was King Bodhi... he sat at his Q shaped table.....eating and merrymaking with his knights.....there was much Ministry blaring and luscious WadAsian hot wings for all!!!

A runner came in panting...."Me lord....news from the western coast of WadAsia....pant..pant...."..."Well" roared the King "Out with it!!!!"

"Me lord....The western lands of WadAsia have been overrun!!!!!A rebel horde from the Savage Lands (considered the slums of WadAsia...and the site of the WadAsian landfill...where old King Kev booties and pink jammies are placed when they become too stanky to be worn any longer..)...have overrun the castle of Kev Lord of Destruction!!!!!!!"

"IMPOSSIBLE" roared the king "Kev is my Master Knightsman..he is a legend in WadAsia!!! How could he lose to this rebel mob?!?!?!?!?!"

"Me lord" whispered the runner "Kev's castle has been underwater until recently and without power....Our engineers installed a nuclear reactor and state of the art pumps to keep the savage floods of El Nino at bay...but to no avail...the coming of this rebel horde was the fourth horseman of the apocolypse.....they have had floods.....famine....pestilence...and now this rebel mob!!!"

"We believe the lead lined wetsuit Kev Lord of Destruction had to wear under his armor may have chafed his bottom rosy and he lost his warrior skillz" said the messenger....

The king looked troubled......He reached under his robe and pressed the button on a small box.....deep in the bowels of the castle a beeper went off.....

Deep under the Wadasian castle....in a place populated only by rats and creepy crawly things...deep below the immense boilers......where the temperatures would make the devil himself break a sweat.....a muscle packed man was practicing his punching techniques on a sold concrete block hanging from a hook.....With a might punch the concrete exploded into a thousands pieces....."Dammit....thats the third time this week" sighed the warrior.

At 5'6 and 175 pounds was this rippling killing machine.......This was where he did his daily workout.....he lifted immense boulders and solid iron anvils...he ran constant laps around this hell hole...and he practiced...he practiced the only thing he ever knew....he practiced.....combat....he was proficient in all forms of hand to hand combat...but his favorite was a complex form of Thai Kick Boxing and Graeco-Roman wrestling....his specialty was snapping the necks of his enemies..........

At the sound of the beeper......this warrior...born of iron and steel...forged in hell and brimstone knew what it meant.....as the King's enforcer, most Wadasian's did not know he even existed...he was in charge of all the king's dirty little "black ops"...those dirty deeds which are oh so necessary in a complex society such as WadAsia...he did all the assasinations....strong arming.....and mysterious disappearances.......anything the king did not want tarnishing his sparkling reputation as a leader of and one with the people.

He dressed himeslf and made his way to the King's Chamber....quite a long way actually......The door to the chamber opened and all music and talking in the chamber came to an immediate stop......whispers began as this killing machine strode to the side of his king...his solid black uniform with the huge rip in the side from the misplaced axe swing of his last victim and the scars from long forgotten battles made an awe imspiring site...most had heard whispers in the dark about this enforcer.......The king bent over and whispered to the enforcer.....and without a sound he was gone......

After the enforcer left Sir Jeffulot asked the King...."Me lord....who was that dark menace?????".....the king replied...."Why that was my special warrior.....I call him...Henry....." A hush fell over the room as all present hoped they would never encounter this monster in a dark alley.....


Days later.....

The king and his loyal knights were enjoying another evenings merrymaking...it was a special concert put on by the official minstrals of WadAsia.....known as Ministry......the door to the chamber slammed open as the walking nightmare Henry walked in...and he was dragging a large squirming burlap sack....

"Bring him to me" bellowed the king.....with a flick of his wrist Henry the enforcer withdrew a wicked blade and slit the burlab bag from end to end...and out rolled....................Direwolf.....lord of the savage lands!!!!!!!

"Stand him up!!" the king roared...with a none too gentle yank Direwolf was pulled to his feet by Henry the enforcer.....

"Direwolf you maggot....How dare you tarnish the reputation of my finest knightsman!!!! How dare you bring dishonor to WadAsia!!!!!!!!!You rebel horde has been raping and pilaging their way across WadAsia...and it is time for me to put a stop to it!!!!!!" said the king....

"I challenge you...Direwolf...to a battle to avenge my friend Kev, Lord of Destruction.....the date will be next Tuesday night at the appointed challenge time of 10:00 pm...and the level will be one of my choosing...and I choose Q2DM1.....I am disgusted with the cowardly performances I have seen of you and others on the old challenge level of Fact3...there is far too much girl scout camping going on in this level...those of you guilty of this heinous crime know who you are.....therfore Q2DM1 will become the new official challenge level....and there will be no BFG....thus sayeth the King!!!!

With this the King biatch slapped Direwolf and growled "Take him away.....strip him naked and leave him outside the Castle gates for his long trip back to his savage lands!!!"
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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