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The King and his merry men
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The Emperor was snapped out of his daze by the bandit falling off his empty arm rest onto the soft sand of the desert, waking up and screaming a battle cry before being knocked out again by a bucket. Unfortunately this kicked up the sand and it flew into ribcage.

“Ew, I hate sand. It’s rough and it’s coarse and it gets everywhere.

I can already tell this is going to end badly.”

He slowly made his way towards the palace, ignoring families with children hiding behind their mothers at the sight of him. It was… strange to not have people praising your very name as soon as you arrived but The Emperor learn to deal with it. He slowly made his way up the stairs, his throne leaning backwards as it tried to gain purchase on each thin piece of marble and failed. He found his way up to the stairs where two guards were stopping him from entering.

“It’s best you don’t come in here, King Gilgamesh is sleeping and the last time someone interrupted him… well let’s just say it’s not a story the gravestones would tell you.”

“Ironic, he could save others from bad jokes but not himself.”

“What?”

“What? Anyway, should I just wait outside while I wait for Gilgamesh to wake up?”

“First of all it’s King Gilgamesh and secondly, yeah why not. I’ll, uh, tell him that you’re outside when he wakes up.”

The Emperor slowly made his way to a corner, moving down onto the hard floor below and staying completely still, watching and waiting until Gilgamesh woke up.


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The King and his merry men - by Victor Wolfe - 03-27-2018, 04:21 PM

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