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genessia2014-05-09 09:51 am
couchkiller) wrote in genessia2014-05-09 09:51 am
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Dream of the King
WHO: King Hippo, OPEN!
WHAT: King Hippo dreams of his perfect world. You probably don't want to be here.
WHEN: May 8th, 2014 - Night Time Dreams
WHERE: King Hippo's headSHIT RUN RUN AWAY NOW HOLY SHIT GET OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID IDIOTS
The island King Hippo hailed from was a tropical paradise. There was always plenty of good food to eat, and it showed in the villagers with their plump and cheerful faces. And the plumpest of all was their king.
Home was even better than he remembered. He was surrounded by piles and piles of food, from platters of roasted turkeys with piles of hot buttered potatoes, to multiple-layered cakes dripping with rich frosting. He ate some of this. He ate some of that. He spat out the seeds, and tossed bones over his shoulder. Eggplant Wizard was there, coaxing monster vegetables into creation that were promptly fried and seasoned by the village's top chef.
As for Hippo himself, his awesome girth was supported by a huge gold throne, intricately carved to look like Little Mac was holding up the boxer on his back and smiling as if Mac couldn't possibly wish to serve in any other way. That's right, King Hippo was the supreme champion! An ermine-lined cloak was draped around his big blue shoulders, a jeweled scepter clutched in his boxing glove.
"MORE BACON!" he roared.
And it came on a large silver platter, served by Mother Brain herself. "Why King Hippo! You're looking as glorious as EVAH today! I'm so glad I let you rule instead of me!"
King Hippo nodded sagely. He knew all of that. And now that he was well fed, he needed some entertainment. "Where's Captain N? It's time for his daily laser beam shooting!" This was the second best part of the day.
WHAT: King Hippo dreams of his perfect world. You probably don't want to be here.
WHEN: May 8th, 2014 - Night Time Dreams
WHERE: King Hippo's head
The island King Hippo hailed from was a tropical paradise. There was always plenty of good food to eat, and it showed in the villagers with their plump and cheerful faces. And the plumpest of all was their king.
Home was even better than he remembered. He was surrounded by piles and piles of food, from platters of roasted turkeys with piles of hot buttered potatoes, to multiple-layered cakes dripping with rich frosting. He ate some of this. He ate some of that. He spat out the seeds, and tossed bones over his shoulder. Eggplant Wizard was there, coaxing monster vegetables into creation that were promptly fried and seasoned by the village's top chef.
As for Hippo himself, his awesome girth was supported by a huge gold throne, intricately carved to look like Little Mac was holding up the boxer on his back and smiling as if Mac couldn't possibly wish to serve in any other way. That's right, King Hippo was the supreme champion! An ermine-lined cloak was draped around his big blue shoulders, a jeweled scepter clutched in his boxing glove.
"MORE BACON!" he roared.
And it came on a large silver platter, served by Mother Brain herself. "Why King Hippo! You're looking as glorious as EVAH today! I'm so glad I let you rule instead of me!"
King Hippo nodded sagely. He knew all of that. And now that he was well fed, he needed some entertainment. "Where's Captain N? It's time for his daily laser beam shooting!" This was the second best part of the day.