Chronicles of Chill: The Pursuit of Happyness

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Brethren, it was a monsoon of unchills in the kingdom and the floods and landslides were unrelenting.

In the constabulary of the Kingdom, many quadrannia ago, an elite squad was formed to combat the league of marauders ravaging the kingdom. The squad was known as the High Intensity Violence squad (or HIV, for short) and HIV was a fiery force of ferocious and phantasmagorical fiction. For lo, the people suffered at the hands of the HIV squad much more than the bandits did. The HIVs waylaid travellers, extorted hackney carriage drivers and were a pestilence that destroyed both by day and night. The cup of the people’s unchill overflowed and thus the hash was tagged copiously in Social Mediana to stop HIV.

The hash was tagged unto the ends of Digital Perusia, until it was picked up by the Jazzy Rah newsbringers. High Constable Heebra Driss tried to dismiss it as the orchestration of bandits but the National Association of Bandits and Marauders (NabAm) issued a proclamation that the HIVs were their friends. Thus it was that Heebra Driss announced a reorganisation of HIV. But the people would not have it. “Stop HIV today!” they protested and tagged, in their unchill.

In Kogitamia, land of Dinobetes Mellitus, under the kingship of Yaya Bellows, the spirit of compensatio non completus was upon the land and the wages of the people in the king’s service unpaid for many months. The people insisted the demon Missingstopheles had wreaked this havoc for 10 months but King Bellows and his attack dogs told them to STFU and stop being ungrateful, for it was but a mere 8 months, insufficient even for a woman to reach birth pains.

And yea, was there severe lack amongst the Kogitarians as the season of Yule came upon the kingdom, for the people were short of coin. King Bellows knew he had to do something to lift their spirits. “Come,” he said to his councillors, “we shall build a new palace! Be sure that no expense is spared.”

“Oh wise king! We kuku don’t have any expense to spare but we rejoice that his majesty wishes to build a palace to uplift the mood of his people.”

Behold, the palace was built and it was yuuuuuuuuge. Yea, did King Bellows proclaim it far and wide that the palace was to be declared open. And so his councillors approached him asking, “Sire, shall we now arrange how the citizens shall take it in turns to visit the Palace of Lifting Moods and indulge in its mood-lifting hospitality?”

Lo, did King Bellows emit a wicked and evil laugh, “Muahahahahaha!!! Ye fools! How thinkest ye that I would build this palace for anyone’s dwelling but myself!? No, no, no, no, no! Let the people look upon its sujimotic luxury so that happiness might kinetically crystallise in their hearts!”

The news came to the people and they were sorely unchilled.

“The king is the demon Missingstopheles! He is the spirit of compensatio non completus! For he took from us to make himself rich!”

“Nonsense!” replied the attack dogs of King Bellows. “The king was a man of unquantifiable wealth before electoralis. He needest not thy pittance.”

“For reals?” asked the people. “What was his occupation? Behold the scroll of the Wikipedians on him – it starts and ends with electoralis! There is a great unchill in our hearts!!!!”

King Roe Chazz beheld the great storms from his Kingdom faraway in Imolek and resolved yet again that his people needed to be happy. He too was a devotee of the spirit of compensatio non completus, forcing the retired Kingsmen and Kingswomen to forfeit portions of their coin of retirement. He thought deeply to himself, “I have given my people two beautiful erections of shining massive rigidity but lo, they are not titillated. Perhaps I have not yet gone far enough to bring them to a place of pleasure. Let me look into the recesses of my mind for something else. Aha! I shall create a council for Merriment and Coitus Fulfilment and dedicate the resources of the kingdom to their unbridled pleasure. Hmmm. But this is a huge task and of utmost importance. What greater gift can a king give to his people? I cannot leave this mission to just anyone. I can only appoint someone I trust implicitly. I shall appoint my sister, Lady L.O.L. for yea, have I prophesied that my people shall laugh out loud.

And thus it was that the new councillorship under Lady L.O.L. was announced. Brethren, Roe Chazz never hesperred the unchill that followed. “Thou appointest thy own sister? For coitus fulfilment? Thou are not only a despot, thou art a nepot!” the people protested.

King Roe Chazz was confused and asked his council, “Why do the Imolekites want to be unfortunate and become Imodiums? The spirit of Evrar is upon me and I want to give them my energie! Why don’t they want to tekkit?”

“Sire, perhaps it is the invasion of his majesty into their coitus that they protest. Perhaps, Oh King, Coitus Fulfilment should remain a private matter?”

