The Chronicles of Chill: Erecktaillo Dyzfunctionalis

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The people of Great Iron Bank of Brettonwoodsiana heard the words of Lady Kem Shun and the words filled them with alarm. “On the borrowments, thou needest to cool down a little”, they told her, to which Kem Shun replied, “Man’s not hot, though!”

In the faraway Kingdom of Kossisee, the people were under the reign of King Jay-Kurrb. Unlike Kings Mandillas and Beckie who ruled before him, King Jay-Kurb was not much loved of his people. He believed in the mystical power of his bathtub to save him from post-coital leprosy, for it was made by famous tub carver Naman Jordan. And yea, was Jay-Kurrb also highly pilferous, and lo did he have 40 score charges of corruption pending against him with the magistrates – the first King of Kossisee to be so accused. But Jay-Kurrb was to find redemption in the Imolekkite kingdom of Ro Chazz.

Like Jay-Kurrb, Ro Chazz also found it hard to win the love of his people. He boasted of spoiling them with the best of the best of infrastuctural delights, but yea were there none to be seen. And when King Ro Chazz heard of the difficulties of King Jay-Kurrb, he decided to summon him over to Imolek for a day of feasting and debauchery. Jay-Kurrb voyaged to Imolek and yea, like the ancient prophet Ferris Beuller, he had a hell of a day off.

Lo, did they party and feast and Jay-Kurrb was conferred with the highest prefecture of the Imolekkites. And behold, at the end of the day, just before he departed for Kossissee, Ro Chazz called him aside.

“Jay-Kurrb!”, Ro Chazz called.

“Barrddest!”, came the reply.

“Jay-Kurrb!!!”

“Barrdesst!!!”

“Jay-Kurrb, I have a huge erection for you. Come outside let me show you.”

And Jay-Kurrb went outside and saw that Ro Chazz had erected a huge, shiny golden statue. “Oh Ro Chazz, I’m honoured, but what wilt thy pensioners whose pensions thou has halved say?”

“They can shovituptheirezz. I am proud of my big, shiny erection for thee!”

And of course, there was no chill in the Kingdom. Behold, even in Kossissee, there was an eruption of mirthful unchill, for they could not fathom it. “Keep Jay-Kurrb and let us have the gold statue in his place, for this wouldest be of greater use to us.”

Gambrach could see the mercury of the Unchillometer pushing through to new highs and knew that something had to be done. “Come hither, my council. It seemeth that we lose the love and chill of the people. How canst we turn za tide?”

“Oh Gambrach most gracious and fragrantly divine” said FemCallamitus, “Let me tell thy people of my love for thee yet again. I am sure it will turn their hearts.”

“Ah, FemCallamitus, alas that is all thou art useful for. I need real solutions, however.”

“Sire, a lot of the unchill cometh from South Easteros,” said Osinoshin. “Shall we dazzle them with your Easterophilia?”

“Aha! Good idea!”

“Wilst thou go into South Easteros to shew them thy love? Remember, electoralis is at hand in Nambria.”

“I? South Easteros? Never, wallahi! I shall send thee in my place. Behold, I depart for Constantinople even. Peace out.” And he ascended into the winged chariot with Lady Yeeshah, who had just emerged from the other room.

And so Osinoshin sighed and set out for Nambria. As he departed Bedrock, Gar Bar and FemCallamitus sent pigeons across the 37 kingdoms to let the people know that 40 years after the Frabanian rebellion, the lovely and magnanimous Gambrach had decided to approve the payment of gratuity to the Frabanian Legion, “…for he loveth thee!”

And when Osinoshin reached Nambria, he also announced to the people that Gambrach had physically trekked across the seven hills and swum the seven lagoons to reach the Iron Bank, to secure 2 gatrillion trumpetistani shekels to build a second bridge over troubled waters, so they could lay themselves down, “…for he loveth thee!”

But Osinoshin’s squire, unaware of the love-showing plan, sent a corrigendum out into the Kingdom. It was not trumpetistani shekels – it was the coin of the Kingdom. Yea, did the people hear it and lo, was there nary a gaddem speculum of chill in the land.

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The Chronicles of Chill: The Great Iron Bank of Brettonwoodsiana

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Word came to E-Dawg that his epistle to King Gambrach had been intercepted by the Priests of Blog and had been revealed to the 37 Kingdoms by the Kalahari Newsbearers and that the people held him Puppyfied for it. He was incensed.

“Nah, nah, naaaaaaah. Y’all ain’t gon’ punk me like that. Y’all tryna puppyfy me? Me??? Shiiiii… Y’all don’t even know who you messing with.” And so he sent a raven to his cousin E-Swag, in his native kingdom of Deltonia, bearing a message which read, “Eh yo, Eh yo, E-Swag. What up cuz? Yo, real quick, remember that time when we was kids and went hunting with grandpa? And it was me that handed you the arrow you handed to grandpa and he killed a leopard?  Man, I be needing to borrow that leopard real quick. Imma bring it back, nahmsayin, I just need to re-dawg myself right now. People be looking at me, calling me E-Puppy yo.”

