A mercenary gives his knee in prayer or cunnilingus, but never for a crown.
From Create Your Own Story
BoBo swings a wrought iron bar as your knees and thighs. You may not go down instantly, but BoBo will swing until you choose to bend your knees, or you nor longer have any.
King Nhero is given a chair. He dismisses his other guards. It is now you, him, and the walking sausage of a man - BoBo.
King Nhero leans into you, and smears his hands across your mouth in such a forceful manner that it seems like he's actually trying to throw your head towards the ground. You resist. Your face smells like stale woman...And blood. But it isn't yours.
"Do you like that?" the King asks. Nhero adjusts the rings on his hand. "I thought I'd teach my new queen what it means to be ruled by an iron fist." The King hems and haws, muttering about how clever his pun was. "I fucked her in the ass first, ofcourse. You simply can't walk into the meat of a good speech without a proper transition. King Nhero is given a chair. He dismisses his other guards. It is now you, him, and the walking sausage of a man - BoBo.
"You see, Squire. I knew what was happening all along..." He continues on again. "You think your mercenary hero was acting on his own initiative?" The King scoffs, "He was a mindless old fool. He just wan't creative. Kill, Kill, Kill. That's all poor Redoric was ever good at. Oh, and the whole 'Red Lance, the last great mercenary' charade? I know it's not just you and Redoric. I know about the others. I know about the safe houses. I have men heading there now to burn them all down... I know about everything, Squire...And the sad part is, I don't think you know anything." He pauses.
"Oh. I can tell by the look on your face!" King Nhero says, positively giddy, "You don't even know Redoric's name? Haw! Five years and the old bugger never even trusted you! The old 'Red Lance' moniker. Do you know how many Southern knights used red lances in the war? It's your colors for goodness sake's.... Oh, you poor sod."
King Nhero stands and walks away without another word to you. As he passes the dungeon master he says, "BoBo. Fuck him in the ass and throw him in the sewers. No need keeping him around."
BoBo grins a mangled, toothy grin. "Yay! BoBo fuck! BoBo fuck!"
[[You lose. BoBo fucks you in the ass, and throws you in the sewers. You manage to survive, but the rest of your life is led as a cripple. You find out months later than you contracted leprosy when the sewer water seeped into your wounds. You will die a terrible death, but at least you can say you never knelt to the crown.]]
[[You're a mercenary. If you don't get paid to die, then you don't die. BoBo fucks you in the ass, and throws you in the sewers. You go on a quest for vengeance. You find a sorceress. She gives you the power to turn back time. Hit the 'back' button in your browser three times.]]