King Roe Chazz knew at that moment that he had gawked, but what is a king if he cannot be imperial in his infallibility? “Coitus? Coitus?? Which one of you idiots misread my sublime thoughts? How could it be that I said Coitus Fulfilment? Geez! I said Core Torso. Core Torso. Yoga sturves. After ye makest merry, ye shall then do yoga to strengthen thy cores and torsos. Go and tell the people that they misheard.”

But it was too gaddem late.

And then, just when it seemed there could possibly not be any further unchill, Oje Marina swung wide his gates again and sent a message into Social Mediana for King Gambrach.

Oh great and just king. I wouldst have brought this message to thee myself but the haters around his majesty would then hand me over to the Everly Failing at Convictions Commission; and we cannot have that. O King, I am a great recoverer and a saver. Yea, have I saved the Kingdom more times than Ser De Gea against the arsenal of Wen Gar. Lo, the spirit of the Flow Rider is even upon me and I have and shall and wish to blow his whistle baby whistle baby. Be ye not perplexed if this is confusing, for that was my aim.

“And now in thy moment of dazzlement, I beseech thee. It is said of me that I stole a quadrillion shekels but yea did I, as a great recoverer, recover a gazillion in the quadrannium of King Gejoshaphat. And if thou wouldest let me, I would recover even more. And thou knowest thou needest all the coin possible for the coming season of electoralis. If thou wouldst only pay me half of a tithe of this gazillion and remove the paltry quadrillion which sullies my name, then in the words of the great prophet Christus Martina, I will try to fix you.”

Yea, did the people hear it. And lo, was there no gaddem chill in the land.

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The Chronicles of Chill:Gates of Oje Marina

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Brethren, there was no gaddem chill in the land.

From the north, beyond the shores of the Kingdom, in the faraway kingdom of Lee Biya, news came to the people that the long-banished scourge of the esclaviers had reared its head and many of the number of the amistadded were from the Kingdom of Gambrach. And they cried out to the King, “O Gambrach, deliver thy people!” And yea, did Gambrach reply, “Blessed are the subjects that dwell and remain in the sacred land of my most highness, for they shall abide under my almighty shadow and have no need for deliverance.”

And with that, he got into his winged chariot to depart for the Coasts of Ivory, where the Kings of the Kingdoms of Freekah gathered for their annual bout of exchanging pointless hot air – at the Freekahzoids Congress. For the first time in a very long time – Gambrach made sure that Moborius, his chief portraitist, was present to record the moment for posterity – Gambrach embarked on the voyage in the company of Shiwajun.

Behold, the people beheld Shiwajun, who had long since been cast aside by Gambrach and had grown increasingly unenthusiastic in his public support of Gambrach and exclaimed, “Wawu, electoralis must be just around the corner and Gambrach taketh Shiwajun to the land of the Magique Systemes, that they might learn how to deuxieme gaou the kingdom.”

Yea, while they were airborne did the gates of Oje Marina (of whose chronicles ye have read) lift up their heads and lo, were they swung wide. The gates of Oje Marina were larger and more swung wide than the gates of Darth Soukey. From his hideout of fugitvity, Oje Marina sent word into Social Media through the Char Knells, protesting his innocence, “O Gambrach, wise and just king,” he said, “if thou wilt keep my persecutors away from me, I will shew ye 3 gadrillion shekels, as I already shewed ye this year!” And the people exclaimed, “Whaaaaaat???? This year???? King Gambrach knew???”

Wherefore the Nassholes in their general assembly of senateens and lower senateens resolved to inquire into the matter. Yea, did they summon every gaddem sheriff and councillor in the kingdom that had been implicated by the gates of Oje Marina.

Behold, the Nassholes demanded of the Sheriff of the Borders, “Why apprehendeth ye not Oje Marina as he fled?”

“Because he holdeth Trumpetistani travel papers, O excellent Nassholes. And ye know that Trumpetistani travel papers are the most powerful in the gaddem global world – as ye all struggle to spawn thy offspring yonder. The Trumpetistani papers have a great and mysterious power, rendering all border sheriffs idiots at the sight of them.”

“This is true,” remarked the Nassholes, “okay, we must now demand of the Deliverance Squad Squadron – why couldst ye not deliver Oje Marina before he stupefied the border sheriffs?”

“Because, the raven bringing his name from the constabulary went on strike, O great Nassholes. And even though we saw him, we could apprehend him not, for lo he was not on our list of watching.”

“But could ye not sting him like ye stung the magistrates?” asked the Nassholes.

“Alas, we are useless at stinging, great Nassholes,” came the reply. “All the magistrates we stung are exonerated and walk free. We did not wish to partake in Oje Marina’s exoneration.”

“Okay, very wise. So we must now ask Lady Kem Shun – wherefore was Oje Marina receiving wages in the King’s service?”