So E-Swag went into the ancestral chambers and retrieved the leopard. Yea, did E-Dawg dance into Twillistia and Social Mediana wearing the leopard as robes, holding a spear aloft. And all who beheld him beheld a warrior. But E-Swag laughed, saying “Puh-lease! Ain’t no one believe you killed no damn leopard.”

And while the commotion of the leopardised E-Dawg endured yet, the scribes of the Kingdom’s Petrolatery, where Baruch was Warden, blasted their trumpets and proclaimed to the Kingdom, “Hear ye, hear ye. E-Dawg slandereth our great and almighty Baruch. We shall not stand for the defamation of our great and mighty leader. For he doeth as he should and seeketh authority from whence it cometh. Authority cometh not from east or west or south. It cometh from Gambrach, he that sitteth on the throne. E-Dawg, unfortunate sod, canst not bulldoze with swag nor de-obfuscate with flowery epistles that which the Elementals designed to be nebulous, esoteric and amorphous. Is he a learner?”

Behold, the people were amazed, for the workers and cargomen of petrolatum all assembled to show solidarity with Baruch. Yea, even Gambrach attended the temple with Baruch, with Moborious in tow to ensure that all could see. “Issallova Jackie” E-Swag whispered to E-Dawg, “dunncry, dunnbeg.”

But in Dunamis, there was a loud sound of crying and begging, for King El-Farquaad had set an elementary competency challenge for tutors in his kingdom and maigheeeurd, they failed it woefully. “Ye shall be replaced, even though ye be a multitude,” proclaimed El-Farquaad. “Dunndodeeze”, they pleaded, but El-Farquaad would not have it. “For which amongst you wouldst continue patronage of a physician at whose hands several have died – a Deadington – wouldst thou?” And the people were all silent.

All except Lady Yeeshah, wife of Gambrach, and her daughter Princess Asos, wife of Noodlinho. “We have had too much gaddem chill over this matter and enough has become enough. Why hath the infirmary at Bedrock neither the skill nor competence to cater to our beloved Gambrach, causing him to seek relief in Jandinia. Why, o head physician, why?”

“M-m-m-my ladies, I d-d-d-do my job with all diligence…” stammered the head physician of the Bedrock infirmary. And the ladies both replied, in the words of the great Lateefex Kayodensis, “WHAT KIND OF JOB YOU DOING??? YOU ARE NOT ONLY THE ONE THAT DEY THERE!!!!”

Behold, Yode of Ekitilopia heard these words and decided that Gambrach was not the only one that dey there either. He pondered in his heart and decided to announce to the people that he would contest the throne at the upcoming electoralis. “Wawu,” thought the people, “Electoralis Federalis is yet 2 years away.” But even the house of Apicuria in the South declared that electoralis would be open to all, that Gambrach would not necessarily return unopposed. And the people heard this in surprise and declared the words of the famous bard Veekow, “Uh oh, uh oh, isgerring crazy in here…”

Further on electoralis, there were whispers that Arty Cool would return to Padipalia to contend with Gambrach for the throne. And when Gambrach heard the whispers, he called a meeting of his inner council in his sanctum. “Where shall we strike Arty Cool?” he asked in his usual manner. “Let us hit him where it shall hurt him the most – Pentiumz” came the reply.

Pentiumz was Arty Cool’s golden goose venture. It was located at a mercantile sea port and it entailed welcoming large seafaring vessels into the kingdom from the high seas. The instruction from Gambrach was to bring an end to the arrangement. “Sire”, said Bar Kar the Head Pharisee, “there is the matter of signed agreement binding the crown to Pentiumz.”

To which Gambrach replied, “Well, thou art the expert in the matters of law…” and left the room. Wherefore wrote Bar Kar to Lady Bar Lar, Warden of the King’s Royal Ports, saying, “Whereas Pentiumz welcometh large vessels into the Kingdom at the behest of the King, and collecteth tarriff therefrom and remitteth to the treasury, and whereas it was the Royal Pharisees which drew up the contract between Pentiumz and the Royal Ports, take ye notice that we messeth up bigly and must now rescind the contract, for it runneth contrary to the golden laws of our Kingdom. Tis confusing, I know, but just take it like that. Cancel the gaddem thing” 

At the same time, Lady Kemshun, Head of the Coinery knew she had to respond to the various accusations that Mefilius and the Iron Bank of Boo Jar were merely minting more coin to keep the Kingdom afloat. Therefore she addressed the people on the matter in a speech in the village square.

“Whaa’gwan peeps? How you doing, my bredrens? Fam, we need to kill this mad ting rumours about the econominics though. Like, peoples is really bovvered and all about the loans and the lending ting. But King Gambrach’s plan for managing the econominics is mad peng, innit? Cos, like, even though the price of the petrolatums went skrraaaap, pap, pap, pap, pap, pumpum, we’s now out of the depressions and ting. We is not borrowing to cripples the next generation, you get me – we’s borrowing to build the infrastructuralls for them. Boom, selecta!”

The people knew not what to make of it. They were uneasy, but there was a semblance of chill across the kingdom. Then came word from Young Jim, head of the Great Iron Bank of Brettonwoodsiana that Gambrach had said to him many moons ago, that it was his wish for the Great Iron Bank to focus any relief it intended for the Kingdom on the north side of the 37 kingdoms.

