episode 1
the crown prince sat in the throne room with his subjects surrounding him. surveying those around him, he pondered about the power of his empire, and the influence he had over his subjects. they were enjoying each other's company in his castle, they loved him and his company, they loved his castle, they loved his rule. they respected him and eagerly anticipated his coronation.
it has been a long day for the crown prince, entertaining his subjects. they were the closest people to him and they were the richest, most respected, the most happening, the coolest, the most beautiful and the most influential in the land. all the minor lords and peasants looked up to them and wished they could be like them. he felt tired and took a sip of water.
looking up to his servant, he asked for a mirror to do a spot check on his hair. staring into the mirror, he marvelled at how cool he looked, with his super spiked up hair. could anyone be more beautiful. sure, some thought he was a poser and act cool, but seriously, a crown prince to the throne must look good. like me, he told himself. he asked for some wax and touched up his hair. splendid, he remarked, and thanked his servant for his help.
the crown prince loved looking good. and he loved looking better. he knew he couldnt do anything to his face (what on earth is plastic surgery?) but what he lacked in the face department, he could cover up with his hair. he had an outrageous hairstyle. he waxed his full locks into a super spiked hairstyle, and he was famous in the land. the older lords commented on how childish the hairstyle was and told him a king in the making could not have such hair, but he filled his court with like minded nobles, who had great taste in fashion, great love for pleasure, and great pride in themselves. moreover, he was a great sportsman, and he felt the hairstyle made him look fearsome in combat. and he looked cool anyway. the coolest hairstyle in the land.
the crown prince was throwing a party, helped out by one of his favourite subjects, techno boy. techno boy was a expert in the field of party holding, having experienced holding parties in many different embassies before. the crown prince and techno boy were teamates on the field too. two other teamates, the hobbit and the rock would help out. this party was to be a great one, for all his subjects to enjoy themselves. it would last a week. the crown prince felt that work, and studying (he was young, and royalty must be knowlegeable) was to be put off as much as possible. life was about pleasure, sport, and well... ..looking good. he was all 3, wasnt he.
this party was to be big. he was going to have a visitor, an old friend, the mongoloid and his friend. visitors from afar always excited the crown prince, as he had a chance to show the outside world how cool he was. so he went all out for this event.
the crown prince was bethrothed to his princess, playgirl for a while. playgirl was one of the hottest properties around, and crown prince felt very happy he finally got together with playgirl. he loved playgirl more than anything in the world, and moreover, she was such a hottie who gave him pleasure everywhere, including in public, in places like the library, where they study, and the dining hall, where they hang out sometimes when they're free.
now playgirl went up to crown prince and whispered something in his ear. he raised his glass and spoke.
"lords and ladies, the night is not young. we should get rest while we can, before the party starts. a toast to all of you, goodnight!"
after finishing his drink he retired to his quarters with playgirl.
it has been a long day for the crown prince, entertaining his subjects. they were the closest people to him and they were the richest, most respected, the most happening, the coolest, the most beautiful and the most influential in the land. all the minor lords and peasants looked up to them and wished they could be like them. he felt tired and took a sip of water.
looking up to his servant, he asked for a mirror to do a spot check on his hair. staring into the mirror, he marvelled at how cool he looked, with his super spiked up hair. could anyone be more beautiful. sure, some thought he was a poser and act cool, but seriously, a crown prince to the throne must look good. like me, he told himself. he asked for some wax and touched up his hair. splendid, he remarked, and thanked his servant for his help.
the crown prince loved looking good. and he loved looking better. he knew he couldnt do anything to his face (what on earth is plastic surgery?) but what he lacked in the face department, he could cover up with his hair. he had an outrageous hairstyle. he waxed his full locks into a super spiked hairstyle, and he was famous in the land. the older lords commented on how childish the hairstyle was and told him a king in the making could not have such hair, but he filled his court with like minded nobles, who had great taste in fashion, great love for pleasure, and great pride in themselves. moreover, he was a great sportsman, and he felt the hairstyle made him look fearsome in combat. and he looked cool anyway. the coolest hairstyle in the land.
the crown prince was throwing a party, helped out by one of his favourite subjects, techno boy. techno boy was a expert in the field of party holding, having experienced holding parties in many different embassies before. the crown prince and techno boy were teamates on the field too. two other teamates, the hobbit and the rock would help out. this party was to be a great one, for all his subjects to enjoy themselves. it would last a week. the crown prince felt that work, and studying (he was young, and royalty must be knowlegeable) was to be put off as much as possible. life was about pleasure, sport, and well... ..looking good. he was all 3, wasnt he.
this party was to be big. he was going to have a visitor, an old friend, the mongoloid and his friend. visitors from afar always excited the crown prince, as he had a chance to show the outside world how cool he was. so he went all out for this event.
the crown prince was bethrothed to his princess, playgirl for a while. playgirl was one of the hottest properties around, and crown prince felt very happy he finally got together with playgirl. he loved playgirl more than anything in the world, and moreover, she was such a hottie who gave him pleasure everywhere, including in public, in places like the library, where they study, and the dining hall, where they hang out sometimes when they're free.
now playgirl went up to crown prince and whispered something in his ear. he raised his glass and spoke.
"lords and ladies, the night is not young. we should get rest while we can, before the party starts. a toast to all of you, goodnight!"
after finishing his drink he retired to his quarters with playgirl.
posted by daniel at 18:50
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