“Me Nassy bredrens, da’ issa wicked lying tings, man. We check the bursary scrolls, innit fam, and I can tell you for reallz fam, manz did not see his name anywhere. Oje Marina issa rudeboi for real, but swear down yeah, we is not spending any of our important econominix money on him!”

And there was no gaddem chill, for even the Nassholes were perplexed.

Yea, it was in that day that King Yade-Ben of the Crescent Lakes kingdom, in the south of the land of Gambrach presented the coinage for the coming year to the Crescentlakians.

My people, behold thy Coinage of Telepathic Apparitional Manifestations. Yea, have I also encaptioned it the Coinage of Stalgmighty Stalactites. For even though a kingdom be blessed only with puny stalagmites and looks longingly upward at the stalagtites, yet with a cerebral, esoteric and time-warping king such as myself and only myself, the gap between the stalags may crystallise. I have no compunction at this junction about the unction with which I have been endowed to function. Yea and amen! Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of having only half of the money for the coinage, I shall fear no bankruptcy. For like still waters, I run deep. If ye believe this, turn to thy neighbour and say ‘uhn-hun, uhn-hun’!

The people could not believe their ears and looked at each other, stunned. They screamed in uncontrollable rage. And there was not a single gaddem atom of chill in the entire land!

 

The Chronicles of Chill: Tithuciary Chill of Olaf

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As ye already know, brethren, there was no gaddem chill in the land. But lo, in the seats of the synagogues, the priests observed a freezing in the tithuciary attitude of their supplicants. For a voice had risen in social mediana declaring as false their teachings on tithuthification. It was the voice of a man from Laiskeenia, named Olaf. Yea, did Olaf divide the words of the ancient scrolls, asserting a different path to justification.

The priests were perplexed, for they had grown accustomed over the decades to being neither touched nor done any harm. And their supplicants cried out to them, “Give us the word which putteth Olaf to shame!” But the word came not, as the priests denounced Olaf as a heretic. And Olaf was emboldened, saying “I stand on the articles of the faith which ye profess!”, to which the response from the priests, ex cathedra, was, “It is good that a man remaineth steadfast in tithuciary tithuthification, lest he fall under divine reproach.” And the people said, “Oh. Okay, then.”

The spirit of Flowing Rider was still upon the land but yea, there were fewer people who blew his whistle baby, whistle baby. To one of those bold enough to blow his whistle baby, revealing the 7th Bravo Chamber from which copious coin had been recovered, unto him was a reward promised. But after several moons, no reward came. And when the counsel to the man petitioned the Everly Failing at Convictions Commissions, Ser Magoo declared that the reward had long since been given.

But his counsel denied it, protesting to the Social Medianites and the Digital Perusites, “Behold, when he rolleth me up to me with his squad to seek my counsel on how to break into the 7th Bravo Chamber, twas I who prevailed upon him to pray to Flowing Rider that he might blow his whistle baby, whistle baby and let the Everlies know. Now he regretteth my counsel, for he and his homies would have regulated the booty.”

Yea, did the people then remonstrate with the Everlies, “Why behaves thou like Gambrach and the Apicureans, making promises which thou intendest not to keep?” And Lady Kem Shun heard the cry and came to the aid of the Everlies, “We is gon’ pay the dude, he just need a lickle bitty patience, innit?” And Sagacious, Gambrach’s counsellor for reducing graft, hearing the uproar could no longer carry on the deception. “I shall tell ye the truth, O people”, he said. “The truth is that the greatest High Priests in the kingdom have ventured into the supernatural realms over the 7th Bravo Chamber booty, and have seen that the booty stasher was remiss in his tithuciary tithuthification and behold a severe divine curse resteth upon the money. If any man partaketh of it at this time, yea he shall run mad unto the third and fourth generations.”

“Maigheeeurd!!!!” exclaimed the people, for they had never heard anything like that. And behold there was unchill. But there was more to come.

For lo, did word come unto the people that the apprentice centres for Gambrach’s armies would no longer admitfemale recruits. “Whyyyyy????” asked the people in consternation. “Because”, came the reply, “these women infuse the apprentice centres with sexiness and slay-queendom, distracting their male counterparts and rendering them dullards in training and surpassing them in intellect. Yea, this is all forbidden by the northerosi priests.”

“Tis most unfair,” protested the people. “Obey before complain,” came the reply from the generals.

Twas the reverse in the constabulary, where the High Constable, Heebra Driss had been accused of rapidly advancing the careers of the female subordinates with whom he was having frequent bodily congress. Incensed, enraged and boiling with uncontrollable anger, Ser Heebra confronted his accuser saying, “O thou ignorant, barbaric fool! How darest thou tarnish me with such defamatory insinuations? Thou sayest the female constables with whom I have coitus are rapidly promoted. What informeth thy surprise? Know ye not that my ejaculate maketh them wiser and giveth them uncommon strength? Art thou suggesting it should have retarded their progress? How very uncustard of you!”