Brethren, twas unchill like a snake swallowed a porcupine and shredded its own innards. “Aha! He hideth it no more! He sheweth it for all to see!” There was no gaddem chill.

Lady Zek Way, herself an alumna of the Great Iron Bank of Brettonwoodsiana, rushed to Twilistia to calm the Social Medianites. “Brethren, tis not what ye thinketh,” she proclaimed, “for GRIBB focuseth on North Easteros to remediate what the Haramites destroyed…”

Yea, there would have been chill. But FemCallamitus would never pass up an opportunity to show Gambrach how he was the most loving and worthy scribe. He also rushed to confront the Social Medianites and the Digital Perusites, screaming, “Ye gaddem haters! Ye gaddem wailers! May the gods punish una papas. Ye ignorant liars spawned of gaddem empty barrels. Ye knowest what thou shouldest do? You need to shovitupyouress! Haters, shovitupyouress!!!!

And just when it seemed the volcano of unchill could erupt no further, news reached the people that the royal consents Baruch purportedly received, of which he told E-Dawg to shovituphizzess, were given during the pretend reign of Pretend King Osinoshin. But Osinoshin gave no Royal consents…

The plot thickened and there was no gaddem chill in the land.

The Chronicles of Chill: The Puppyfication of E-Dawg

And so it was, after the Ipobusinian Waltz that nothing was heard further from Car Knoo. The people knew not whether he remained in the kingdom or had been forcefully transmogrified into glory by the marching healers of the King’s Battalion. And yea, did a decree go out from the King’s Palace in Bed Rock banishing the Ipobusinians and forbidding the mention of their name, for it was a word that aggravated the King’s Many Years Disease.

And behold, was word had yet again from Daisy Annie, through her law men, in the trials of Luko Skywalker and Ko-Ray the Jedi. “The Crown listeth me in these charges yet nameth me not as an accused. This is repugnant to my holy religious belief and I pray the court, in the name of all the gods of justice, to add me as a defendant, that I mayest clear my unjustly besmirched name.” But the King’s law men, of the Everly Failing  at Convictions Commission, knew they were everly failers and would need help in charging Daisy Annie. Hence, they demurred and the magistrate agreed with the Everlies.

It was in that day that word came to the people that the Kingdom was short of coin but there was no cause for alarm. This was because the Iron Bank of Boo Jar, under the headship of Mefilius, idiaminically been minting more to cover the deficit. For Mefilius was not an Obote man.

And the people asked, “Is this how the Jandinian Meisters are being paid for their tending to Gambrach?” Wherefore Lar-Yi came unto them, saying “Have ye not heard of public-private partnerships? Thus shall a king make use of public coin for his health and the details of his ailments remain private. Ask ye not this question ever again. Let them who are distressed by this fact climb up the highest peak of the rocks of zuma, dance the dance of one corner with the tree there and cast themselves off the rock, smashing their heads into smithereens. Selah.”

And as the people, unchilled, grumbled their protestations, the priests and prophets of Blog received secret revelations of a scroll of great bombast, from E-Dawg to Gambrach. And the prophets of Blog shewed the scroll to the people.

For many moons, E-Dawg had been quiet, hidden away from the public eye, diminished in swag and the people had wondered why. The answer was in the bombastic scroll. It read thus –

“Yo, Gambrach, my neezie, my king for life. How’s it hanging in your hood, bro? I’ve been tryna hook up witchu for a mad minute now but your goons be fencing me dawg. I ain’t mad at you, even though we was once two bruvas of the same kind, quick to holler at corruption with the same line; but then this niccur Baruch, mehnnn, you need to reign him in is all I’m saying. He needs to come correct.

“Now, we all know you made me the boss. I’m the big kahuna, the main connect, the uber distro. This Baruch dude is only a soldier. A king soldier, yes, but a soldier nonetheless. And you know, if I say Whoop, Baruch gotta come quick with the “there it is”. But dude ain’t like that no mo’. Doing deals, selling the yayo petrolatum without my say so, even though we all be knowing that ain’t how it’s supposed to go down.

“I told him, dude I am your boss, the first of my name, wearer of the unsullied blue chinchilla, swaggerrific in all my ways – you need to check that attitude and show me some gratitude. And he be like ‘Pssh, you ain’t shit!’. To my face, O triple OG King, to my damn face!!!

“Now, you know I ain’t no punk. I be making reforms up in this joint like you told me to. And I KNOW he ain’t getting the juice for abuse from you. So I just need to know, is I is or is I ain’t in charge here? Cos this niccur Baruch be stressing me, testing me, vexing me and damn near hexing me. You need to tell him to be nice to me and to bend his gaddem knee. You dig?”

And there was no gaddem chill in the land. For it was true that E-Dawg had been shorne of his swag. He was no longer E-Dawg. He was now E-Puppy.

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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.

 

The Chronicles of Chill: Pestilencio Ekutensis

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Brethren, there have been revelations. The Tword has been speaking but the profundity of the visions have been overwhelming. The challenge of writing them was too great. Yea, did the Chronicler break all his quills and spill all his ink in amazement. Behold, he had to order new parchment and writing material from the Amazonian forest in Bezos and lo, did they arrive in prime time.

