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Okay, for those of you weren’t hear a few months ago (that’s most of you), here is the first FOG Monarchy story…
King Grix woke up on a bright, sunny morning. He got out of his bed, and put on his royal robes.
He went downstairs for breakfast where he met up with his 2 sons, Prince SHEEPY and Prince er-no.
"Hello, sons," Grix said drearily," Any news from the other empires??"
King Grix was bored with live. He was ruler of the FOG Empire, and a lot more powerful than any of the other Empires. The only one that could put up a decent challenge was the MIST Empire, but they were relatively young, and could never defeat the might of the FOG.
"Well, this came today Father," er-no said, handing the King an envelope. He opened it up.
It was from the leader of the PS2 Empire, Wookiee Monster. Wookiee was a good friend of Grix's, and was always willing to help out.
The letter said:
"Dear Grix,
I believe you have many prisoners in your dungeons. So many that you are running out of room for them all. I was wondering if you would like me to take some of them? After all, I have more than enough room in my dungeons.
Reply soon, Wookiee Monster."
King Grix was pleased at this offer, and he called for his Messenger.
In came the Messenger, who went by the name of RastaBillySkank. "Yes, my master?"
"RBS, I would like you to travel to the PS2 Empire, and tell Wookiee Monster that I thank him for his offer, and that I shall be sending over some prisoners shortly."
"Yes, Master. I will go there straight away."
RBS left, leaving the King waiting hungrily for his breakfast. "Cook!! COOK!! Get in here now!!" Grix shouted.
In ran the King's cook, SNIPER. "Yes, master?" SNIPER asked, a little annoyed. SNIPER was known for being a little rebellious.
"Cook me and my sons a Full English Breakfast, NOW!" Grix demanded.
SNIPER muttered something as he walked away.
"What did you say??" Grix asked.
"Nothing, your MAJESTY," SNIPER said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
As SNIPER made his way back to the kitchen, the King called for his main servant, and also good friend, FantasyMeister.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," FM said brightly. "What can I do for you?"
"I've told you before, call me Grix!" He said with a chuckle. "I was just wondering if you could go and tell Your Honour that I need him for a case coming up against the WWF Empire??"
"Of course, Grix." FM said with a smile, "You make it sound like a chore!"
FM strode off. The thing was, YH's house was over 50 miles away, and it would take a long time to get there. But FM always did his Master's bidding with a big smile on his face.
Senior Guard Golden Rhino then entered. "Your Highness, you called for me??"
"Yes GR. I'm giving some prisoners to the PS2 Empire, and I was wondering if you could let 8 of the most well-behaved prisoners out here, so I can tell them where they're going?"
GR made his way down to the deep, dark dungeons. There were 20 cells, only meant for 1 prisoner each, but there were over 5 in each cell. The food and conditions were horrible, and most of the prisoners hadn't even committed any crimes!!
GR went up to a cell which consisted of 7 well-behaved prisoners. These were Time_Warp, The Game, Darkness_2K, shaneo, VenomByte, pb and Batistuta.
GR told them what was going to happen, and slowly opened the cell door. GR knew none of these prisoners would try to escape, as they knew that death was the punishment.
Someone tapped on GR's back. He turned around to face-WHAM!!
A glass plate shattered over GR's head, knocking him unconscious.
The man who had the plate looked up at the prisoners. He had a mask over his face, and he said to the prisoners in a gruff voice, "Take GR's weapons, and any others you can find. Then, make your way to the King's chamber. When he goes to his room for his afternoon nap, you will kill him."
The prisoners quickly agreed, as without the King, the FOG empire would be in chaos, giving them the chance to escape.
They quietly left, leaving the masked man to laugh devilishly at his actions, "Mwa ha ha ha ha!! Bwa...Br...how'd you do the evil laugh?? Oh well-HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
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The King was bored again. "Bring in the entertainment!!" he cried.
In came the King's Jester, Ant. Ant was followed by his assistants Tarrant, GoatBoy and Monkey_With_Attitude.
"What would you like, Master??" Ant asked excitedly. "Music?? Dance?? Comedy??"
King Grix thought about this, and then said, "Music AND dance."
Ant then got out a Tambourine, counted to three, and then began hitting it. His three assistants began to dance (hopelessly) to the 'music'.
Ant continued to hit the Tambourine at the same beat, and the others continued to jump around like idiots.
"Stop!! Stop!!" Grix shouted. "Comedy."
Ant put away his tambourine, and then said, "Which musical band likes to play in the desert??"
"I don't know," King Grix said wearily.
"OASIS!!" Ant cried, pleased at his joke.
The King though, was not so pleased. "Oh, shut up!! SHUT UP AND LEAVE!!"
Ant and his assistants sadly walked away.
"I'm going for my nap," he said to his sons.
"Okay, Father." They said simultaneously. SHEEPY and er-no's relationship with their Father was very good, and they looked up to him. He was their role-model.
The King walked into his bedroom chamber, and lay down on his huge bed.
Just as he was falling asleep, The Game and Time_Warp jumped out from behind the door, an axe in his hand. He lunged at Grix, who managed to roll out of the way while screaming, "GUARDS!! HELP!!"
SHEEPY and er-no ran into his chamber, and produced their swords. SHEEPY then chopped The Game's head off, while er-no sliced and diced Time_Warp.
The 2 Princes and their Father slowly walked out onto the landing. "Where are all my guards!?!?!?"
The guards were at this point merrily making their way out of the castle, as they had been payed off to do so by the masked stranger.
Just then, 3 more prisoners, namely shaneo, Darkness_2K and VenomByte jumped out of the bathroom, holding clubs and axes.
VenomByte swung his axe at er-no. Er-no ducked, kicked Venom where the sun don't shine, and then put his sword through his stomach.
Grix and SHEEPY had also dealt with the other 2.
"WHY HAVE ALL THESE PRISONERS ESCAPED!?!?!? WHERE IS GOLDEN RHINO!!" King Grix raged.
"Father, these prisoners are all from one cell. If I am right, then I believe there is one prisoner le-EUUUURRRGGHHHH!!" SHEEPY fell to the floor, an Axe stuck in his back.
er-no ran at pb, the remaining prisoner. pb ducked er-no's sword, and shoved him down the long, winding stairs.
Now just King Grix and pb were left. pb picked up SHEEPY's sword, and the 2 men proceeded to battle it out all the way down the stairs.
Grix knocked the sword out of pb's hands, and then advanced on him. Grix lifted his sword and-
it was taken out of his grasp. Grix turned to face the masked stranger.
"Who....who...who are you??"
"You don't know who I am?? I think you know me very well."
He pulled his mask off to reveal, FantasyMeister!!
"FM!! YOU'RE MY FRIEND!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!"
"All these years you have pretended to be my friend. But a friend wouldn't send me on long, perilous missions like you do. A friend wouldn't make me do all the cleaning and washing, like you do. But I carried on, knowing that my day would come. And here it is."
FM and pb then stalked Grix. FM, with his sword held high. Grix backed away, but came to the edge of the room and realised there was no where to hide.
"Time to die, King Grix Thraves!" FM shouted.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!" A scream came from above them. FM looked up, just in time to see Ant rolling down the stairs at a very high velocity.
Ant slammed into FM, who went tumbling over. FM landed on his sword, which unfortunately for him, was facing tip-upwards.
Grix then got up, stole the sword of a suprised pb, and swung. pb fell to the floor dead, next to FM, who was also dead.
Ant got up, and said, "Well, what do you think of that for entertainment!?!"
Grix smiled and said, "Wonderful!"
So, the kingdom had been saved. And the Empire of the FOG, lived on........
