PureNES: Epoch of Glory

Well the part of cheap alcohol yes, but not easy women. I had dignity before, now I am but a common whore, to be used and discarded by women at their whim. Update nao!
 
:bump: Just a polite reminder.
 
Grrr.......
 
*insert angry comment*
 
NK if I was a real junkie I'd be off already to detox by now. You wouldnt make a very good drug dealer.
 
Wow...I've been gone near three months so far and I've missed what? Almost nothing :lol:
 
Just a while longer....
 
Well, could Thlayli at least PM me information about Carnelian's expedition so I can write some stories?
 
OOC: A story to commemorate the hoped for return...

Three Little Steps

We won.

Daddy has sent me a letter telling me the good news! He is good and we have beaten the bad Golden Boats who want to steal my daddy’s Throne. I don’t know why they would want his chair, but they tried to take it but daddy stopped them and beat them up! Now daddy tells me they’re begging for his forgiveness! I knew daddy would win. The good people always beat the bad people in life.

Mommy tells me that when things cool down I can come back home, but I don’t want to! It’s so dreary and boring with these normal looking people. It’s just so much more fun up north! It SNOWED a few days ago! I was soooo happy!!! I ran out of the place I was staying at and ran around outside for a while. I think I went too far off from the place and I saw some sad looking people. There was this boy around my age who looked really cold as he was gathering these pieces of a tree for some strange reason.

I looked at him for a while before skipping over and asking him what he was doing. He said he was collecting something called firewood to fuel a fire. I think that’s what servants do so I asked him why his servants weren’t doing that. He gave me a funny look and said he’s done this for almost 2 years and before that his grandfather did it. I guess he was being punished for being bad or something so I gave him one of the fur coats I had on.

He seemed really happy and started talking about how soft and warm it was. I just smiled and thought it was really weird why he made such a big deal about it; I had like twenty more of those coats. What was really odd was that this old man approached, I think it was his grandpa. I don’t remember my daddy’s dad but everyone says he was a great man. My mommy’s dad on the other hand is a big meanie! He made me drink this funny tasting tea and watch him moving these pieces of rocks with words on them on this table with his friend.

The boy's old grandfather, like maybe 60 years old, walked towards us and when he came close enough to see me, he threw himself on the really cold snow in front of me. It was really cold, and his face was on the ground and he kept on lowering his head in front of me. A moment later, he dragged the boy to his feet too and made him lower his head in front of me as well. Then he kissed my feet and asked that I give him my most gracious permission for him to rise.

I felt really bad for the old grandpa so I said in my nicest and sweetest voice and told them that I granted both of them permission to rise.

The old man rose up, still on his knees, looked into my eyes and started crying repeating again and again what a great honor it was for both he and his young grandson to meet me and how his family forever more will remember this and how the fur coat I gave his grandson would be a family heirloom for as long as their family existed.

It was very confusing.

I think that man was sick, he just kept on crying so much while the boy just stood there not knowing what was going on. I mean, I’m not anyone really special. I don’t have 11 toes or 11 fingers or webbed feet or people with funny looking hair. My daddy is just the only guy who’s allowed to wear yellow and sit on the throne with me on his lap all the time when he’s doing important stuff while I stare at all the old people in strange looking clothes with their long white or black beards.

I’ve never seen mommy and daddy bow to someone or throw themselves on the ground like how the old man and his grandson did. The only time they’ve done anything like it was when this great-aunt or something of my dad’s died and wearing white, they lowered their heads with a stick of incense. Oh yeah, and when we go to the temple to pray to the big fat statue! They lower their heads then too, but no where else.

Now that I think about it, I’ve never bowed to anyone either. Mommy says because I’m daddy’s daughter, I’m special so I don’t ever have to bow to anyone except mommy, daddy, grandpa, grandma and like seven other people. Everybody else bows to me.

The old grandpa and the boy took me back to the place I was staying at and pointed at it from a distance and told me to go back. I walked three steps before noticing they weren’t following me and looked back. I cocked my head at them with a curious look and the old man, still crying really hard, smiled and shook his head. I waved bye and skipped to the entrance. I looked again one last time but all I could see were the backs of the old man and his grandson holding each other’s hands and walking into the distance.

I guess it was kinda of sad. I don’t think I’ll ever forget meeting them.
 
Yes it was. It makes me wonder what future lies ahead of the boy, and of the nation.


EDIT: 'scuse me...CHILD
 
OOC: I think you people are reading into the story too deeply :p What boy?
 
So NK....what about the update?
 
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I have not yet given up on this!
 
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