Bow before your new King
From Create Your Own Story
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 actually throws you off balance. You fall onto your side, and bounce your head off of the dank cobblestone floor of the dungeon. Your face smells like stale woman. And blood. (Not your blood.)
"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. You are not impressed.
"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 drown.