And in their unchill, the people were so amazed.

In the kingdom of Nambria, electoralis was upon the land, as the quadrannium of Working Willie Wonka. Contending with him for the throne were Wonye West of Apicuria, Bazil Oka of Padipalia, Doka Cola of Upper Volta and Wingo Starr, formerly of the land of milk and honey.

Yea, did they gather before Thankful Peacock, political engager extraordinaire, to do verbal joust before the people, that by their words the Nambrians would know them. Behold it was a night of supreme oratory gladiation and at the end of it, the people yinmued at Wingo Starr and Wonye West. Wingo had only a beatle of a chance and Wonye had a Kar crashian of a night.

In Bedrock, Gambrach had been monitoring the joust in earnest. He was not much of jouster himself, having dodged the jousts at the end of the Gejoshaphatian quadrannium (he’d had a sudden bout of bone spurs) and watched the battle unfold in awe. At the end, he knew Wonye West was in trouble. He turned to Osinoshin and said, “tell them to ready the winged chariot.”

“Sire, thou goest to Jandinia again?” Gar Bar asked.

“No”, said Gambrach, “to Nambria.”

“Nambria!!!????” the courtesans all chorused in genuine surprise.

“Yes. And the Kingdom of Bonyi M, too.”

“Glorious, most beautiful King”, said FemCallamitus, “excellent King. I bow before your throne. Oh King, thou realisest that Bonyi M and Nambria are in…in…in…south easteros?”

“Yes! Now get the gaddem winged chariot ready and tell the Nambrians to expect me!”

“FUUUUUUNKEEEE!!!!” exclaimed Osinoshin.

Chronicles of Chill: The El-Farquaadian Purge

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Brethren, the flames of the saga of Oje Marina were fanned when Lady Yita, head of the King’s Service, revealed to the people that Gambrach was well aware of Oje Marina’s return to the kingdom. “Behold, after our weekly meeting of FECundity, I sought a moment to bring the news of the machinations to him. But yea, he believed I sought a moment of capture, for all he did was look around for Moborious, conjuring him forth with the ancient words, ‘Inner Bahyour’. Wherefore his surprise surpriseth me.”

And Kyocera, head of the King’s staff at Bedrock was livid. “Why tellest thou the people this lie? Confess, Gejoshaphat turneth thee, hath he not?” And all at the FECund could see Kyocera remonstrating with her before Osinoshin. “But the people believe me to have done nothing to stop it”, she protested. “Then why takest thou not the arrow for thy King?” asked Kyocera. “Because,” retorted Lady Yita, rolling her eyes, “ye wilt not ferry me to the Jandinian meisters for my wounds to be tended!!!” And yea, did the storm of unchill continue to rumble.

Thus it was, in that day, that Ro Chazz and the Imolekites expected anon the visit of Queen Uncleflower of the neighbouring foreign kingdom of Libarty. Queen Uncleflower was the first lady in the realm of Frikkar to win electoralis and had spent time as a warden of the Great Iron Bank of Brettonwoodsiana before ruling her people. But the people were alarmed nonetheless, for Ro Chazz was bound to unveil another of his erections.

Lo, this troubled even the scribes and handmen of Ro Chazz. “Oh great and wise erectile King, reconsider this plan, we beseech thee!” they pleaded. But Ro Chazz was adamant. “Wherefore shall I withhold my glorious erection for Queen Uncleflower? Is she not deserving of it?”

“Unbelievably so, sire” replied his goons, “but surely sire, in today’s world of Ser Wine Steene, a king must be careful.”

Yea, twas the day of Ser Wine Steene, mogul of the theatre in Trumpetistan. For his dramatisations, he had achieved great global renown but yea was he now renown for erectile revelations of sexosomatic and predatory nature. Lo, this distinction was not lost on Ro Chazz, for he said, “Behold, unlike Ser Wine Steene, my erection is built of concrete and metal, not flesh. And I shall reveal it to Queen Uncleflower. I am completely firm on the matter. It will be unsheathed!” So the scribes protested no further and shut their ears to the rumbling unchill.

In Boo Jar, it was time once again for Gambrach to present the coinage to the Kingdom. Alas, it coincided with the unearthing of the Shangrilarian Scrolls, wherein the secrets of the well-heeled were inscribed. And yea, did they shew that Mefilius, Warden of the Iron Bank of Boo Jar, together with his Irish mentor, Gym o’Veagh, had acquired winged chariots but had chosen to indicate their ownership in a Shangrilarian territory. Abushola, the warden of senatii, was also named in the Shangrilarian Scrolls. And lo, twas the ward of both Mefilius and Abushola that they remembered not their Shangrilarian affairs, as they suffered from amnesia taxomasis.

