The Lion King said his goodbyes before the eighth party began. He knew it was his time and accepted it. He was ready to go to that big cloud in the sky and to shout at his son for not remembering who he was.
The party began a bit somberly after that. Prospero seemed to be in a more melancholy mood and his rooms reflected that. He had ordered the servants keep the braziers at half their usual ferocity. The dances were mostly slow and sad and the food lacked as much spice.
As the clock struck midnight, the appointed time came. Everyone watched in resignation as the Lion King fell, still gripping the poisoned chalice.
Bannerthief/The Lion King is dead. He was the Novice Factotum [Town Backup].
“Finally! I thought he’d never die,” said Prospero, “Now let’s start the actual party. As he snapped his fingers, several hunky men wearing nearly nothing came from an antechamber. Each of them carried a jar of fine honey. The first began lathering Prospero in honey as he lay on his couch. Seeing this, the nobles found their appointed couches and struck similar reclining poses. What followed was an incredibly decadent and indescribably pornographic scene that the reader must simply infer and imagine. The day broke just as the scene finished, and the nobles began their debates anew.
- Captain Video – Æthylene of Glycol, alchemist at large – Orange
- Lord Hamletheart – Prince Hamlet of Denmark – Purple
- forget_it_agnes (jake) – Agnes – Blue
- HolsGG – Mrs. Standish – Purple
1 Conspirator (Mafia Goon)
3 Nobles (Vanilla Townies)
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