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This was the first of all my stories really, and it was followed by Those Little Voices In Your Head, Voices 2, The Devil’s Invasion (sequel in the works), Freedom and also a story dedicated to the victims of the WTC tragedy. So now I feel it’s time for another adventure in the Kingdom of the FOG, and here it comes. This one has new characters, new weapons, a new plot so it’s not just a normal sequel, EVEN thought it has a ‘2’ on the end of its title. Enjoy…hopefully…
King Grix awoke feeling refreshed and ready for the day. He was filled with happiness, and he felt warm all over. His life was perfect-the Kingdom of the FOG was prospering all the time, he had two new sons (although where they came from was a mystery yet to be solved) and he’d lost one stone over the past 2 weeks. He opened the curtains, and was greeted by sunshine and blue skies, as he’d expected…but no, he was wrong. The rain was pouring down, and dark clouds filled the skies. His heart sunk like a stone in water.
He left his chamber feeling rather more down than expected, and he decided to skip breakfast due to the fact that his Chef Sniper had been serving him burnt toast for the past few days. Why hadn’t he noticed this earlier?
“Hey Dad,” came a grumpy voice from behind him. It was his eldest son, RastaBillySkank.
“Ah, hello son!” King Grix replied, trying to sound chirpy. “How are we this morning?”
“Yeah, fine…” RBS then sauntered off towards the kitchen, where he’d grab himself some breakfast and then head back to his room for the next few hours.
Grix was puzzled. He didn’t remember Rasta like this…he had always been kind and well-mannered…or so he thought.
He trudged over to his throne, where he put his golden crown on. “Entertainment!” He cried. His Jesters were wonderful, they could always cheer him up. Not that he’d really needed cheering up lately…
Ant, Goatboy, I Am The Tarrant, Monkey_With_Attitude and the new addition to the group, Stryke, happily ran in, Stryke playing a trumpet extremely loudly. Grix winced, his ears had always been a little sensitive.
Ant looked up cheerily at him, “what’s it to be today Your Majesty? Music? Dance? Comedy? Or our newest act…animal impressions! You love Stryke’s impression of a constipated Chinchilla, don’t you Your Majesty?”
“Yes, yes, do the Chinchilla!” Grix said excitedly. He was extremely fond of Stryke and his performances, especially this one. It never failed to make him laugh.
Stryke crouched down, and then let his right leg straighten out in front of him, while keeping his behind off the floor with his arms. He pulled a series of strange faces, before rolling over and screaming, “NYARG!!NYARG!!”
The Jesters laughed their heads off, and King Grix just stared. It wasn’t funny. It WASN’T funny! Why had he found it so damn hilarious the past few weeks!? He stood, and looked menacingly over the supposed entertainment. He was burning with rage, and he opened his mouth to scream. Everyone winced.
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT!?!? YOU CALL THAT FUNNY!?!? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT YE DIRTY PUPS, YE!!” The whole palace shook, just like it did in December last year, when Grix took a young lady by the name of Mystique into his room. The rumour was that viagra was involved.
The Jesters ran outside in fear, and found themselves right in front of a massive programmable lawn mower. Unfortunately for them, it was on. They ran back inside, apart from Goatboy, who’s shirt had been caught in the mower. He managed to rip his shirt off in time, and followed.
“I SAID GET OUT!! OUUUTTTT!!!” Grix shouted at the top of his voice.
They sprinted outside again, where they ran behind the lawn mower and towards the swimming pool. They stopped to gather their breath, shaking with fear from Grix’s wrath. They knew he could have them killed.
“Oh my…why didn’t he…like it?” Ant said breathlessly.
“I don’t know, I guess…” Tarrant trailed off as he stared in shock at Goatboy’s three nipples.
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Grix tried to calm himself down, and he went to one of his 127 bathrooms to have a shower. It was just dumb luck that one of his cleaners, TomUK, was in there performing his daily chores. Grix sighed, and was about to leave when TomUK commented, “don’t worry Your Majesty, almost done.” Grix decided to stay, and actually talk to one of his loyal workers.
“Do you know what I’ve had to go through today?” He asked.
“erm…a door?” TomUK guessed.
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
“Well you just came through that door,” TomUK responded, pointing to the gold-bordered entry to the bathroom.
“Yes, yes, but I mean what I’ve had to endure during today.”
“Oooohhh, right. No.”
“No what?”
“No, I don’t know what you’ve gone through today. Apart from that door.”
Grix looked exasperated. “Just listen. It’s absolutely pouring down outside, I didn’t have breakfast, my son is completely ignoring me, I have no idea where my other son is, my jesters performed total rubbish, I…” he took a sniff underneath his arns, “I smell like a dead possum, and…” unaware of what he was doing, he casually stepped onto a pair of scales and leant against the wall, “and-“
“You’ve put on two stone,” TomUK finished the sentence.
“Yes, and I’ve put on…YOU WHAT!?” Grix stared at the scaled I disbelief. “But..b-b-but, I’d lost weight last week! What’s happening to me!?” He staggered back, and looked at his shaking hands. He was sweating all over.
“Ahh, you’re just having a bad day. Or…”
“Or what?”
“Well…no, it’s nothing….”
“Tell me what you were going to say Tom,” Grix demanded.
“Well, you know what they say. In places like these, in the times of today, well…if everything’s going wrong, then it means an evil presence is lurking…”
Grix looked at him questionably.
“It could be nothing, but you never know…you may want to have the place searched.”
Grix patted TomUK on the back absent-mindedly and said in a distant voice, “you know…you could be right there. Thank-you.”
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King Grix had the whole palace searched, and came up with nothing. Zilch. Not a trace. He was slouched on his throne, legs up on a table when his second son made an appearance.
“Mr Nice Guy, come here and cheer your Daddy up.”
MNG turned, and smiled kindly at his father. “Hello Grix.”
“Don’t call me Grix. Call me father.”
“Father? Why should I call you that?”
“Grix sat up, “because I AM your father.”
MNG looked confused, “really? Am I?”
“Yes…” Grix searched his mind, “at least, I think so.”
MNG’s face went from puzzled to a smirk. “Grix, do you actually ever remember me being born?”
Grix thought…he racked his brains for something, but couldn’t find anything. He stood over his son, and tried to look powerful and respectful.
“You don’t, do you?” MNG asked menacingly.
Grix said nothing.
“Just as I thought.” MNG began to circle the King, making Grix feel uncomfortable, and even threatened by this rather small pre-teenage boy.
“There’s an explanation for that, and it’s really quite a simple one. I’M NOT YOUR SON.”
Grix shook at the force of MNG’s voice.
“DID YOU HEAR ME? I’M NOT YOUR SON!”
Grix was literally crying as he said, “well who are you then!?!?”
MNG stood in front of Grix. “I’m…” Suddenly, there was a small explosion in front of him, and when Grix turned back he was shocked to find…
“SHANEO!!”
Shaneo was a myth. He was a massive beast, drool hanging from his teeth, burnt, scaly flesh and massive claws on his hands. According to the legend, he could turn into any particular person he wanted to, or just create a new person. Then, he would fool people into thinking they knew him, which was an ability nobody but he possessed.
Grix cowered in fear as Shaneo screamed in a dark, raspy voice, “NO MORE MR NICE GUY!! I WILL BE THE KING OF THE FOG!!”
He brought his arm back to strike Grix. Grix could do nothing but close his eyes.
“NYARG!! NYARG!!” Shaneo whipped around, and was faced by the five Jesters, led by Stryke who doing his favourite impression. The Jesters leaped onto him, showing no fear and their loyalty to the King. They clawed at his eyes and hit him repeatedly over the head with drum beaters, but they were struggling. Shaneo tossed MWA across the room, and he then purposefully fell back, crushing poor Ant beneath him.