Behold, both were present as King Gambrach delivered the coinage to the people. Lady Kem Shun was also present, punctuating the King’s speech with the obligatory “Skraaaaa!!!” or “Boom!!!” or “Yes, fam!” to show her support for the King. Yea, did the King’s delivery last an hour and 9 minutes – and Gyretta was full of praise for the King, for he stood for so long. Even the King was proud of himself – “69 issa very good number, no?” he was heard to have remarked to his courtesans afterwards.

“Oh my King!” proclaimed FemCallamitus after the delivery of the coinage, “thou wert truly magnificent and full of splendour as thou…”

“Thou thinkest I seest thou not in deep slumber?”

“Oh no, my lord” replied FemCallamitus, displaying unusual quick thinking, “the truly open eye that beholdeth thy glory for too long shall wither and perish. Tis why my eyes were intermittently shut. Even Gar Bar’s too. Not so, Gar Bar?”

But Gar Bar had scuppered off, not wanting to be unevenly yoked with a slumberer. The eye that loveth Gambrach neither slumbereth nor sleepeth, he thought to himself, behind the curtain.

And even as the Lovengers proclaimed the greatness of the coinage, the wailers of the kingdom and taken their fine toothcombs and magnifying glasses to pore over its details, and twas clear that there was a huge deficiendo fiscalimensis therein. It could only be plugged by resort to borrowing. Yea, even  Melancholy’s, the global raters of coinage, saw it and warned all the Iron Banks of the world to be wary of the Kingdom of Gambrach.

Naturally, this warning was protested by the King’s Treasury, under the wardenship of Lady Kem Shun. “Nah, mates. We is not agreein wiv the warning from Melancholy’s, ya get me blud? Like’ it’s just their opinion, innit? If it’s just because of the borrowing ting, fam, everybody borrowing though, nuffing new there bruv. If we is doing the quick maffs and paying back as due and all, then Melancholy’s is wrong yeah? And anyway,miss me wiv taking financial advice from peoples whose names means sad, grim and gloomy. My synonyms game is hot, fam!

And the unchill continued to rumble on.

In the El-Farquaadian kingdom of Dunamis, a great unchill was afoot. Momodeen, relative by marriage and boy to bard Samuelo, oracle to the privileged elite, precursor in imagery to Moborius, had foretold of the abandonment of Gambrach by Shiwajun and his westerosi squad. King El-Farquaad believed Momodeen and knew that he had to do something drastic to keep the westerosi allegiance. So he summoned his council for them to have a thunderstorm of brains.

“How shall we appease the westerosi?”

“There is no appeasing them, my Lord. Just see how greatly thou art despised of the Social Medianites.”

“Even unto the intellectuals?”

“Yea, even unto the sapiosexuals, great King. Take no heed of them, my liege, for they thrive only on garrulous verbosity and being sesquipedalian.”

“Hmmmm,” thought King El-Farquaad, “can we not make our kingdom sesquipedalian and flood Social Mediana and drive out these heretics?”

“Yes, but how does this preserve the treaty with Shiwajun and the westerosi, o King?” asked one councillor, to which another replied, “When they see that we are now, uhm, sexy pedallions, they might have a rethink.” He did not understand why there was such a loud outburst of laughter. But he was right.

So, King El-Farquaad sent out an edict that all tutors in the King’s Schools were to be tested for competency. And after they were examined, yea did the number that fell short amount to a thousand score.

“My Lord, shall we conscript the failures into our army? For they shall make up 20 legions easily.”

“We have no army, imbecile. Only the great throne has an army attached to it.”

“Pardon me my Lord. Shall we retrain them, then?”

“Squire,” replied the King, “how shall a seamstress that knoweth not how to thread a needle be retrained? Nay. We shall hire new tutors. And we shall banish the totally failing tutors from the King’s schools. Purge the Tutelage.”

“Banish 20,000 tutors, sire? Twenty thousand????”

“Did I stutter?”

Behold, the news came into Social Mediana and unto the Digital Perusites. And there was no gaddem chill, nary a jot or speculum of it, in all the land!

 

 

 

 

The Chronicles of Chill: Oje Marina

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Brethren, we commence this Chronicle with a Nollywoodianic flashback to the quadrannium of King Gejoshaphat. In that day, there was a Sheriff of Pensions known as Oje Marina, for everything about his story was unbelievable. There was nothing that was said about him that was not fantastic. Thus it was that the Kalahari Newsbearers broke the news that Oje Marina had catapulted One Hundred Billion shekels from the Kingdom’s pensions to some unknown destination.

