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[serfdom]

I'm on the edge of my seat - sounds the final Holy Battle draws ever nearer...

[ergo sum]

Lulu

Monday Oct 3 1018

Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva was dumb struck. The Kyoto accords, global warming, Alexander the Great has returned from his conquest. Just as the Oracle of the Sarcophagus had predicted the Great Phoenix has landed in Brazil. The Cobra has struck. Never in history had such a miraculous story been told. Bolivar himself could not have conquered more of South America with such ease. Hogo smiled. Castro passed out boxes of Cohibas. The Bishop declared a year of Jubilation.

The people of the castle went wild. Cheers and shouts of joy filled the air. Chanting dancing throngs paraded through the square “BOOYAH...BOOYAH...WE GONNA MAKE THE MOOLAH.” Newsies ran around screaming “Extra. Extra. Read all about it” Kool aid (spiked and unspiked or the teatotalers) and canapés were served from the Palace kitchen. And with the exception of the one member of court caught sending dirty notes to Pages things could not have been better.

The Manor was a bit of a different story. The peasants were all out scything the wheat. The long blades of their tools as sharp as an owls eyes. The rumblings and mumbling among them grew.
“You know the legend of Urban and the diamonds?”
“You mean the Urban Legend?”
“The Ent’s are not going to like this when the word gets to the forest.”
“None of this is real.”
“Are you having an existential crisis?”
“No you idiot I am talking about the bonds.”
“Now you are into bondage?”
“Yes I agree it is complete fabrication and it suffers from delusions of grandeur.”
“We need to attack the castle. We need to raise every able bodied peasant and attack the castle.”
“Perhaps we can get the Dark Slovenian Prince to send in his army to help us?”
“Yes the Urban legend.”

The fetching young Deniala had unbuttoned a few of her buttons from the heat of her work. Riddle eyeing her could barely control himself. He was constantly adjusting his cod piece and dreaming up ways to get her alone.

War was declared and a messenger was sent to Slovenia. With strict orders to bring back barbecue for dinner.