It looked like all hope was gone. Shaneo stood in front of a massive window and roared, and then-WHAM!! Sniper came from no where with a massive toaster, and struck Shaneo with such force that he fell back. SMASH!! He went through the window, where the high fall would lead to his destruction.
Grix laughed with joy as Sniper pointed to his weapon and said, “this toaster is more useful than you think, Your Majesty.”
And so the Kingdom had been saved once again, and the Empire of the FOG, lived on…
Thanks for reading, Ant.
King Grix woke up on a bright, sunny morning. He got out of his bed, and put on his royal robes.
He went downstairs for breakfast where he met up with his 2 sons, Prince SHEEPY and Prince er-no.
"Hello, sons," Grix said drearily," Any news from the other empires??"
King Grix was bored with live. He was ruler of the FOG Empire, and a lot more powerful than any of the other Empires. The only one that could put up a decent challenge was the MIST Empire, but they were relatively young, and could never defeat the might of the FOG.
"Well, this came today Father," er-no said, handing the King an envelope. He opened it up.
It was from the leader of the PS2 Empire, Wookiee Monster. Wookiee was a good friend of Grix's, and was always willing to help out.
The letter said:
"Dear Grix,
I believe you have many prisoners in your dungeons. So many that you are running out of room for them all. I was wondering if you would like me to take some of them? After all, I have more than enough room in my dungeons.
Reply soon, Wookiee Monster."
King Grix was pleased at this offer, and he called for his Messenger.
In came the Messenger, who went by the name of RastaBillySkank. "Yes, my master?"
"RBS, I would like you to travel to the PS2 Empire, and tell Wookiee Monster that I thank him for his offer, and that I shall be sending over some prisoners shortly."
"Yes, Master. I will go there straight away."
RBS left, leaving the King waiting hungrily for his breakfast. "Cook!! COOK!! Get in here now!!" Grix shouted.
In ran the King's cook, SNIPER. "Yes, master?" SNIPER asked, a little annoyed. SNIPER was known for being a little rebellious.
"Cook me and my sons a Full English Breakfast, NOW!" Grix demanded.
SNIPER muttered something as he walked away.
"What did you say??" Grix asked.
"Nothing, your MAJESTY," SNIPER said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
As SNIPER made his way back to the kitchen, the King called for his main servant, and also good friend, FantasyMeister.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," FM said brightly. "What can I do for you?"
"I've told you before, call me Grix!" He said with a chuckle. "I was just wondering if you could go and tell Your Honour that I need him for a case coming up against the WWF Empire??"
"Of course, Grix." FM said with a smile, "You make it sound like a chore!"
FM strode off. The thing was, YH's house was over 50 miles away, and it would take a long time to get there. But FM always did his Master's bidding with a big smile on his face.
Senior Guard Golden Rhino then entered. "Your Highness, you called for me??"
"Yes GR. I'm giving some prisoners to the PS2 Empire, and I was wondering if you could let 8 of the most well-behaved prisoners out here, so I can tell them where they're going?"
GR made his way down to the deep, dark dungeons. There were 20 cells, only meant for 1 prisoner each, but there were over 5 in each cell. The food and conditions were horrible, and most of the prisoners hadn't even committed any crimes!!
GR went up to a cell which consisted of 7 well-behaved prisoners. These were Time_Warp, The Game, Darkness_2K, shaneo, VenomByte, pb and Batistuta.
GR told them what was going to happen, and slowly opened the cell door. GR knew none of these prisoners would try to escape, as they knew that death was the punishment.
Someone tapped on GR's back. He turned around to face-WHAM!!
A glass plate shattered over GR's head, knocking him unconscious.
The man who had the plate looked up at the prisoners. He had a mask over his face, and he said to the prisoners in a gruff voice, "Take GR's weapons, and any others you can find. Then, make your way to the King's chamber. When he goes to his room for his afternoon nap, you will kill him."
The prisoners quickly agreed, as without the King, the FOG empire would be in chaos, giving them the chance to escape.
They quietly left, leaving the masked man to laugh devilishly at his actions, "Mwa ha ha ha ha!! Bwa...Br...how'd you do the evil laugh?? Oh well-HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
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The King was bored again. "Bring in the entertainment!!" he cried.
In came the King's Jester, Ant. Ant was followed by his assistants Tarrant, GoatBoy and Monkey_With_Attitude.
"What would you like, Master??" Ant asked excitedly. "Music?? Dance?? Comedy??"
King Grix thought about this, and then said, "Music AND dance."
Ant then got out a Tambourine, counted to three, and then began hitting it. His three assistants began to dance (hopelessly) to the 'music'.
Ant continued to hit the Tambourine at the same beat, and the others continued to jump around like idiots.
"Stop!! Stop!!" Grix shouted. "Comedy."
Ant put away his tambourine, and then said, "Which musical band likes to play in the desert??"
"I don't know," King Grix said wearily.
"OASIS!!" Ant cried, pleased at his joke.
The King though, was not so pleased. "Oh, shut up!! SHUT UP AND LEAVE!!"
Ant and his assistants sadly walked away.
"I'm going for my nap," he said to his sons.
"Okay, Father." They said simultaneously. SHEEPY and er-no's relationship with their Father was very good, and they looked up to him. He was their role-model.
The King walked into his bedroom chamber, and lay down on his huge bed.
Just as he was falling asleep, The Game and Time_Warp jumped out from behind the door, an axe in his hand. He lunged at Grix, who managed to roll out of the way while screaming, "GUARDS!! HELP!!"
SHEEPY and er-no ran into his chamber, and produced their swords. SHEEPY then chopped The Game's head off, while er-no sliced and diced Time_Warp.
The 2 Princes and their Father slowly walked out onto the landing. "Where are all my guards!?!?!?"
The guards were at this point merrily making their way out of the castle, as they had been payed off to do so by the masked stranger.
Just then, 3 more prisoners, namely shaneo, Darkness_2K and VenomByte jumped out of the bathroom, holding clubs and axes.
VenomByte swung his axe at er-no. Er-no ducked, kicked Venom where the sun don't shine, and then put his sword through his stomach.
Grix and SHEEPY had also dealt with the other 2.
"WHY HAVE ALL THESE PRISONERS ESCAPED!?!?!? WHERE IS GOLDEN RHINO!!" King Grix raged.
"Father, these prisoners are all from one cell. If I am right, then I believe there is one prisoner le-EUUUURRRGGHHHH!!" SHEEPY fell to the floor, an Axe stuck in his back.
er-no ran at pb, the remaining prisoner. pb ducked er-no's sword, and shoved him down the long, winding stairs.
Now just King Grix and pb were left. pb picked up SHEEPY's sword, and the 2 men proceeded to battle it out all the way down the stairs.
Grix knocked the sword out of pb's hands, and then advanced on him. Grix lifted his sword and-
it was taken out of his grasp. Grix turned to face the masked stranger.
"Who....who...who are you??"
"You don't know who I am?? I think you know me very well."
He pulled his mask off to reveal, FantasyMeister!!
"FM!! YOU'RE MY FRIEND!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!"
"All these years you have pretended to be my friend. But a friend wouldn't send me on long, perilous missions like you do. A friend wouldn't make me do all the cleaning and washing, like you do. But I carried on, knowing that my day would come. And here it is."
FM and pb then stalked Grix. FM, with his sword held high. Grix backed away, but came to the edge of the room and realised there was no where to hide.
"Time to die, King Grix Thraves!" FM shouted.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!" A scream came from above them. FM looked up, just in time to see Ant rolling down the stairs at a very high velocity.
Ant slammed into FM, who went tumbling over. FM landed on his sword, which unfortunately for him, was facing tip-upwards.
Grix then got up, stole the sword of a suprised pb, and swung. pb fell to the floor dead, next to FM, who was also dead.