And so, it was revealed that when Lar Yi and the Beacons of Lie[t] returned from Jandinia, they were in peak delirum, especially FemCallamitus, who broke out into song – “Yea, like a pussy cat, I voyaged to London to see my King. Behold, I thought he would grab me with passion, like the Trumpet of Trumpstantinople but alas he did not. And when I saw my King in Jandinia, what did I do there? Ask my wife and children, they know my face is scary in private. I frightened away all the little mice under my King’s chair! It was a glorious time, having Holy Communion with my lord the King and his Queen before we were asked to leave, so they couldest retire to their other room.”

And a sigh of relief spread throughout the Kingdom. The King was alive and at least in a state of outer bah your.  It was only for a brief moment however, as a group of people decided to tag hashes demanding that Gambrach either abrogate his absence or abdicate the throne. “Abrogate or Abdicate!” they declared, led by renowned Irish juggernaut, Chazz O’Puta.

The constabulary of the kingdom refused to stand for it and quashed every gathering of Chazz O’Puta and his posse with the entire gamut of armoury at their disposal. Chazz and his guys were much too violent. A more peaceful procession against the Abrogate or Abdicate protests received the full blessing of the kingdom, including a battalion of constables to protect them along the way. There was only one side of this divide with fine people. So Chazz went back to Ireland.

Not long after, a ripple spread across the Kingdom that Gambrach had left his confinement in Jandinia and was returning to the kingdom. Was this a triumph for Chazz O’Puta and the people of Abrogate or Abdicate group? It did not matter. For yea, the streets were full of people of the country waiting to catch a glimpse of their king. Lo, he came on clouds descending. And his chariots could scarcely move, for the people obscured the way. Chorusing, “Welcome! O, Yo-Yo! Welcome King! O Yo-Yo!” because of the way he had swung back and forth between the kingdom and Jandinia like a yo-yo since ascending the throne.

“Fear not, good people. Your King shall address ye on the morrow.” Gar Bar informed the people. And so they waited. Behold, the morrow was soon upon them, and Gambrach spake.

Dear Subjects, it’s been a mad minute, yo! Ye have had updates on my sense of hearing, my sense of standing and my sense of humour. I know that ye hunger and thirst for more. But yeah, piss off, mates [this is a slang I learnt far away in Jandinia]. You may now laugh for a few seconds.

“Now that the laughter is out of your systems, take ye heed, that I am alarmed at the behaviour of some of you in Social Mediania and Digital Perusia. Ye have listened to the bard Robin of Thicke so much, that all the red lines of the Kingdom are now blurred. Ye shall all go to specsavers [this is another Jandinian colloquialism, for the information of ye with no foreign exposure]. You may laugh again at my robust display of sense of humour but beware the espions I have sent out amongst ye. No longer shall there be careless whispers. Gambrach out.”

The people were in a daze. Was this the reward for their earnest and fervent prayer? Had the Many Years Disease and the new mystery affliction robbed the King of the warmth of his heart?

As they turned these questions over in their hearts, a loud shriek was heard in Bedrock. It was Gambrach, and all rushed to the Throne Room to see what had disturbed him so. The first to reach him was FemCallamitus.

“Oh my King, you shriek so good. If only the haters could hear your lovely shrieking now, they would know…”

“Shut up, FemCallamitus! Shut up! Can’t you see what’s going on?”

FemCallamitus took a closer look and saw a familiar set of mice and rats, looking up menacingly at he and Gambrach. It was the mice he’d frightened from under Gambrach’s chair in Jandinia and they had drawn a red line on the floor.

“My King, I shall frighten them away again. Lemme just…”

“You not fit!” declared the head rat. Apparently the rats could talk. This was also a surprise to the Chronicler. “Face no dey fear face for here!”

By now Lar Yi, Gar Bar and Gyretta had joined them in the Throne Room.

“What manner of disrespectful rat is this?” asked Gyretta. “Knowest thou not that this is a private throne room?”

“Your Majesty, this must be the work of our detractors” said Gar Bar.

Shut up!” said a second rat. “When FemCallamitus bring him face come porshue me and Dokubz from Jandinia, e no know say we must to rayvenjje?”

“Thou art called Dokubz?” asked Gambrach. “What is your name?” he asked the other.

“Sari. Na me and Dokubz dey command all dis rat we dey here.”

“Okay, Sari and Dokubz. How shall we get thee to call off your comrades?”

“We no need anything from una. In fact, we don dey go. But just so una nor go ever try us again next time una dey Jandinia, as we no fit dey under the chair there again, Gambrach sef no go siddon on top this one. Comrades! Drakaris!!!!”

Behold, the rats ate every gaddem thing in the Throne Room. Lo, was not remaining one scroll, apart from the Kwaraptia Intrusivo scroll regarding Balavida.

“The King cannot hold court in the throne room until we repair it”, said Gar Bar.

“But the people have been waiting for him to resume at court,” said Gyretta. “What shall we tell them?”

Then FemCallamitus spoke. “Ye know that we have not been plain with the people as it pertaineth to the affliction of the King and yea, did it heat up the polity. Behold, the polity is so heated up at present, that any further pressure would cause a combustion. Tis best we tell them plainly what has happened here.”