Yea, when Gejoshaphat heard of it, he was furious and could not contain it. Marina was stripped of his Sheriffship. Behold, the Everly Failing at Convictions Commissions could not take it either, and they sent their very finest bloodhounds to sniff Marina out. Oje Marina knew the game was up and said unto himself, “behold, I am in the deepest of shits. Yea, shall I flee to Doo Bahee, where others like Lord Farquaad before me have also sought refuge.” And lo, did he send himself into exile.

Now again in Nollywoodianic manner shall we return from our flashback, to the era of the quadrannium of Gambrach. For news came to the people that Oje Marina had been restored to his Sheriffship and appointed to an even higher command under the Zazu, the dodo, Gambrach’s councillor for domestic matters.

But even though it was Oje Marina, the people believed it not. “Surely, it canst not be, that a common thief would be restored to nobility in the Kingdom,” they said. Alas, it was to be the wawu of wawus, for not only was Marina back, it was with the connivance of Bar Kar, Gambrach’s Head Pharisee and chief lawman (though many were beginning to think the last ‘n’ was silent).

And there was no gaddem chill in the land. For even the Lovengers that remained were aghast. “Surely, he that cometh to save the Kingdom, Gambrach our messiah, who neither slumbereth nor sleepeth save for when he voyageth to Jandinia, is aware of this mendacity ,” they wondered.

Yea, did the cries of the unchilled reach Bedrock, where Gambrach had just returned from Constantinople, where he had done nothing and achieved nothing. “Marina canst not be my super sheriff,” it was said that Gambrach said. “Ye shall banish him from my majestic service immediately!”

But this was Oje Marina. His story was made up of the completely unbelievable. Thus did his kinsmen summon all the newsbearers of the kingdom to reveal the position of their golden circle. “People of the Kingdom, Citizens of Social Mediana,” said Li Quan Yu, their spokesperson, “this news confuseth us, the kinsmen of Marina. For twas at the behest of the sheriffs and councillors of Gambrach that Marina returned from his exile. For yea, they saw him as one of uncommon wit and wisdom, whose acumen they were needful of. Behold, twas them who asked him back to give them the sense of which they were in great lack and yea did they assign men of the Deliverance Squad Squadron to protect him.”

And the people, sore unchilled, erupted. “Are the councillors of Gambrach bereft of neurological functionality?” they asked. “How seek they counsel from Oje Marina? How can anyone with half a brain believe Oje Marina?”

The scribes of Gambrach were alarmed. Lay Si attempted to distance himself from FemCallamitus and Gar Bar as usual, but they refused to fall for it on this occasion. It was grave, for even FemCallamitus knew that yet another canticle of posterior-kissing praise to Gambrach would do no good on this occasion. For once though, he had a useful idea. “Blame it on Gejoshaphat,” he said.

“But Gejoshaphat expelled Marina from the Royal Sheriffs,” said Lay Si.

“Aye,” said FemCallamitus, “but thou knowest he is the source of all Gambrach’s troubles. For Gambrach is as fragrant as the lily of the valley; as shiny as the bright morning star, as resplendent as the rose of shar…”

“SHUT UP THY GADDEM MOUTH!!!!!” shouted Lay Si and Gar Bar in unison. And FemCallamitus went off to sulk in the corner. “I shall go to the people,” Gar Bar decided.

Lo, did Gar Bar go into Twillistia, Digital Perusia and Social Mediana to proclaim a new message to the people on Marina. “People of the Kingdom, lovers of Gambrach, lend me thine ears. The evil that Gejoshaphat does lives long after his quadrannium, for tis because of him and his moles that Oje Marina returneth to the Royal Sheriffs.”

But the people did not believe Gar Bar. “Swearragahd dudes,” said Gar Bar, “this is the work of Gejoshaphat and his fifth columnists, for Gambrach is a …”

Alas, Gar Bar could not finish his sentence, for an angry citizen had thrown a rotten tomato into his mouth. “We know tis Oje Marina. We shall believe you not!”

Yea, did Gar Bar return to Bedrock with the news to Gambrach. “My liege, it seemeth that the people believe no more anything which we say.”

“But ye are my scribes, and I am Gambrach the Great, first of my name, conqueror of za ozza room, unsullied by the times. Yea, like the Trumpetistani bard Tee Eye. am I Allergic to the counterfeit and impartial to the politics, inarticulate, but still wallahi, I grab a corrupt nuccur by za collar quick!”