Ant got up, and said, "Well, what do you think of that for entertainment!?!"
Grix smiled and said, "Wonderful!"
So, the kingdom had been saved. And the Empire of the FOG, lived on........
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This was the first of all my stories really, and it was followed by Those Little Voices In Your Head, Voices 2, The Devil’s Invasion (sequel in the works), Freedom and also a story dedicated to the victims of the WTC tragedy. So now I feel it’s time for another adventure in the Kingdom of the FOG, and here it comes. This one has new characters, new weapons, a new plot so it’s not just a normal sequel, EVEN thought it has a ‘2’ on the end of its title. Enjoy…hopefully…
King Grix awoke feeling refreshed and ready for the day. He was filled with happiness, and he felt warm all over. His life was perfect-the Kingdom of the FOG was prospering all the time, he had two new sons (although where they came from was a mystery yet to be solved) and he’d lost one stone over the past 2 weeks. He opened the curtains, and was greeted by sunshine and blue skies, as he’d expected…but no, he was wrong. The rain was pouring down, and dark clouds filled the skies. His heart sunk like a stone in water.
He left his chamber feeling rather more down than expected, and he decided to skip breakfast due to the fact that his Chef Sniper had been serving him burnt toast for the past few days. Why hadn’t he noticed this earlier?
“Hey Dad,” came a grumpy voice from behind him. It was his eldest son, RastaBillySkank.
“Ah, hello son!” King Grix replied, trying to sound chirpy. “How are we this morning?”
“Yeah, fine…” RBS then sauntered off towards the kitchen, where he’d grab himself some breakfast and then head back to his room for the next few hours.
Grix was puzzled. He didn’t remember Rasta like this…he had always been kind and well-mannered…or so he thought.
He trudged over to his throne, where he put his golden crown on. “Entertainment!” He cried. His Jesters were wonderful, they could always cheer him up. Not that he’d really needed cheering up lately…
Ant, Goatboy, I Am The Tarrant, Monkey_With_Attitude and the new addition to the group, Stryke, happily ran in, Stryke playing a trumpet extremely loudly. Grix winced, his ears had always been a little sensitive.
Ant looked up cheerily at him, “what’s it to be today Your Majesty? Music? Dance? Comedy? Or our newest act…animal impressions! You love Stryke’s impression of a constipated Chinchilla, don’t you Your Majesty?”
“Yes, yes, do the Chinchilla!” Grix said excitedly. He was extremely fond of Stryke and his performances, especially this one. It never failed to make him laugh.
Stryke crouched down, and then let his right leg straighten out in front of him, while keeping his behind off the floor with his arms. He pulled a series of strange faces, before rolling over and screaming, “NYARG!!NYARG!!”
The Jesters laughed their heads off, and King Grix just stared. It wasn’t funny. It WASN’T funny! Why had he found it so damn hilarious the past few weeks!? He stood, and looked menacingly over the supposed entertainment. He was burning with rage, and he opened his mouth to scream. Everyone winced.
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT!?!? YOU CALL THAT FUNNY!?!? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT YE DIRTY PUPS, YE!!” The whole palace shook, just like it did in December last year, when Grix took a young lady by the name of Mystique into his room. The rumour was that viagra was involved.
The Jesters ran outside in fear, and found themselves right in front of a massive programmable lawn mower. Unfortunately for them, it was on. They ran back inside, apart from Goatboy, who’s shirt had been caught in the mower. He managed to rip his shirt off in time, and followed.
“I SAID GET OUT!! OUUUTTTT!!!” Grix shouted at the top of his voice.
They sprinted outside again, where they ran behind the lawn mower and towards the swimming pool. They stopped to gather their breath, shaking with fear from Grix’s wrath. They knew he could have them killed.
“Oh my…why didn’t he…like it?” Ant said breathlessly.
“I don’t know, I guess…” Tarrant trailed off as he stared in shock at Goatboy’s three nipples.
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Grix tried to calm himself down, and he went to one of his 127 bathrooms to have a shower. It was just dumb luck that one of his cleaners, TomUK, was in there performing his daily chores. Grix sighed, and was about to leave when TomUK commented, “don’t worry Your Majesty, almost done.” Grix decided to stay, and actually talk to one of his loyal workers.
“Do you know what I’ve had to go through today?” He asked.
“erm…a door?” TomUK guessed.
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
“Well you just came through that door,” TomUK responded, pointing to the gold-bordered entry to the bathroom.
“Yes, yes, but I mean what I’ve had to endure during today.”
“Oooohhh, right. No.”
“No what?”
“No, I don’t know what you’ve gone through today. Apart from that door.”
Grix looked exasperated. “Just listen. It’s absolutely pouring down outside, I didn’t have breakfast, my son is completely ignoring me, I have no idea where my other son is, my jesters performed total rubbish, I…” he took a sniff underneath his arns, “I smell like a dead possum, and…” unaware of what he was doing, he casually stepped onto a pair of scales and leant against the wall, “and-“
“You’ve put on two stone,” TomUK finished the sentence.
“Yes, and I’ve put on…YOU WHAT!?” Grix stared at the scaled I disbelief. “But..b-b-but, I’d lost weight last week! What’s happening to me!?” He staggered back, and looked at his shaking hands. He was sweating all over.
“Ahh, you’re just having a bad day. Or…”
“Or what?”
“Well…no, it’s nothing….”
“Tell me what you were going to say Tom,” Grix demanded.
“Well, you know what they say. In places like these, in the times of today, well…if everything’s going wrong, then it means an evil presence is lurking…”
Grix looked at him questionably.
“It could be nothing, but you never know…you may want to have the place searched.”
Grix patted TomUK on the back absent-mindedly and said in a distant voice, “you know…you could be right there. Thank-you.”
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King Grix had the whole palace searched, and came up with nothing. Zilch. Not a trace. He was slouched on his throne, legs up on a table when his second son made an appearance.
“Mr Nice Guy, come here and cheer your Daddy up.”
MNG turned, and smiled kindly at his father. “Hello Grix.”
“Don’t call me Grix. Call me father.”
“Father? Why should I call you that?”
“Grix sat up, “because I AM your father.”
MNG looked confused, “really? Am I?”
“Yes…” Grix searched his mind, “at least, I think so.”
MNG’s face went from puzzled to a smirk. “Grix, do you actually ever remember me being born?”
Grix thought…he racked his brains for something, but couldn’t find anything. He stood over his son, and tried to look powerful and respectful.
“You don’t, do you?” MNG asked menacingly.
Grix said nothing.
“Just as I thought.” MNG began to circle the King, making Grix feel uncomfortable, and even threatened by this rather small pre-teenage boy.
“There’s an explanation for that, and it’s really quite a simple one. I’M NOT YOUR SON.”
Grix shook at the force of MNG’s voice.
“DID YOU HEAR ME? I’M NOT YOUR SON!”
Grix was literally crying as he said, “well who are you then!?!?”
MNG stood in front of Grix. “I’m…” Suddenly, there was a small explosion in front of him, and when Grix turned back he was shocked to find…
“SHANEO!!”
Shaneo was a myth. He was a massive beast, drool hanging from his teeth, burnt, scaly flesh and massive claws on his hands. According to the legend, he could turn into any particular person he wanted to, or just create a new person. Then, he would fool people into thinking they knew him, which was an ability nobody but he possessed.
Grix cowered in fear as Shaneo screamed in a dark, raspy voice, “NO MORE MR NICE GUY!! I WILL BE THE KING OF THE FOG!!”
He brought his arm back to strike Grix. Grix could do nothing but close his eyes.
