Chronicles of Chill: Chill at Last!

 

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Thus it was, that in the 6th month of the 3rd year of the first (and many hoped, ONLY) quadrannium of King Gambrach, Shiwajun returned triumphant to Gideria from Oshunlonica, having led his armies to electoralis in the name of Ayatollah. It was not a time of war, except that in the 37 Kingdoms, the seasons of electoralis were seasons of war.

Lemoda cried out that he and his followers were besieged by the Shiwajunian troops and SolomonO sang songs of lamentation in a strange esoteric dialect that only few understood –

Aiye! Aiye!

Dem block our supporters, dem block all the voters

Dem give out money and dem rig the ballot o

Dem dey killing somebody

And there was no gaddem chill in Oshunlonica.

Yea, even in Gideria, unchill festered as Shango Lulu brandished the seal of Shiwajun across the Kingdom to great acclamation. Behold, Ambsalom was greatly troubled; for Shiwajun and Flasholas had both reigned for 2 quadrannia, yet here he was in the fullness of his cinched waist languishing perilously close to obscurity. Lo, had he even received word that Apicuria did not wish him to stand in electoralis minora.  canst As a knight of the round table of Kwee Lox, he knew it was his bounded duty to resist Shango Lulu.

Wherefore Ambsalom sent sparrows and emissaries to the ends of the firmament, declaring an intergalactic globalmondiale conference of presses, summoning all human and alien scribes to record his proclamation. And as they were all gathered, yea, did Ambsalom address them.

“People of Gideria, Wardens of House Apicuria, what the gaddem heck is wrong with thee? Ye have been so Gambrachised that ye recognise not greatness anymore. Ye wouldest forsake a glorious waist-trained knight of the Kwee for a Shango Lulu? Know ye not of his psychosocial conscription in the Gobi House of Rehabilitation?”

“LIAR!!!!” screamed Shango Lulu, “they tried to make me go to the rehab…but I said NO. No. NO!”

And from that day hence, Shango Lulu was intermittently dubbed Lulu Winehaus. Yea, though he walketh calmly away from Ambsalom, Shiwajun found him sobbing to himself in one of the catacombs. “Why cryest thou? Rememberest thou not the words of Lady Michellin SoberMa?”

“Yes”, smiled Shango Lulu. “When they go low, we get high.” And yea didst he reach into his pocket.

Lo, did the day of minora come and again and Ambsalom appealed to the armies of Shiwajun to stand with him instead. But they had been scaped of their vision and were blind with waste-disposally rage.

Ambsalom then summoned the Apicurian prefects presiding over the minora and asked them, “wilt ye put a man that knoweth what I know to the ignominy of defeat?”

Shomolek replied, “I once was a King like thee. Now I am a maker of Kings. If thou doest as thou threateneth, I shall raise kings to hunt thee down and slice thy cincher. I am a graceful man however and in recognition of thy position, we shall pretend to cancel the polls twice before announcing Shango Lulu.” Ambsalom sighed and resigned to his fate.

And the people saw the hand of Lulu Winehaus lifted in victory but heard only the voice of Shiwajun. And the winds of unchill blew louder.

In Social Mediana and across the land of the digital Perusites, word came of a letter written by King El-Farquaad of Dunamis to Gambrach, concerning the senateen poet Shey Who. “Great King Gambrach, thou recallest that thou authorisest me to procure the expulsion of Shey for suggesting I was enamoured of thy royal blockii (which is plural for blockus, just in case His Majesty was wondering). He trolleth me but Majesty, he trolleth thee as well. Give me the word, that I may smite him and bury him under the weight of 400 million pieces of silver.”

Lo, the people saw how El-Farquaad wished to satisfy his angst, and the unchill rumbled on.

Yea, was minora held across the kingdoms of the land, even unto the Kingdom of Deltonia, where Ser Party Toe wished to be king. Yea, did he expend vast coinage on purchasing the expressio d’interest for House Apicuria and it was said to him that the arena would be behind Arodan Platform 13 and Three Quarters of the Deltonian carriageways. Thus did Party Toe search and search and search. But he was a gaddem muggle and found not the way. Another was chosen to contend for the Deltonian throne.

In Boo Jar, Gambrach was confirmed as the contender for the Iron Throne by the Apicureans. But in the middle of their reveling, a cry was heard from inside Bedrock. It was a muffled cry and the guards had to break down the door to Gambrach’s other room to see what was wrong.

It was Lady Yeesha, vexed of spirit, for her brother had shared in the fate of Ser Party Toe. “This gaddem Shomoleckian House will fall like the bridges of Lawndawn if this persisteth. I have no grouse if thou dupest the brothers of mere mortals and swahvvest the sons of peasants. But when ye do it even to the brother of a queen, a slay queen for that matter, even though I maintaineth my lane in the gaddem oza room, then am I literally shaking right now!!!”

And the people heard it and shouted, “YASSSSSSSSS!!!” and there was nary a gaddem atom of chill in the land.

But news then came to Social Mediana from Rivisinia, that Arty Cool wouldst contend against Gambrach for the Iron Throne and behold, a gush  of hope swept across the land. For a moment, the people glimpsed into the possibility of the reign of Arty Cool, and the unchill abated.

Here endeth the Tword.

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One thought on “Chronicles of Chill: Chill at Last!

  1. Chronicles is not same without Lady Kemshun. Hope she will make appearances now and then. She was a very well developed character and featured in some of the best dialogues.

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