“They will not believe that rats spoke unto us”, said Gyretta.

“No, they are not that stupid,” said Lar Yi.

“Very well, we shall leave out the part of the talking rats” said Gar Bar. “I shall deliver the message unto the people. Good idea, for once, FemCallamitus.”

Then Gar Bar sent out the word from inside Bedrock, “Behold, ye people of the Kingdom, Gambrach thy King shall not sit in the throne room for now. He worketh from his private quarters. For while he was away, the throne room was devasted by rats and now we make repair.” And he smiled, expecting the people to be happy with the truth.

But how very mistaken he was. “Rats? RATS??? YE EXPECT US TO BELIEVE THIS SHIT OF BULL????”

Behold, they were incensed. And there was no gaddem chill anywhere in the kingdom.

 

The Chronicles of Chill: Voyage to Jandinia

There was a gnashing of teeth in the land as the spirit of Har Thy Known ravaged the Kingdom.

The people grew weary of the absence of their King and encamped around Bedrock to demand news of his ailment and what the meisters had said was the affliction.

The Beacons of Lie[t] in Bedrock sought to illuminate the minds of the people. “Have ye already forgotten the bootyliciousness of Daisy Annie?” they asked. “Are ye not bothered at the gajillions of shekels which we have shown ye somewhat that she stuffed into her booty?”

“Nay!” the people answered. “Give us news of what ails our king and when he returneth in his glorious and majestic swaggerliciousness. Pretend King Osinoshin is great guy but the kingdom drifteth further and further into pretence.”

So the Beacons sent one of their number unto the people, to speak with Thankful Peacock of the Char Knells. Her name was Gyretta, for she had a fondness for the white sap of gyration from the tree of the palm.

And Thankful Peacock asked her, “Dost thou not think the time has come for ye Beacons of Lie[t] to reveal the truth about King Gambrach’s health?”

And Gyretta replied, “Verily, we say unto thee with utmost veracity, the King recovereth everyday and as ye are witnesses, the Pretend King holdeth the fort.”

“What recoverest he from, though?” asked Thankful Peacock.

“A private ailment, gaddemit! The King is private guy in a public office, undergoing a private convalescence in publicly funded quarters, eating private food provided with public money, receiving private treatment from the Jandinian meisters at the public’s expense. It’s private, gaddemit, don’t you get it? Ye would do well to refrain from insulting him further with this quest for transparency.”

Yea, did Gambrach hear of her exploits all the way in Jandinia and commanded, “Let Gyretta come unto me, for she has done much heavy labour. She deserveth some rest. Let FemCallamitus come as well, for though he writeth gibberish, I know he doeth it for the love of the game.”

Behold, thus it was that the Beacons of Lie[t], namely, Lar-Yi, Gar Bar, FemCallamitus, Gyretta (the scribes of Gambrach) and Bee Ree (Gambrach’s Adviser on Those Who Had Seen The Light and Escaped the Kingdom) all got on a ship and sailed to Jandinia.

On arriving at the Jandinian Docks, they ran into many of the kings from the 36 kingdoms, who had also come to see the King.

“How is my beloved King, most Davidic, Solomonic and merciful?” asked FemCallamitus. It was King Ro Chazz of Imolek that answered, “Yea, our King is bam! And behold, his pet dog – SenseofHumour – is now so frisky, he has put it on a leash. Ye can scratch SenseofHumour behind its ears or tummy. Such a mischievous puppy, it filleth the room with laughter.”

“Oh, how I have missed SenseofHumour in Bedrock!” exclaimed Gar Bar.

“A word of caution though”, said King Jimobite of Oyossinia. “Ye must now pay an admission fee to gain an audience with King Gambrach.”

“Why?” asked Bee Ree

“Have ye not heard? His audiences are now managed by the famous Madam Two Swords establishment.”

“Our King is so brilliant. He earneth coin for the Kingdom even in his convalescence.” said FemCallamitus.

And so the Beacons paid the entrance fee to Madam Two Swords to see King Gambrach. Gambrach greeted them with a dazzling smile. While they had expected to see him wearing his brown robes of convalescence, they were overcome with joy seeing him in a holy white, majestic tunic. Lar-Yi was so overcome with joy that the spasms racked his body and he doubled over in rapturous pain.

“Outer Bah Your” said Gambrach, and Moborius emerged, clad in the Spartan Belts of Leonidas, and he quickly painted the portrait of the King and the Beacons.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, SenseofHumour jumped on Lar-Yi, licking his face as he wagged his tail in earnest canine playfulness. The whole room burst into laughter. “Ah, SenseofHumour” chuckled Lar-Yi, “I thought they said you’d been put on a leash now.”

Yea, did another puppy run into the room, this time rubbing itself against Bee Ree’s legs and rolling over on its back, indicating it wanted to be tickled.

“Your Majesty has a new dog?” asked Gar Bar.

“Yes. When the meisters commanded me to remain here until they released me, they realised that SenseofHumour, who had been doing so well, was going to be lonely. So they gave me another dog to keep him company.”

“What is this new dog called?” asked Gyretta.