“NYARG!! NYARG!!” Shaneo whipped around, and was faced by the five Jesters, led by Stryke who doing his favourite impression. The Jesters leaped onto him, showing no fear and their loyalty to the King. They clawed at his eyes and hit him repeatedly over the head with drum beaters, but they were struggling. Shaneo tossed MWA across the room, and he then purposefully fell back, crushing poor Ant beneath him.
It looked like all hope was gone. Shaneo stood in front of a massive window and roared, and then-WHAM!! Sniper came from no where with a massive toaster, and struck Shaneo with such force that he fell back. SMASH!! He went through the window, where the high fall would lead to his destruction.
Grix laughed with joy as Sniper pointed to his weapon and said, “this toaster is more useful than you think, Your Majesty.”
And so the Kingdom had been saved once again, and the Empire of the FOG, lived on…
Thanks for reading, Ant.
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Stryke wrote:
> Ant wrote:
Okay, for those of you weren’t hear a few months ago (that’s most
> of you),
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Ooh, bit of cynicism there, Ant? ;-)
Possibly. :D
Excellent story. I
> would make a good jester.
Thanks.
> Ant wrote:
Okay, for those of you weren’t hear a few months ago (that’s most
> of you),
--
Ooh, bit of cynicism there, Ant? ;-)
Possibly. :D
Excellent story. I
> would make a good jester.
Thanks.
great story ant, oh yeah and SHORT STORY WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?????????
Ant wrote:
Okay, for those of you weren’t hear a few months ago (that’s most of you),
--
Ooh, bit of cynicism there, Ant? ;-)
Excellent story. I would make a good jester.
Okay, for those of you weren’t hear a few months ago (that’s most of you),
--
Ooh, bit of cynicism there, Ant? ;-)
Excellent story. I would make a good jester.
Great story, first one i'd read by you!
Okay, for those of you weren’t hear a few months ago (that’s most of you), here is the first FOG Monarchy story…
King Grix woke up on a bright, sunny morning. He got out of his bed, and put on his royal robes.
He went downstairs for breakfast where he met up with his 2 sons, Prince SHEEPY and Prince er-no.
"Hello, sons," Grix said drearily," Any news from the other empires??"
King Grix was bored with live. He was ruler of the FOG Empire, and a lot more powerful than any of the other Empires. The only one that could put up a decent challenge was the MIST Empire, but they were relatively young, and could never defeat the might of the FOG.
"Well, this came today Father," er-no said, handing the King an envelope. He opened it up.
It was from the leader of the PS2 Empire, Wookiee Monster. Wookiee was a good friend of Grix's, and was always willing to help out.
The letter said:
"Dear Grix,
I believe you have many prisoners in your dungeons. So many that you are running out of room for them all. I was wondering if you would like me to take some of them? After all, I have more than enough room in my dungeons.
Reply soon, Wookiee Monster."
King Grix was pleased at this offer, and he called for his Messenger.
In came the Messenger, who went by the name of RastaBillySkank. "Yes, my master?"
"RBS, I would like you to travel to the PS2 Empire, and tell Wookiee Monster that I thank him for his offer, and that I shall be sending over some prisoners shortly."
"Yes, Master. I will go there straight away."
RBS left, leaving the King waiting hungrily for his breakfast. "Cook!! COOK!! Get in here now!!" Grix shouted.
In ran the King's cook, SNIPER. "Yes, master?" SNIPER asked, a little annoyed. SNIPER was known for being a little rebellious.
"Cook me and my sons a Full English Breakfast, NOW!" Grix demanded.
SNIPER muttered something as he walked away.
"What did you say??" Grix asked.
"Nothing, your MAJESTY," SNIPER said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
As SNIPER made his way back to the kitchen, the King called for his main servant, and also good friend, FantasyMeister.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," FM said brightly. "What can I do for you?"
"I've told you before, call me Grix!" He said with a chuckle. "I was just wondering if you could go and tell Your Honour that I need him for a case coming up against the WWF Empire??"
"Of course, Grix." FM said with a smile, "You make it sound like a chore!"
FM strode off. The thing was, YH's house was over 50 miles away, and it would take a long time to get there. But FM always did his Master's bidding with a big smile on his face.
Senior Guard Golden Rhino then entered. "Your Highness, you called for me??"
"Yes GR. I'm giving some prisoners to the PS2 Empire, and I was wondering if you could let 8 of the most well-behaved prisoners out here, so I can tell them where they're going?"
GR made his way down to the deep, dark dungeons. There were 20 cells, only meant for 1 prisoner each, but there were over 5 in each cell. The food and conditions were horrible, and most of the prisoners hadn't even committed any crimes!!
GR went up to a cell which consisted of 7 well-behaved prisoners. These were Time_Warp, The Game, Darkness_2K, shaneo, VenomByte, pb and Batistuta.
GR told them what was going to happen, and slowly opened the cell door. GR knew none of these prisoners would try to escape, as they knew that death was the punishment.
Someone tapped on GR's back. He turned around to face-WHAM!!
A glass plate shattered over GR's head, knocking him unconscious.
The man who had the plate looked up at the prisoners. He had a mask over his face, and he said to the prisoners in a gruff voice, "Take GR's weapons, and any others you can find. Then, make your way to the King's chamber. When he goes to his room for his afternoon nap, you will kill him."
The prisoners quickly agreed, as without the King, the FOG empire would be in chaos, giving them the chance to escape.
They quietly left, leaving the masked man to laugh devilishly at his actions, "Mwa ha ha ha ha!! Bwa...Br...how'd you do the evil laugh?? Oh well-HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
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The King was bored again. "Bring in the entertainment!!" he cried.
In came the King's Jester, Ant. Ant was followed by his assistants Tarrant, GoatBoy and Monkey_With_Attitude.
"What would you like, Master??" Ant asked excitedly. "Music?? Dance?? Comedy??"
King Grix thought about this, and then said, "Music AND dance."
Ant then got out a Tambourine, counted to three, and then began hitting it. His three assistants began to dance (hopelessly) to the 'music'.
Ant continued to hit the Tambourine at the same beat, and the others continued to jump around like idiots.
"Stop!! Stop!!" Grix shouted. "Comedy."
Ant put away his tambourine, and then said, "Which musical band likes to play in the desert??"
"I don't know," King Grix said wearily.
"OASIS!!" Ant cried, pleased at his joke.
The King though, was not so pleased. "Oh, shut up!! SHUT UP AND LEAVE!!"
Ant and his assistants sadly walked away.
"I'm going for my nap," he said to his sons.
"Okay, Father." They said simultaneously. SHEEPY and er-no's relationship with their Father was very good, and they looked up to him. He was their role-model.
The King walked into his bedroom chamber, and lay down on his huge bed.
Just as he was falling asleep, The Game and Time_Warp jumped out from behind the door, an axe in his hand. He lunged at Grix, who managed to roll out of the way while screaming, "GUARDS!! HELP!!"
SHEEPY and er-no ran into his chamber, and produced their swords. SHEEPY then chopped The Game's head off, while er-no sliced and diced Time_Warp.
The 2 Princes and their Father slowly walked out onto the landing. "Where are all my guards!?!?!?"
The guards were at this point merrily making their way out of the castle, as they had been payed off to do so by the masked stranger.
Just then, 3 more prisoners, namely shaneo, Darkness_2K and VenomByte jumped out of the bathroom, holding clubs and axes.
VenomByte swung his axe at er-no. Er-no ducked, kicked Venom where the sun don't shine, and then put his sword through his stomach.
Grix and SHEEPY had also dealt with the other 2.
"WHY HAVE ALL THESE PRISONERS ESCAPED!?!?!? WHERE IS GOLDEN RHINO!!" King Grix raged.
"Father, these prisoners are all from one cell. If I am right, then I believe there is one prisoner le-EUUUURRRGGHHHH!!" SHEEPY fell to the floor, an Axe stuck in his back.
er-no ran at pb, the remaining prisoner. pb ducked er-no's sword, and shoved him down the long, winding stairs.
