he eve of our nation's greatest battle in months, and the land is calm...

A single Royal WadAsian janitor cleans the main battlefield to be sure it is looking its best for the battle that is to take place the next day...

Placing limbs and various other body parts into a large aluminum trash can that sat upon two warped rubber wheels... The sound of the flesh slapping against other raw flesh could be heard as he tossed leg after leg into the collection of warrior wannabe parts that was destined to be fed to the assassins that were kept in the dungeon.

upon completion, the janitor wheeled his large can toward the utility room, leaving a thick line of blood and bile that dripped slowly from the bottom of the can...

He turned to take a final look at the battlefield to make sure he did not miss anything and quietly switched off the spotlights that shone upon the blood stained arena.

The doors were then locked, and silence hovered in the air to eagerly await the morning...

The silence awaited the arrival of the thousands of vendors that would line the boundaries, each selling their own rare and valuable trinkets, such as King Kev dolls, Bon Bon John Disppearing Ink, Rocket Jumping Boots and Direwolf autographed short swords... An anticipated event to say the least...

The town waited in anticipation of the great battle soon to take place... Bad Mo Fo, challenging the wonderfully kind and wise King Boshisattva...

The future of this great land WadAsia could very well change for the worse tomorrow... or perhaps, it would merely deny the path of evil from crossing into our land....

Ah, but what a show it will be...
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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