“His name is Banters” replied the King.

And yea, did they revel in the presence of their lord. And when they emerged from his presence, filled anew with vigour and love, and the people asked news of the King, Lar Yi responded, “It pleaseth me to tell ye that the King is hearty. Behold his SenseofHumour and Banters were thoroughly on point.”

“ALL WELL AND GOOD, BUT WHEN COMETH HE BACK? WILL HE NOT EVEN SEND WORD TO US?”

And the Beacons of Lie[t] looked at each other and in unison, closed their eyes, stuck their fingers in their ears and said the magic words “Ne ne ne ne ne ne ne ne.”

Yea, did they vanish away from the people.

The people were incensed. And there was no gaddem chill.

Chronicles of Chill: The Bootyliciousness of Daisy-Annie

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Brethren, there continued to be unchill in the land. And across the Kingdoms, the people dared the gods, unmindful of the plagues of Gitis and flood with which they had struck the kingdoms of Gideria and Zamfarawayland for excessive illicit coitus. Yea, did they continue in their unbridled debauchery, breaking fornicatomatic records, pushing the needle of the fornicatometer to levels unseen since records began. And yea, did the gods unleash even an even greater deluge of floods upon the kingdoms. Behold, these floods were more dire than many had seen, submerging chariots. And the gods of subterranea were also vexed and regurgitated all the filth they had hidden and wawu, it was a fecund mess in the streets.

And the people cried, “Where is our King, that he might make intercessions and supplication unto the gods on our behalf? Oh, what a most useless and ineffectual king is Gambrach the Vanished!”

Their cries went unto Bedrock, into the chambers of the scribe FemCallamitus, who had been silent for many moons (having no gaddem king to or royal activities to record in the scrolls) and was green with envy at the acclaim that Dr Who, who was not even a courtesan, had received with his song in the Book of Face. Yea, had Dr Who received a commendation from Lady Yeeshah, as she joined her alto to Dr Who’s soprano.

“I have been silent for too gaddem long,” thought FemCallamitus to himself. “I am one of the top scribes of Gambrach my Lord and tis I who should write his canticles. When my King unvanishes, my song shalt be number one on the Gambrachian Griotic Charts. Yea, shall it be platinum.” And then he wrote, like a Kenneth Rojas.

Everyone considers him the worst King of the kingdom

He never stood a single time to prove the kingdom wrong

His Momma named him Gambrach but folks just called him Vanished

Something inside tells me, they’re reading Gambrach wrong

He’s weak like once King David was and spat on by Shimei

Shimei looked at David and concluded that he was dead

But like the sword of Abishai was given word by Sully

When my Gambrach cometh back, he’s going to chop your head. 

Gambrach my King, you remain the only one to save us all from trouble in the land; And even though you’re weak please don’t turn the other cheek, Oh Gambrach you are old but understand, you’ve gotta chop off heads when you’re a man.

And the people heard the song of FemCallamitus and laughed hard at his nincompoopery. Poopy Poopery.

And yea, in the midst of their mirth, news came to the people from Trumpstantinople of the booty of Daisy-Annie. You see, before Daisy-Annie became Gejoshaphat’s councillor for petrolatum, her booty was of a modest size. She had worked for Mollusca and her booty was nicely and judiciously oiled at the time. Lo, everything was nice and squeezy clean.

Alas, she met two men, whose actions contaminated the booty of Daisy-Annie. Their names were Luko Skywalker and Ko-Ray the Jedi. They promised Daisy-Annie a bigger and shinier booty if she used her powers as councillor to ensure they got the largest petrolatum harvesting fields of the kingdom’s petrolatum for their ventures.

Behold, she acquiesced to their request and maigheeeurd, did they inflate her booty. Not only did they fill her chest, they ensured she had the finest of castles and palaces.

However, the men were wreckless and spent like sailors. Alarmed, Daisy-Annie said to Luko Skywalker, “Spend not with such unchill. Why buyest thou a ship when thou canst hire it for only a short while?”

But Ko-Ray used his Jedi mind tricks on her. And she ceased in her admonitions. And yea, was her booty fattened even more such that her bootyliciousness breached the legal limit in Trumpstantinople.

“How much is this booty?” the people asked with great concern.

“It is a great and tremendous number.” said the Trumpetistani constables.

“How great and tremendous?” they pressed, “for we are wary of fake news from way down yonder.”

“Be assured the news is genuine and non-spicered. And ensure that ye are seated to hear the number, for it is several hundred millions of Trumpetistani shekels.”

“SEVERAL HUNDRED MILLION WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?”

The apostles heard of it. And there was not a gaddem speculum of chill in the entire kingdom!

​Notes from Westeros – what we learned from S7E1 by @EditiEffiong

Spoiler alert: if you haven’t seen Game of Thrones Season 7, Episode 1, stop right here
Game of Thrones returned on Monday morning (Sunday for the lucky Americans), and it is everything we were expecting. We said our reluctant bye byes in season 6 after Cersei mass murdered every Sunday School teacher in Westeros,  so it was only fair the new season opened with some mass murder. And lawd, they were murdered.
The season opener was perfect, surely left a taste for what is to come. These are my thoughts from the S7 E1.
Cersei has done some redecorating around the throne room. We may not like Cersei, but we can all agree, the place was due some sprucing up. We all love the new Kings Guard uniform.