Now just King Grix and pb were left. pb picked up SHEEPY's sword, and the 2 men proceeded to battle it out all the way down the stairs.
Grix knocked the sword out of pb's hands, and then advanced on him. Grix lifted his sword and-
it was taken out of his grasp. Grix turned to face the masked stranger.
"Who....who...who are you??"
"You don't know who I am?? I think you know me very well."
He pulled his mask off to reveal, FantasyMeister!!
"FM!! YOU'RE MY FRIEND!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!"
"All these years you have pretended to be my friend. But a friend wouldn't send me on long, perilous missions like you do. A friend wouldn't make me do all the cleaning and washing, like you do. But I carried on, knowing that my day would come. And here it is."
FM and pb then stalked Grix. FM, with his sword held high. Grix backed away, but came to the edge of the room and realised there was no where to hide.
"Time to die, King Grix Thraves!" FM shouted.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!" A scream came from above them. FM looked up, just in time to see Ant rolling down the stairs at a very high velocity.
Ant slammed into FM, who went tumbling over. FM landed on his sword, which unfortunately for him, was facing tip-upwards.
Grix then got up, stole the sword of a suprised pb, and swung. pb fell to the floor dead, next to FM, who was also dead.
Ant got up, and said, "Well, what do you think of that for entertainment!?!"
Grix smiled and said, "Wonderful!"
So, the kingdom had been saved. And the Empire of the FOG, lived on........
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This was the first of all my stories really, and it was followed by Those Little Voices In Your Head, Voices 2, The Devil’s Invasion (sequel in the works), Freedom and also a story dedicated to the victims of the WTC tragedy. So now I feel it’s time for another adventure in the Kingdom of the FOG, and here it comes. This one has new characters, new weapons, a new plot so it’s not just a normal sequel, EVEN thought it has a ‘2’ on the end of its title. Enjoy…hopefully…
King Grix awoke feeling refreshed and ready for the day. He was filled with happiness, and he felt warm all over. His life was perfect-the Kingdom of the FOG was prospering all the time, he had two new sons (although where they came from was a mystery yet to be solved) and he’d lost one stone over the past 2 weeks. He opened the curtains, and was greeted by sunshine and blue skies, as he’d expected…but no, he was wrong. The rain was pouring down, and dark clouds filled the skies. His heart sunk like a stone in water.
He left his chamber feeling rather more down than expected, and he decided to skip breakfast due to the fact that his Chef Sniper had been serving him burnt toast for the past few days. Why hadn’t he noticed this earlier?
“Hey Dad,” came a grumpy voice from behind him. It was his eldest son, RastaBillySkank.
“Ah, hello son!” King Grix replied, trying to sound chirpy. “How are we this morning?”
“Yeah, fine…” RBS then sauntered off towards the kitchen, where he’d grab himself some breakfast and then head back to his room for the next few hours.
Grix was puzzled. He didn’t remember Rasta like this…he had always been kind and well-mannered…or so he thought.
He trudged over to his throne, where he put his golden crown on. “Entertainment!” He cried. His Jesters were wonderful, they could always cheer him up. Not that he’d really needed cheering up lately…
Ant, Goatboy, I Am The Tarrant, Monkey_With_Attitude and the new addition to the group, Stryke, happily ran in, Stryke playing a trumpet extremely loudly. Grix winced, his ears had always been a little sensitive.
Ant looked up cheerily at him, “what’s it to be today Your Majesty? Music? Dance? Comedy? Or our newest act…animal impressions! You love Stryke’s impression of a constipated Chinchilla, don’t you Your Majesty?”
“Yes, yes, do the Chinchilla!” Grix said excitedly. He was extremely fond of Stryke and his performances, especially this one. It never failed to make him laugh.
Stryke crouched down, and then let his right leg straighten out in front of him, while keeping his behind off the floor with his arms. He pulled a series of strange faces, before rolling over and screaming, “NYARG!!NYARG!!”
The Jesters laughed their heads off, and King Grix just stared. It wasn’t funny. It WASN’T funny! Why had he found it so damn hilarious the past few weeks!? He stood, and looked menacingly over the supposed entertainment. He was burning with rage, and he opened his mouth to scream. Everyone winced.
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT!?!? YOU CALL THAT FUNNY!?!? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT YE DIRTY PUPS, YE!!” The whole palace shook, just like it did in December last year, when Grix took a young lady by the name of Mystique into his room. The rumour was that viagra was involved.
The Jesters ran outside in fear, and found themselves right in front of a massive programmable lawn mower. Unfortunately for them, it was on. They ran back inside, apart from Goatboy, who’s shirt had been caught in the mower. He managed to rip his shirt off in time, and followed.
“I SAID GET OUT!! OUUUTTTT!!!” Grix shouted at the top of his voice.
They sprinted outside again, where they ran behind the lawn mower and towards the swimming pool. They stopped to gather their breath, shaking with fear from Grix’s wrath. They knew he could have them killed.
“Oh my…why didn’t he…like it?” Ant said breathlessly.
“I don’t know, I guess…” Tarrant trailed off as he stared in shock at Goatboy’s three nipples.
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Grix tried to calm himself down, and he went to one of his 127 bathrooms to have a shower. It was just dumb luck that one of his cleaners, TomUK, was in there performing his daily chores. Grix sighed, and was about to leave when TomUK commented, “don’t worry Your Majesty, almost done.” Grix decided to stay, and actually talk to one of his loyal workers.
“Do you know what I’ve had to go through today?” He asked.
“erm…a door?” TomUK guessed.
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
“Well you just came through that door,” TomUK responded, pointing to the gold-bordered entry to the bathroom.
“Yes, yes, but I mean what I’ve had to endure during today.”
“Oooohhh, right. No.”
“No what?”
“No, I don’t know what you’ve gone through today. Apart from that door.”
Grix looked exasperated. “Just listen. It’s absolutely pouring down outside, I didn’t have breakfast, my son is completely ignoring me, I have no idea where my other son is, my jesters performed total rubbish, I…” he took a sniff underneath his arns, “I smell like a dead possum, and…” unaware of what he was doing, he casually stepped onto a pair of scales and leant against the wall, “and-“
“You’ve put on two stone,” TomUK finished the sentence.
“Yes, and I’ve put on…YOU WHAT!?” Grix stared at the scaled I disbelief. “But..b-b-but, I’d lost weight last week! What’s happening to me!?” He staggered back, and looked at his shaking hands. He was sweating all over.
“Ahh, you’re just having a bad day. Or…”
“Or what?”
“Well…no, it’s nothing….”
“Tell me what you were going to say Tom,” Grix demanded.
“Well, you know what they say. In places like these, in the times of today, well…if everything’s going wrong, then it means an evil presence is lurking…”
Grix looked at him questionably.
“It could be nothing, but you never know…you may want to have the place searched.”
Grix patted TomUK on the back absent-mindedly and said in a distant voice, “you know…you could be right there. Thank-you.”
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King Grix had the whole palace searched, and came up with nothing. Zilch. Not a trace. He was slouched on his throne, legs up on a table when his second son made an appearance.
“Mr Nice Guy, come here and cheer your Daddy up.”
MNG turned, and smiled kindly at his father. “Hello Grix.”
“Don’t call me Grix. Call me father.”
“Father? Why should I call you that?”
“Grix sat up, “because I AM your father.”
MNG looked confused, “really? Am I?”
“Yes…” Grix searched his mind, “at least, I think so.”
MNG’s face went from puzzled to a smirk. “Grix, do you actually ever remember me being born?”
Grix thought…he racked his brains for something, but couldn’t find anything. He stood over his son, and tried to look powerful and respectful.
