was mid-day on a Saturday morning, and most of the townsfolk cluttered the courtyard at the weekend market. Purchasing eggs, bread, shoes and what not, they each scurried along with their menial lifeless tasks while waiting for death....

Alas, a man with a true purpose approached the eastern walls of the castle.... 'Twas Sir Jeffulot the Mighty, with sword in hand and feather on head (of course).... He had returned after recovering from his treacherous beatings from Kev, Lord of Destruction a few nights before. Having retained most of his limbs, he proudly entered the castle...

The townsfolk crowd parted as the knight rode into the courtyard upon his mare (which was against WadAsian law, and was apparently being done out of spite and disrespect toward the King).

The mighty warrior dismounted and awkwardly clanked toward the podium at the center of the courtyard... Having already gained the attention of the crowd, he addressed the populous with a loud, stern and steady voice... "I, Sir Jeffulot.... the Mighty (he added quickly with hesitation in his voice), have returned to take back what is mine"... Just then, two young male commonfolk giggled aloud, and Jeffulot swiftly raised his left hand high, generating a burst of light and thunder, and a stream of black absence of light ripped toward the two splitting all visions around, meeting them with a blank, silent burst of energy and light, and sending bits of sizzling meat and bone into the crowd and street.... "As I was saying..." he said, as the crowd stared in horror with their jaws hanging to their chests... "I have returned... I will now be King again, for I am now possessed by the soul of Elvis!" he shouted as the crowd began to run for cover... The crowd had noticed long before that statement that Jeffulot's hair was turning black before their very eyes and elongated sideburns were forming along his cheeks.... A glow about his face, chest, neck and head had become apparent and he had begun to point his finger to the sky and move his leg oddly....

Terrified, the crowd had panicked and had been sent into a horrible frenzie as strange music billowed in from the clouds and Jeffulot danced upon the podium singing "Gimme some a'lovin"... His armor clanked as he thrust his pelvis about like a crazed dog.... Chaos was truly at hand....

Amidst the chaos, Sir Jeffulot was heard repeating the phrase "I need a jelly do-nut", and then promptly passed out upon the podium with half his tired body on each side draped lifelessly and motionless before the crowd.

~ Property of the WadAsian High Council

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