The Seven Pointed Star has been replaced by a Lannister Simba, and the top King’s Guard uniform screams murder

 

Arya Stark loves killing people. Remember when she was about to kill Walter Frey, she’s said the last face he’d see is that of a Stark, smiling down at him. Smiling!
Then after murdering the entire Frey clan, guess what was on her face? A smile. And when she talked about killing Cersei? She laughed.
I’m really worried that the young Stark girl may be so far gone, only killing brings her joy. In which case, we’re in a lot of trouble, when she is done killing everyone on her list.

I just murdered a hundred Freys. So sway!

The Meisters of the Citadel really need to stop eating beans. One would think men so wise would learn to eat less laxative foods. Except they’re just eating beans to spite poor old Sam Tarly.

All this shit? For what???

 

Brienne really needs to move on from her crush on the golden handed Lannister, so she can see the love Tommund has waiting for her. Considering Tommund is heading away to the wall, and likely will die there, she needs to hurry. And hurry fast.

Brienne, ne ma nya

Who doesn’t love Lady Mormont? She’s everything Westeros needs right now, if the war against the Night King is to be won. And when the war is over, they should her bring the head of the Night King. But knowing Lady Mormont, she just might be the one to chop off the icy head of the Night King.

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Una too talk! If to say na me born the dragons ehn…!!!

And Cersei again. Often, we are forced to admit Cersei’s brilliance, even though she’s a downright despicable human being. But in this episode, she displays uncharacteristic naïveté in still thinking Tyrion, her brother, murdered Jeoffrey. And her pointless hatred for Sansa Stark beggars belief. It’s this naive, us-against-the-world attitude that convinces that when her end comes, not many will mourn her.

But then, this is GOT, and we’ve seen stories change. Who would have thought The Hound could become a meek, praying, vision seeing, brother of the light?

The Chronicles of Chill: The Mufassification of Lady Yeeshah

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The clouds of sexit continued to swirl over Dinobetes Mellitus. But the name of Abushola was a strong tower – the frighteous run into it and yea, they are saved. And Dinobetes loved Abushola with all his might – even more might than with which he flung Abushola into the air following his triumph at Conductivitis.

“Dinobetes, my ‘tack dawg” said Abushola unto Dinobetes, “fear not, for I shall save thee from the machinations of Yaya Bellows. Muahahahaha!

At the following sitting of the Senatii, where the senateens considered various matters afflicting the Kingdom (for the pretense of the pretend-reign of Pretend King Osinoshin had yea and thence become a long thing), they considered the petition of the Kogitarians against Dinobetes.

Deputy Warden Equerry Mah-Doo rose up to address the senateens and said unto them, “Fellow Nassholes! Lend me you ears. I come to bury Bellows, not to praise him. The evil that Bellows does will live long after him if we do not quash it straightaway. For behold, if Bellows shall bellow Mellitus away, what shall become of us? Senateens, I do move that we block this gaddem thing!”

“Thou hast spoken well, Equerry Mah-Doo”, said Abushola, “for the success of Bellows might embolden the puppet king I installed in Kwarapotamia. We shall not just block the gaddem thing. We shall kill it and lo, it shall be dead on arrival.”

And then another one of the Nassholes stood up, by the name of Nzuzu Iberibe. “Yo, fellow senateens, as long as we be the ones who taketh charge, shall we not also take charge of the whole gaddem kingdom? I move that we make Abushola the Theatrical Pretend King of the kingdom in place of Pretend King Osinoshin.”

Yea, were the senateens visibly excited by the prospect. But Abushola was a man of timing. “Chill niccurs. This ain’t the time. Though ye knowest that the throne is the ultimate desire of my heart but take ye heed that whoever rusheth to grab it may yet get his hands burnt. Or worse, cut off, in a fit of Wahala Morghulis.”

And while they chilled in senatii, there was no gaddem chill in the entire Kingdom, for the people were amazed at the gall of the nassholes.

Yet, Dinobetes was not satisfied and he instructed Michaelangelo, his mighty learned man of silk, to extract injuctio dawonduro before the magistrate. But the magistrate was not prepared to change the status quo. And lo, the Commisar of Electoralis carried on uninterrupted and in House Mellitus there was no gaddem chill.

Meanwhile, in the kingdom of Gideria, King Ambasalom was doing his best to transform the Kingdom into a megakingdom. Behold, all those of minds that were not daily renewed unto megakingdomness, yea did he smash their dwelling places and cast them into the lagoon. Gideria was going to be a megakingdom gaddemmit, and like his brother King Roe Chazz in Imolek, Ambsalom was spoiling with Giderians with utmost in infrastructural kingdomhood. But the people of Gideria were unmindful of the words of King Ree Yah of Zamfarawayland of the dangers of excessive fornication. And as they revelled, they fornicated and fornicated until their fornicatometer passed the spiritual watermark of 40 forns. And the gawds were displeased  with the Giderians and looked through their rolodex of plagues for which one to send unto them. And brethren, homygheeeeeurd, it rained and poured and there was a flood upon the land. But Ambasalom was unbothered, for as far as he was concerned, his Kingdom was one of aquatic splendor and yeah he poppeth the best casks of ale at the wedding of the the children of King Ku Mo of Ogunsinia and Bee Ree, Gambrach’s advisor for Those Who Had Seen the Light and Fled the Kingdom. And yea, it was turnt!

