Indeedities and the Age of Micolust
King Micolaeus: Forces of the Micolan Empire, I command you to return!
Greedy General MicoLust: Haha! My lord, your word means nothing in this place. HELL REIGNS HERE. CHAOS. So, my lord, it would be best for you to return to your safe little capitol where you can waste the days on meeting with the fucking nephews, we have got a war to wage, my lord.
K. Micolaeus: How dare you speak to your Lord the King in such a manner? Guards, kill this impostor!
Chief Guard Armic: My lord, I apologize.
King Micolaeus body resides deep within the Mountains of Wrath now. Forever asleep. One with the Great constant. Oh Great King Micolaeus, your benevolence will be missed. A dark era has begun, The Age of MicoLust.
So anyway, I was taking a walk yesterday around two or three a.m, and I noticed something horrible. There I was, in the middle of the night, the beauteous night, and I was surrounded with fucking people. In every other goddamned window shone the deceitful blue lights of the TV-screens. On the streets roamed drunkards and night travelers. The fauna consisted only of boring tame ass animals such as cats and hares. Not that I have any problem with them, it's just that they symbolize the decay of nature. My point? I wasn't fucking alone. What is this, the night used to be my domain, my fucking empire. I could walk around and sing and dance, and now (let me add that I was in the fucking suburbs of a small town) I'm surrounded with idiot people. What the hell. The day is full of them; children, old folks, pregnant women. And now they're gonna take my precious night away as well. What a fucking theft...
IT WAS MY NIGHT, GODDAMIT.
IT WAS MY DREAM
MY BELIEF!
and it all went to FUCKING HELL...
What was I talking about?
adieu
Greedy General MicoLust: Haha! My lord, your word means nothing in this place. HELL REIGNS HERE. CHAOS. So, my lord, it would be best for you to return to your safe little capitol where you can waste the days on meeting with the fucking nephews, we have got a war to wage, my lord.
K. Micolaeus: How dare you speak to your Lord the King in such a manner? Guards, kill this impostor!
Chief Guard Armic: My lord, I apologize.
King Micolaeus body resides deep within the Mountains of Wrath now. Forever asleep. One with the Great constant. Oh Great King Micolaeus, your benevolence will be missed. A dark era has begun, The Age of MicoLust.
So anyway, I was taking a walk yesterday around two or three a.m, and I noticed something horrible. There I was, in the middle of the night, the beauteous night, and I was surrounded with fucking people. In every other goddamned window shone the deceitful blue lights of the TV-screens. On the streets roamed drunkards and night travelers. The fauna consisted only of boring tame ass animals such as cats and hares. Not that I have any problem with them, it's just that they symbolize the decay of nature. My point? I wasn't fucking alone. What is this, the night used to be my domain, my fucking empire. I could walk around and sing and dance, and now (let me add that I was in the fucking suburbs of a small town) I'm surrounded with idiot people. What the hell. The day is full of them; children, old folks, pregnant women. And now they're gonna take my precious night away as well. What a fucking theft...
IT WAS MY NIGHT, GODDAMIT.
IT WAS MY DREAM
MY BELIEF!
and it all went to FUCKING HELL...
What was I talking about?
adieu
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