“Your Majesty, wallahi, that currency is all spent now. The people believe us no more and yea, is there not a jot of chill to be found in the kingdom.”

And truly, there was no gaddem chill in the land. Behold, not a gaddem speculum was to be found.

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.

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: 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.

The Chronicles of Chill: Abusholan Victory & End of Wahala Morghulis

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Lo brethren, a black spot of Wahala Morghulis had been delivered to Abushola and yea was a voice raised against him in Conductivitis and behold the Warden of senatii was charged with crimes of declarations in anticipation of milk and honey.

Yea, did the travails of Abushola linger and behold he tried his utmost to have the charges quashed. Daily he appealed the continuation of proceedings, alleging “whenst Shiwajun came before thee, didst thou not grant him the benefit of explicatio nigbatimensis? Why wouldest thou not extend me the same courtesy? Am I not also of ruling stock?”

Wherefore Shiwajun cackled and the furnace of the Wahala Morghulis was stoked.

And again, Abushola would petition all the courts in the land, repeatedly beseeching the magistrates for a way out of the Wahala. And again, they would send him back to Conductivitis. “Thou shalt answer for thine anticipation of milk and honey.” And Abushola did not relent. Yea was he relentless in seeking to avert justice, for nearly 24 moons.

Finally the day of judgement was at hand. The quills of the Kalahari Newsbearers told of clandestine meetings and facilitations between the men of Abushola and the heads of Conductivitis. Behold, Abushola was pronounced relieved of his duty to defend himself, as the prosecutors, ably supported with testimony from the Everly Failing at Convictions Commission, were held not to have established a gaddem thing.

Behold, there was no chill in the land, as across the land, the death knell was sounded again for the battle of Gambrach against graft. But the heart of Dinobetes Mellitus was full and joyous, for he was a great stan for Abushola. And yea, did he pick Abushola up and throw him into the air – for it was said that he was well-practiced in human projectility.

And Abushola’s head squire, Banksamakemdance came into the streets with news of the attempted perversion by Worh Ray of the Kalahari Newsbearers. Yea, did he allege that Worh Ray had sent emissaries to demand one million trumpetistani shekels to recolour the news they bore of Abushola.

“And how didst thou respond?” the people asked Banksamekemdance.

“I kicked his emissary into the well, screaming, ‘Thisch! Isch! Twillistia!!!’”

Behold, all the Twillistians and Social Medianites shouted in acclaim of Banksamakemdance, “Awhoo! Awhoo!! Awhoo!!!”

It was in this time, or thereabouts, that Gar Bar, scribe of Gambrach, long since in a purdah of silence, emerged to declare a message from the King. Or from the office of the King. Or from the bed of the King clothed in his brown robes of convalescence and his white cap of mystical holiness in Jandinia. Or from somewhere purporting to be associated with the King. For the people had not heard directly from the King in over 6 moons.

“Behold the proclamation of King Gambrach, most divine majesty, conqueror of all afflictions including the Many Years disease, that the unsigned coinage of the Kingdom is most unbeneficial to the affairs of the Kingdom. Yea is the Kingdom halfway through its pecuniary year and behold have we been side-tracked in our most holy crusade against unclean graft. And now, the King giveth his permission to Osinoshin, who remains only the Pretend King, to endorse the coinage.”

Then, Pretend King Osinoshin signed the coinage of the kingdom. And it was a great day of pomp and ceremony. And the golden quill of coinage signing of Bedrock was retrieved from its holy ensconcement.  And the naysayers proclaimed, “Aha! All ye who seek Gambrach on the pretext that the Pretend King doth not pretend sufficiently. Behold his glorious signage of the coinage. Leave ye our Gambrach to convalesce in peace!”

But the people asked again, “Where is King Gambrach?”

And a famous man known as Thankful Peacock of Charr Knells also asked the question of Lar Yi. “O, Lar Yi, Councillor for the Propaganda, where stayeth our king?”

“His wife returneth anon from Jandinia, and she proclaimeth him in good recovery. And verily I say unto ye that I believe her.”

Thankful Peacock pressed further. “But doth thou know his condition? Is it the Many Years Affliction? The people deserve to know!”

“I know now except what his wife sayeth. And also that Osinoshin maketh contact with him daily.”

“Oh wow. Daily?”

“Yes! The Pretend King and the Vanished King converse daily!”

“Oh, tremendous. If the Vanished speaketh to the Pretence, perhaps he might yet speak to his people.”

“Let us watch and pray.”