“You don’t, do you?” MNG asked menacingly.
Grix said nothing.
“Just as I thought.” MNG began to circle the King, making Grix feel uncomfortable, and even threatened by this rather small pre-teenage boy.
“There’s an explanation for that, and it’s really quite a simple one. I’M NOT YOUR SON.”
Grix shook at the force of MNG’s voice.
“DID YOU HEAR ME? I’M NOT YOUR SON!”
Grix was literally crying as he said, “well who are you then!?!?”
MNG stood in front of Grix. “I’m…” Suddenly, there was a small explosion in front of him, and when Grix turned back he was shocked to find…
“SHANEO!!”
Shaneo was a myth. He was a massive beast, drool hanging from his teeth, burnt, scaly flesh and massive claws on his hands. According to the legend, he could turn into any particular person he wanted to, or just create a new person. Then, he would fool people into thinking they knew him, which was an ability nobody but he possessed.
Grix cowered in fear as Shaneo screamed in a dark, raspy voice, “NO MORE MR NICE GUY!! I WILL BE THE KING OF THE FOG!!”
He brought his arm back to strike Grix. Grix could do nothing but close his eyes.
“NYARG!! NYARG!!” Shaneo whipped around, and was faced by the five Jesters, led by Stryke who doing his favourite impression. The Jesters leaped onto him, showing no fear and their loyalty to the King. They clawed at his eyes and hit him repeatedly over the head with drum beaters, but they were struggling. Shaneo tossed MWA across the room, and he then purposefully fell back, crushing poor Ant beneath him.
It looked like all hope was gone. Shaneo stood in front of a massive window and roared, and then-WHAM!! Sniper came from no where with a massive toaster, and struck Shaneo with such force that he fell back. SMASH!! He went through the window, where the high fall would lead to his destruction.
Grix laughed with joy as Sniper pointed to his weapon and said, “this toaster is more useful than you think, Your Majesty.”
And so the Kingdom had been saved once again, and the Empire of the FOG, lived on…
Thanks for reading, Ant.
King Grix woke up on a bright, sunny morning. He got out of his bed, and put on his royal robes.
He went downstairs for breakfast where he met up with his 2 sons, Prince SHEEPY and Prince er-no.
"Hello, sons," Grix said drearily," Any news from the other empires??"
King Grix was bored with live. He was ruler of the FOG Empire, and a lot more powerful than any of the other Empires. The only one that could put up a decent challenge was the MIST Empire, but they were relatively young, and could never defeat the might of the FOG.
"Well, this came today Father," er-no said, handing the King an envelope. He opened it up.
It was from the leader of the PS2 Empire, Wookiee Monster. Wookiee was a good friend of Grix's, and was always willing to help out.
The letter said:
"Dear Grix,
I believe you have many prisoners in your dungeons. So many that you are running out of room for them all. I was wondering if you would like me to take some of them? After all, I have more than enough room in my dungeons.
Reply soon, Wookiee Monster."
King Grix was pleased at this offer, and he called for his Messenger.
In came the Messenger, who went by the name of RastaBillySkank. "Yes, my master?"
"RBS, I would like you to travel to the PS2 Empire, and tell Wookiee Monster that I thank him for his offer, and that I shall be sending over some prisoners shortly."
"Yes, Master. I will go there straight away."
RBS left, leaving the King waiting hungrily for his breakfast. "Cook!! COOK!! Get in here now!!" Grix shouted.
In ran the King's cook, SNIPER. "Yes, master?" SNIPER asked, a little annoyed. SNIPER was known for being a little rebellious.
"Cook me and my sons a Full English Breakfast, NOW!" Grix demanded.
SNIPER muttered something as he walked away.
"What did you say??" Grix asked.
"Nothing, your MAJESTY," SNIPER said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
As SNIPER made his way back to the kitchen, the King called for his main servant, and also good friend, FantasyMeister.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," FM said brightly. "What can I do for you?"
"I've told you before, call me Grix!" He said with a chuckle. "I was just wondering if you could go and tell Your Honour that I need him for a case coming up against the WWF Empire??"
"Of course, Grix." FM said with a smile, "You make it sound like a chore!"
FM strode off. The thing was, YH's house was over 50 miles away, and it would take a long time to get there. But FM always did his Master's bidding with a big smile on his face.
Senior Guard Golden Rhino then entered. "Your Highness, you called for me??"
"Yes GR. I'm giving some prisoners to the PS2 Empire, and I was wondering if you could let 8 of the most well-behaved prisoners out here, so I can tell them where they're going?"
GR made his way down to the deep, dark dungeons. There were 20 cells, only meant for 1 prisoner each, but there were over 5 in each cell. The food and conditions were horrible, and most of the prisoners hadn't even committed any crimes!!
GR went up to a cell which consisted of 7 well-behaved prisoners. These were Time_Warp, The Game, Darkness_2K, shaneo, VenomByte, pb and Batistuta.
GR told them what was going to happen, and slowly opened the cell door. GR knew none of these prisoners would try to escape, as they knew that death was the punishment.
Someone tapped on GR's back. He turned around to face-WHAM!!
A glass plate shattered over GR's head, knocking him unconscious.
The man who had the plate looked up at the prisoners. He had a mask over his face, and he said to the prisoners in a gruff voice, "Take GR's weapons, and any others you can find. Then, make your way to the King's chamber. When he goes to his room for his afternoon nap, you will kill him."
The prisoners quickly agreed, as without the King, the FOG empire would be in chaos, giving them the chance to escape.
They quietly left, leaving the masked man to laugh devilishly at his actions, "Mwa ha ha ha ha!! Bwa...Br...how'd you do the evil laugh?? Oh well-HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
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The King was bored again. "Bring in the entertainment!!" he cried.
In came the King's Jester, Ant. Ant was followed by his assistants Tarrant, GoatBoy and Monkey_With_Attitude.
"What would you like, Master??" Ant asked excitedly. "Music?? Dance?? Comedy??"
King Grix thought about this, and then said, "Music AND dance."
Ant then got out a Tambourine, counted to three, and then began hitting it. His three assistants began to dance (hopelessly) to the 'music'.
Ant continued to hit the Tambourine at the same beat, and the others continued to jump around like idiots.
"Stop!! Stop!!" Grix shouted. "Comedy."
Ant put away his tambourine, and then said, "Which musical band likes to play in the desert??"
"I don't know," King Grix said wearily.
"OASIS!!" Ant cried, pleased at his joke.
The King though, was not so pleased. "Oh, shut up!! SHUT UP AND LEAVE!!"
Ant and his assistants sadly walked away.
"I'm going for my nap," he said to his sons.
"Okay, Father." They said simultaneously. SHEEPY and er-no's relationship with their Father was very good, and they looked up to him. He was their role-model.
The King walked into his bedroom chamber, and lay down on his huge bed.
Just as he was falling asleep, The Game and Time_Warp jumped out from behind the door, an axe in his hand. He lunged at Grix, who managed to roll out of the way while screaming, "GUARDS!! HELP!!"
SHEEPY and er-no ran into his chamber, and produced their swords. SHEEPY then chopped The Game's head off, while er-no sliced and diced Time_Warp.
The 2 Princes and their Father slowly walked out onto the landing. "Where are all my guards!?!?!?"
The guards were at this point merrily making their way out of the castle, as they had been payed off to do so by the masked stranger.
Just then, 3 more prisoners, namely shaneo, Darkness_2K and VenomByte jumped out of the bathroom, holding clubs and axes.
VenomByte swung his axe at er-no. Er-no ducked, kicked Venom where the sun don't shine, and then put his sword through his stomach.
Grix and SHEEPY had also dealt with the other 2.