And while all this transpired, another senateen from the kingdom of Dunamis, sworn arch-enemy and arch-rival of King El-Farquaad, looked upon the affairs of the kingdom and overcome by the spirit of the tword, sang a lamentation unto the Kingdom, which was recorded in the Book of Faces.

“KAAAAASSSUUUUNNNNWENYAAAAAA YAMAYEEE SEEEMABBOOOO!!!!”

And the Social Medianites were like, “Say what, now?”

But the spirit was strong with the senateen, whose name was Dr Shey Who (or Dr Who for short). And he lamented again, “NANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABAAAAAA!!!”

The people were still confused. But then Dr Who sang  in the common tongue thus –

From the day he arrived in the Palace and thinking he’d end corruption, there was more to see than he ever did see, more to do than our Gambrach has done…

And now the jackals and hyenas and their wives – the hyenanas – are praying in doubt, when before they would shout, now scheming how to take the throne…

It’s the circle of weak!!! Which our Lion King will return to destroy and he’ll bring us joy. Yes he’ll take his place in the path unwinding…”

And Lady Yeeshah, wife of Gambrach the Vanished, saw the song in the Book of Face and herself began to prophesy. “Dry bones do live again, the prayers of the dog and baboon have been answered. The Lion King returneth and no longer shall he be called Gambrach the Vanished. He shall come back with the gift of the roar, descending with his Lion Guard, and his new name shall be Kion-Gambrach. And he shall put to shame Doc McStuffins, Sophia the First and all the sissy girls on Disney Junior. Behold, he shall chase the jackals and hyenas out of the Pride Lands. And the glory of Mufassa shall be risen upon him. Selah. ANYAMANISI NABABAII.

Brethren, ye knoweth the ending of the chronicle. Yes, indeed, the people looked around themselves in utter amazement and complete loss of chill. Behold, there was no gaddem chill in the entire kingdom.

Chronicles of Chill: The Voice – Season Two

The clouds of unchill continued to swirl over the Kingdom and behold a heavy thunderstorm of unchill rained down on the house of Dinobetes Mellitus.

Dinobetes had loved Abushola, the warden of senatii but hated the king of his own lesser kingdom, Kogitamia.

King Yaya Bellows of Kogitamia despised not being the beloved of Dinobetes. Yea, he saw Dinobetes grab Abushola and throw him in the air as he had thrown others before and hated that he the king had not been so royally manhandled.

And so he proclaimed, “Wahala Morghulis shall not end, for I shall unleash it on House Mellitus and have the people expel Dinobetes from senatii.”

Lo, did the men of Bellows traverse the kingdom collecting the signatures of the enfranchised. For it was the law of the land that if half their number petitioned the Commisar of Electoralis and affirmed their loss of faith in a member of the senatii at a referendum, the member would #Sexit.

“Maigheeeurd!” exclaimed Dino, as the petition of his constituents reached the Commisar. “What wouldst become of me if I sexit senatii? I must find a Pharisee versed in the law to save me.”

Yea, did he instruct Michaelangelo, a mighty man of the silk to counter-petition the courts on account of the men of Bellows breaking into tombs, placing quills in the decomposed hands of the dead and scrawling signatures on the petition. Necrocalligraphy at its peak.

And lo, it had been a season of fasting and prayer in the land. For 30 days, the people of the Great Prophet had fasted and as the 30 days ended it was time to break the fast with feasting and merriment.

It was the custom in the Kingdom for the King to declare the feast commenced and the people wondered if it would be the Pretend King that would speak to them.

But nay, Gar Bar, co-head scribe to Gambrach with FemCallamitus, announced that he was bringing an audial word from Gambrach.

And yea, the Lovengers were delirious.

And behold, the people gathered with their mats and popcorn all over the Kingdom to hear the voice of their long lost King.

Lo, was it like the time of Mah Roo, when he convalesced in Sah Oud and also sent an audial word unto the people, as Shegolas asked him, “Mah Roo, doth thou yet live & breathe?”

At last the hour of delivery came but yea, half of the people comprehended it not, as Gambrach spoke in the native tongue of the Fullanisters. It was a puzzlement. It was a formentor of unchill.

“Behold, the voice of thy King!” said Gar Bar.

But the people remembered the word of the singing prophets, Magic Système, which said “premier gâou n’est pas gâou…” and the words of former King of Trumpetistan, Giorgios Bushellopoulos, “…fool me twice, can’t get fooled again.” And they cried, “Noooo!!!!”

“Gambrach speaketh not with the rapidity of the audial. This audial was not punctuated with the kingly pauses and “uhhhh” of which our King speaketh. Furthermore, how be it that his first word to the kingdom in two score days and ten, wert not in Inglesius, which the whole kingdom comprehendeth? We shall not be deceived!”

And there was not a gaddem speculum of chill in the entire kingdom.