And yea, as they watched, news came from the mini-olympiad in Oz-Low, not very far off from Jandinia, that a lady athlete from the Kingdom was contesting in the Jumpathon. Behold, she was a big blessing unto the Kingdom for many years and her name was Kah Ray. And Kah Ray ran for the jumpathon with tremendous speed, some say propelled by a special breath from Gambrach in nearby Jandinia. And yea, Gambrach breathed too hard, for the breath propelled her forward, but not the wig with which she covered her head. Gheeeurd, did the wig fall backwards as she landed. And man, there was no gaddem chill across the many kingdoms of the world.

 

The Chronicles of Chill: The Frabanian Sabbath of the Ipobusites

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There continued to be a mild discontentment in the land as the people heard not from their king. During his previous visits to the Janidinian meisters, there would be a flurry of visits from his courtiers and councillors, Shiwajun and Yeesha, and so on, all of whom would return with images of King Gambrach in his armor of Jandinia – his brown robe of convalescence and white cap of mystical holiness.

Yea, the Lovenger Scribes were silent. FemCallamitus had already written many Magnificats and Gar Bar had retreated into Pur Dah. Lay Si asked the sons of men who the Haramites would have stood for in electoralis, to the consternation of the people, but there was word from Lar Yi.

“The King remaineth in full control of the Kingdom. He speaketh to his council daily, even unto me. We come to the garden while the dew is still on the roses and voice we hear falling on our ear our lovely king disposes – and he walks with us and he talks with us and he tells us we are his own” he said.

“Then why speaketh he not with us?” the people asked Lar Yi.

“Well, maybe ye are not his own.” replied Lar Yi, full of sycophantic fervour.

And in that day came a man named Car Knoo. Car Knoo had returned from exile in Jandinia to raise a new tribe called the Ipobusites. And yea, was he a prophet, priest and leader unto his followers. Behold, he called for the land in the East of the South to be removed from the Kingdom, as it was sought to be in the day of Joo Kwoo.

For this, the Deliverance Squad Squadron delivered him into the dark dungeons of Kee Ree for 12 months, with only a semblance of a trial. Thrice did the magistrate order that he be released on bail and thrice did all the forces of the kingdom unlook. And yea, finally, in the vanishment of Gambrach from the kingdom, Car Knoo was released. And the Ipobusites rejoiced at the release of their prophet and high priest.

The other inhabitants of the kingdoms in the East of the South looked on in amazement at the growing tribe of the Ipobusites. Behold, the Ipobusinian priest called for all in the lands to observe a Frabanian Sabbath and not put hand to the plough, or seed in the soil, or seed in the hoo-ha. Yea, did all comply, Ipobusite and non-Ipobusite alike.

This thoroughly vexed the young Rewan men in the North, for Gambrach, their own High Priest and Saviour King was gone and it looked as if the kingdom would fall into the hands of Oshinoshin. And so they declared persona non grata all personas born in the East of the South of the Kingdom. It bore an uncanny resemblance to the season of Joo Kwoo and the Great Frabanian War.

And there was no gaddem chill in the land.

Lo, the people cried against the Rewanian Proclamation. “Oh, if only King Gambrach were here to unleash the dog and the baboon on these Rewanian Youths! Where is our King?”

And as sure as the sun riseth, the Lovengers lined up to defend the throne. “Why cry ye for Gambrach, when he handeth over the kingdom to Pretend-King Osinoshin?”

“But Osinoshin pretendeth too much and taketh the pretence too seriously. He pretendeth so much that he signeth not the coinage nor sweareth in the emissaries to foreign lands, nor the new councillors. Yea, tis as if this is an episode of whose line is it anyway? Is Gambrach still in Jandinia?”

Behold, at that very moment in Jandinia, Mei-Mei, the Queen’s first minister, leader of the Conservatories, full of the spirit of hubris, declared electoralis upon the kingdom. So sure was she of victory, that she freely mocked Kor Bin, leader of the Laboratti. And yea, was there a gaddem ripple throughout the cosmos, as Kor Bin and the Laboratti made gains and reduced Mei-Mei’s seats of strength and stability.

And the Lovengers of the Gambrachian provinces lamented with the Conservatories, saying, “if only Gambrach had appeared to Mei-Mei in his brown robe of convalescence and white cap of mystical holiness, yea would he have bestowed upon her his Katsinian and Kanonic voter magic to ensure her victory”. Alas, he was nowhere to be seen. And the people cried out yet again, “Where is our King? Is he even in Jandinia?”

And the Prophet Car Knoo spoke to the people saying, “it mattereth not whether thy king liveth in Jandinia or here or not. For my kingdom is at hand. And it shall be a great and awesome kingdom, never before seen. It shall bring a sabbath of awesomeness unto the land. Tremendous, like the Trumpet. Frabania lives – in Joo Kwoo, in me and in you! Behold, I have said it.”

And by gheeuurd, there was no chill in the Kingdom.