'was a cold and calm night in WadAsia... A mist covered the land and crept across the hills surrounding the castle... not a sound could be heard except for the trickling water that ran down the mossy stones into the castle's moat.

Twas a full moon this night that barely shone through the fog, casting a warm blue glow upon the walls that the mighty Sir Jeffulot had been climbing for hours....

In full armor, he carefully placed each hand in a higher crack, lifting the 300 pounds of Jeffulot and armor up bit by bit until he reached the corner guard post at the top...

Weapon drawn, Sir Jeffulot leapt into the guard post shouting "Die Maggot!!!"... but there was no guard to be found, only a small circular sign with clock hands on it... it read "Will return at 11:00".

Perplexed, Sir Jeffulot took the winding stairs down into the courtyard...

Approaching the main chambers entrance, he crept past the many torches that lined the way... Side stepping with his sword firmly wielded in front of himself, Jeffulot snuck his way slowly and silently toward the main entrance...

Noticing a large blinking red neon sign that read "King Bad Mo Fo in D' House", he chuckled in amazement of how much the castle had changed since he ruled the land.

Sir Jeffulot peeked into the King's mailbox to see what devilish plans he may be up to... Finding nothing but self addressed stamped Hanson Contest entry forms, and Power Ranger orders, he became disgusted... He went in through the front door...

The torches that lined the walls of the long hallway cast flickers of light onto numerous dark quivering masses that lined the edges of the walkway....

As Sir Jeffulot approached he was startled by one of the masses reaching out for him from the floor... A bloody hand reached up for him, not in aggression, but as a cry for help.... "Help... Me...." the beast begged in a gargling voice... "You.. remem...ber me... I am.... DDDDraaven..." says the once bold warrior....

"Get off me!" shouted the uncompassionate Jeffulot as he kicked his way clear of the bloody and tattered mass that lay on the floor...

Looking down the hall, his eyes adjusted and allowed him to see numerous other tattered warriors that had contemplated Kingship and tangled with the current "bad-man" leader...

Along one wall was the Dark Knight, sitting up-right staring forward into the darkness while he moved his hands in the air as if he were holding a mouse and keyboard... The blank stare continued even as Jeffulot attempted to address him... "Hey man! do a rocket jump for me!" Jeffulot whispered, getting no response from the now dazed but once great warrior....

Jeffulot followed the dark hallway and came across what appeared to be Direwolf... His hair tangled and strewn in all directions, counting furiously on one hand and chewing his nails on the other... When spoken to, he simply began to quiver and mumble algebraic nonsense and eventually looked away to his imaginary paper and pencil....

Not far from Direwolf was what appeared to be Tracker... Tracker was hanging upside down on a wall, hanging only by his left boot and the arrow that was sticking through it... "Tracker!" Jeffulot said... waking him and startling him a bit... "Tracker, is that you?" he whispered, in hopes that the treacherous King would not hear him... "Yes.... oh, hey Sir Jeffulot... What brings you here?"... Tracker said without stress and without strain... "What the hell are you doing on the wall Tracker?" Jeffulot asked with amazement.... "Oh, just hangin out..." Tracker giggled...

Sir Jeffulot twisted the large arrow until it released Tracker, sending him falling to the floor upon his head...

Dusting himself off, he thanked Jeffulot and began to head toward the exit....

"Hey...." said Jeffulot in a whispering yell.... "Why are you leaving?" he said....

Tracker looked at Sir Jeffulot with a strange look and said "Are you fucking kidding me!?" and ran for the exit, not to be seen again that evening....

Jeffulot, now a bit more concerned than he had hoped to be, approached the King's chambers... A pulled a small scroll from within his pocket and slid it under his door.

The note read as follows:

"King Bad Mo Fo... You shall soon die by my hand. I have lost my patience with the way that the land is being ruled/ignored, and I intend on regaining the throne. I must first castrate numerous other warriors that stand in my way, but I will be here soon to take back what is mine... Prepare for the darkness... Sir Jeffulot"

Jeffulot turned toward the exit... walking slowly at first, then jogging, then running with all his might, he frantically left the castle... and did not look back...
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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