Chronicles of Chill: Waltz of The Ipobusinian Python

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Brethren, it is an ancient edochian saying of the peoples of South Easteros that when an anaconda encountereth a talking drum, the drummer should not be surprised when the anaconda transformeth into a dancing python.

It may be recalled, as was written in the Chronicle of the Frabanian Sabbath of the Ipobusites, that Car Knoo, chief priest of the Ipobusites was held in the dungeons against the orders of the magistrates until the enclavement of King Gambrach.

Yea, did the magistrates command Car Knoo upon his release, “Ye shall refrain from Ipobusinian proclamations and public address until the end of thy charge. Go ye and STFU in thy house.”

And lo, when Car Knoo reached his house, an ocean of new acolytes awaited him, brimming with Ipobusinian fervour. “What is this?” Car Knoo asked his head disciple. “Holy One,” the disciple called him for the very first time, “thy people are gathered here for thy benediction.”

“For reals?” asked Car Knoo

“Hell, yeah” said his disciple.

And so Car Knoo raised both fists in the air and a spark akin to an electrical charge rippled through the assembly. “My people! I bless thee – in the name of the Joo Kwoo, the Frabania and the Car Knoo!”

The people cheered loudly and Car Knoo never hesperred what happened next, for a crack of lightning rent the skies, the heavens opened and a pillar of light burst forth onto Car Knoo. And behold, as the light faded, Car Knoo was transformed before the eyes of all who stood there. He no longer wore pants, but was draped in a cloth bearing the insignia of zion. His hand was no longer clenched – No! For what was once a fist had been transformed into a hand holding the sacred fan of the half sun. Yea, was his head no longer bare; he now wore the feathered red cap of edochenian wisdom. In that moment, Car Knoo heard a voice of greater authority than the magistrate that set him free.

Ngwanu, thou are now too much!” exclaimed the disciple.

“That is, ehn!” replied Car Knoo.

Twas as Car Knoo basked in the novelty of his supernatural endowment that Gambrach returned from Jandinia and suffered Pestilencio Ekutensis. And word came to Gambrach that Car Knoo was no longer in the dungeons.

“For reals?” asked Gambrach.

“Let it not trouble you, Sire” said Gar Bar. “Instead, delight yourself on the exploits of the Sporting Eagles of the Kingdom as they do battle with the fake lion cubs of Mer Roon.”

Yea, as Gambrach observed the sporting hostilities through his medium viewing prism, Moborius inner-bahyoured and captured the image of the moment. When Gar Bar viewed the image, he was overcome with Lovengious emotion and burst into scroll, “Oh what a King! He chooses to view life through a simple, narrow prism, unlike many before him. Blessed am I to be his scribe. Behold, ye peoples, ye are blessed to have him as King.”

But the people paid Gar Bar no mind. For in South Easteros, the voice of Car Knoo was growing louder and yea did more people swear fealty to him. Daily he preached to the people, “Repent, for Frabania is at hand. Yea, shall we build a new Frabania – in our hearts and then on this soil. Behold, any South Easterosi who would put himself under the authority of a non- South Easterosi is very uncustard – yea is he even a bastard!”

The Kings and Wardens of South Easteros knew not what to do. Electoralis was due in Nambia, where the viagranian King Willy had been working hard, and surely Car Knoo could be controlled to bring his people to their side, they thought.

Alas, Car Knoo grew in irreverance, antagonising the entire Kingdom as he sought to build his new Frabania. The Young Rewanian Northerosi men declared irratatum and announced that no South Easterosi was to remain in that part of the Kingdom. The Kings of Northerosi moved quickly to quell the rising disquiet, but Gambrach (former man of Gunn) had had enough. He summoned the generals of his armies.

“Dudes. Car Knoo. Ye shall resolve this crisis.”

“Sire, pardon our impudence, but has the constabulary been deployed?”

Walahi, he pisseth me off” said Gambrach.

“Sire, the law of the land is that we can only be deployed against insurrection. What shall we tell the people if we march into South Easteros?”

“Ye shall tell them that ye bring healing and deliverance unto their lands” replied Gambrach.

“Like the physicians of yore?” asked the Generals.

“Yes! In fact, ye shall name your march after the symbol of the physicians.”

“Aye, sire! We see it now. We shall call our march ‘the march of the waltzing python’.”

Behold, the army began their march and there was a rumble across the land. The people protested, for the kingdom was not at war and they feared for their lives. “Chill, yo! We come in peace. We are only a Waltzing Python, bringing healing against kidnapping and violence.”

But there was no gaddem chill. For the Haramite tribe of Boko was still a scourge in the Northerosi part of the country. And news spread of followers of Car Knoo being put to the sword.

“No, no, no!” the people cried. “Stop it! Leave us!” Owen Brett Hart, scribe to the King of Abbiah cried daily in Social Mediana, “the Kings of Easterosi will keep the peace. Why continuest thou to march, o armies of Gambrach?”

“But we come in peace, like the pythons on the physicians’ staff” the armies maintained, as Ipobusinians fell away. Behold, Car Knoo was nowhere to be seen.

The people cried for the King to answer them and return chill to the land. “Oh Gambrach, king of justice, speak to us, tell us every little thing’s gonna be alright.”

Yea, did Gambrach hear thy cry. “Gar Bar, Callamitus!” he called out to his scribes, “tell the coachmen to ready the winged chariot.”

“Are we flying into the heartland to address the people?” they asked Gambrach.

“Hell, no! We are flying to Trumpstantinople and then, all this noise of the people bringeth back my Many Years Disease affliction, as well as the mysterious and secret affliction which must not be named. We shall stop briefly in Jandinia and see the meisters before I return.”

And when the people heard again of yet another Jandinian sojourn, they lost it. And there was no gaddem chill in the land.

 

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