A lord from the 1300s becomes sole ruler of the world in the 2000s imagined in the year of 2654
"Reset the winners!"
"Reset the winners!"
"Reset the winners!"
A crowd cheers outside the villa in the valley. From the inside, a waterfall of sweat fell from the cliffs of nervousness, the forehead of Mr. Connors.
"o, crowd, you drive a hard burger."
He mumbled to himself, as he realised he had to shift back and be human. One more peek from behind the curtains allowed him to spot the yellow witch among the crowd, further fueling his inner engine of nervousness. He could even hear her:
"I have a letter for youuu~"
Mr. Connors did not desire for any letter. Especially not from the yellow witch from whom he had earlier received a myriad of love letters. Darned magic-users write thousands of pages merely by the flick of a wand.
With a flick of his dick, his naked body donned itself a magnificently colourful and radiant tracksuit (in velour) that without even itching, tightly embraced and perhaps even tickled him as if he wasn't wearing a thing!
He stood there. The crowd stood there. The yellow witch stood there. Awestruck.
"It is of lookings like you have eaten more than you can digest!" he engaged the crowd.
None knew how to react. Confused looks vectored across the scene: What was it with their beloved Mr. Connors? What was he saying? This doesn't seem like the Mr. Connor we know! This must be fraud!
"o, crowd, I am merely of jest!" A sigh of relief from the crowd.
"I have news for you, my humble subjects. From here on and now we must show our gratitude to the world around us. No longer shall they be known as mobile-phones. Rather, we shall refer to them as 'long-distance-communication-powers-granted-by-the-spirit-of-mountain-and-flow-and-water'.
No longer contact-lenses, rather 'eagle-eyes-provided-by-ye-olden-rock'. Furthermore, Prima-Nocte is from now on a thing"
"Reset the winners!"
"Reset the winners!"
A crowd cheers outside the villa in the valley. From the inside, a waterfall of sweat fell from the cliffs of nervousness, the forehead of Mr. Connors.
"o, crowd, you drive a hard burger."
He mumbled to himself, as he realised he had to shift back and be human. One more peek from behind the curtains allowed him to spot the yellow witch among the crowd, further fueling his inner engine of nervousness. He could even hear her:
"I have a letter for youuu~"
Mr. Connors did not desire for any letter. Especially not from the yellow witch from whom he had earlier received a myriad of love letters. Darned magic-users write thousands of pages merely by the flick of a wand.
With a flick of his dick, his naked body donned itself a magnificently colourful and radiant tracksuit (in velour) that without even itching, tightly embraced and perhaps even tickled him as if he wasn't wearing a thing!
He stood there. The crowd stood there. The yellow witch stood there. Awestruck.
"It is of lookings like you have eaten more than you can digest!" he engaged the crowd.
None knew how to react. Confused looks vectored across the scene: What was it with their beloved Mr. Connors? What was he saying? This doesn't seem like the Mr. Connor we know! This must be fraud!
"o, crowd, I am merely of jest!" A sigh of relief from the crowd.
"I have news for you, my humble subjects. From here on and now we must show our gratitude to the world around us. No longer shall they be known as mobile-phones. Rather, we shall refer to them as 'long-distance-communication-powers-granted-by-the-spirit-of-mountain-and-flow-and-water'.
No longer contact-lenses, rather 'eagle-eyes-provided-by-ye-olden-rock'. Furthermore, Prima-Nocte is from now on a thing"
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