

"Personally, I hate these maggots!" shouted Rob/Tracker Das Boot (not yet ranked)... "They come in and never leave, no matter how badly you beat them!" he complained, sending a wave of agreement through the counsel...

"Yes... Yes, I agree..." said the King, "and whenst they finally release a new version of Wadasia, we may be able to filter them out and leave room for the rest of us to battle."

Mohammad the Damned (no longer accompanied by a legal guardian) exclaimed "There has not been nearly enough interdepartmental bloodshed! This has caused a paradigm within the WadAsian socialistic matrix that is not unparalleled to that of the US army, who is now becoming a nurturing love nest for the homosexual in nature. This perplexes me... I for one feel the need to bury each and every one of you..." he says as his hands begin to shake and move toward his sword...

"Now now... calm down Mo!" Jeffulot shouts, bringing Mohammad out of his death trance... "We will continue our battles soon, but ID has taken away the bleachers, thus removing the spectator element to our battles...", he explained, "I do believe we can wait no longer however, the battles must commence!..."

Alas, the meeting had addressed the 95% WadAsian tax issue, and had successfully raised it to a comfortable 97%, financing new swords, kegs and various other necessities to carry on with the WadAsian government.

So, the battles shall again commence, and new ranks shall be derived for the newest of warrior wannabees, Wolf and Tracker-Das Boot...

And again, history was made....
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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