"WHY HAVE ALL THESE PRISONERS ESCAPED!?!?!? WHERE IS GOLDEN RHINO!!" King Grix raged.
"Father, these prisoners are all from one cell. If I am right, then I believe there is one prisoner le-EUUUURRRGGHHHH!!" SHEEPY fell to the floor, an Axe stuck in his back.
er-no ran at pb, the remaining prisoner. pb ducked er-no's sword, and shoved him down the long, winding stairs.
Now just King Grix and pb were left. pb picked up SHEEPY's sword, and the 2 men proceeded to battle it out all the way down the stairs.
Grix knocked the sword out of pb's hands, and then advanced on him. Grix lifted his sword and-
it was taken out of his grasp. Grix turned to face the masked stranger.
"Who....who...who are you??"
"You don't know who I am?? I think you know me very well."
He pulled his mask off to reveal, FantasyMeister!!
"FM!! YOU'RE MY FRIEND!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!"
"All these years you have pretended to be my friend. But a friend wouldn't send me on long, perilous missions like you do. A friend wouldn't make me do all the cleaning and washing, like you do. But I carried on, knowing that my day would come. And here it is."
FM and pb then stalked Grix. FM, with his sword held high. Grix backed away, but came to the edge of the room and realised there was no where to hide.
"Time to die, King Grix Thraves!" FM shouted.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!" A scream came from above them. FM looked up, just in time to see Ant rolling down the stairs at a very high velocity.
Ant slammed into FM, who went tumbling over. FM landed on his sword, which unfortunately for him, was facing tip-upwards.
Grix then got up, stole the sword of a suprised pb, and swung. pb fell to the floor dead, next to FM, who was also dead.
Ant got up, and said, "Well, what do you think of that for entertainment!?!"
Grix smiled and said, "Wonderful!"
So, the kingdom had been saved. And the Empire of the FOG, lived on........
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This was the first of all my stories really, and it was followed by Those Little Voices In Your Head, Voices 2, The Devil’s Invasion (sequel in the works), Freedom and also a story dedicated to the victims of the WTC tragedy. So now I feel it’s time for another adventure in the Kingdom of the FOG, and here it comes. This one has new characters, new weapons, a new plot so it’s not just a normal sequel, EVEN thought it has a ‘2’ on the end of its title. Enjoy…hopefully…
King Grix awoke feeling refreshed and ready for the day. He was filled with happiness, and he felt warm all over. His life was perfect-the Kingdom of the FOG was prospering all the time, he had two new sons (although where they came from was a mystery yet to be solved) and he’d lost one stone over the past 2 weeks. He opened the curtains, and was greeted by sunshine and blue skies, as he’d expected…but no, he was wrong. The rain was pouring down, and dark clouds filled the skies. His heart sunk like a stone in water.
He left his chamber feeling rather more down than expected, and he decided to skip breakfast due to the fact that his Chef Sniper had been serving him burnt toast for the past few days. Why hadn’t he noticed this earlier?
“Hey Dad,” came a grumpy voice from behind him. It was his eldest son, RastaBillySkank.
“Ah, hello son!” King Grix replied, trying to sound chirpy. “How are we this morning?”
“Yeah, fine…” RBS then sauntered off towards the kitchen, where he’d grab himself some breakfast and then head back to his room for the next few hours.
Grix was puzzled. He didn’t remember Rasta like this…he had always been kind and well-mannered…or so he thought.
He trudged over to his throne, where he put his golden crown on. “Entertainment!” He cried. His Jesters were wonderful, they could always cheer him up. Not that he’d really needed cheering up lately…
Ant, Goatboy, I Am The Tarrant, Monkey_With_Attitude and the new addition to the group, Stryke, happily ran in, Stryke playing a trumpet extremely loudly. Grix winced, his ears had always been a little sensitive.
Ant looked up cheerily at him, “what’s it to be today Your Majesty? Music? Dance? Comedy? Or our newest act…animal impressions! You love Stryke’s impression of a constipated Chinchilla, don’t you Your Majesty?”
“Yes, yes, do the Chinchilla!” Grix said excitedly. He was extremely fond of Stryke and his performances, especially this one. It never failed to make him laugh.
Stryke crouched down, and then let his right leg straighten out in front of him, while keeping his behind off the floor with his arms. He pulled a series of strange faces, before rolling over and screaming, “NYARG!!NYARG!!”
The Jesters laughed their heads off, and King Grix just stared. It wasn’t funny. It WASN’T funny! Why had he found it so damn hilarious the past few weeks!? He stood, and looked menacingly over the supposed entertainment. He was burning with rage, and he opened his mouth to scream. Everyone winced.
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT!?!? YOU CALL THAT FUNNY!?!? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT YE DIRTY PUPS, YE!!” The whole palace shook, just like it did in December last year, when Grix took a young lady by the name of Mystique into his room. The rumour was that viagra was involved.
The Jesters ran outside in fear, and found themselves right in front of a massive programmable lawn mower. Unfortunately for them, it was on. They ran back inside, apart from Goatboy, who’s shirt had been caught in the mower. He managed to rip his shirt off in time, and followed.
“I SAID GET OUT!! OUUUTTTT!!!” Grix shouted at the top of his voice.
They sprinted outside again, where they ran behind the lawn mower and towards the swimming pool. They stopped to gather their breath, shaking with fear from Grix’s wrath. They knew he could have them killed.
“Oh my…why didn’t he…like it?” Ant said breathlessly.
“I don’t know, I guess…” Tarrant trailed off as he stared in shock at Goatboy’s three nipples.
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Grix tried to calm himself down, and he went to one of his 127 bathrooms to have a shower. It was just dumb luck that one of his cleaners, TomUK, was in there performing his daily chores. Grix sighed, and was about to leave when TomUK commented, “don’t worry Your Majesty, almost done.” Grix decided to stay, and actually talk to one of his loyal workers.
“Do you know what I’ve had to go through today?” He asked.
“erm…a door?” TomUK guessed.
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
“Well you just came through that door,” TomUK responded, pointing to the gold-bordered entry to the bathroom.
“Yes, yes, but I mean what I’ve had to endure during today.”
“Oooohhh, right. No.”
“No what?”
“No, I don’t know what you’ve gone through today. Apart from that door.”
Grix looked exasperated. “Just listen. It’s absolutely pouring down outside, I didn’t have breakfast, my son is completely ignoring me, I have no idea where my other son is, my jesters performed total rubbish, I…” he took a sniff underneath his arns, “I smell like a dead possum, and…” unaware of what he was doing, he casually stepped onto a pair of scales and leant against the wall, “and-“
“You’ve put on two stone,” TomUK finished the sentence.
“Yes, and I’ve put on…YOU WHAT!?” Grix stared at the scaled I disbelief. “But..b-b-but, I’d lost weight last week! What’s happening to me!?” He staggered back, and looked at his shaking hands. He was sweating all over.
“Ahh, you’re just having a bad day. Or…”
“Or what?”
“Well…no, it’s nothing….”
“Tell me what you were going to say Tom,” Grix demanded.
“Well, you know what they say. In places like these, in the times of today, well…if everything’s going wrong, then it means an evil presence is lurking…”
Grix looked at him questionably.
“It could be nothing, but you never know…you may want to have the place searched.”
Grix patted TomUK on the back absent-mindedly and said in a distant voice, “you know…you could be right there. Thank-you.”
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King Grix had the whole palace searched, and came up with nothing. Zilch. Not a trace. He was slouched on his throne, legs up on a table when his second son made an appearance.
“Mr Nice Guy, come here and cheer your Daddy up.”
MNG turned, and smiled kindly at his father. “Hello Grix.”
“Don’t call me Grix. Call me father.”
“Father? Why should I call you that?”
“Grix sat up, “because I AM your father.”
MNG looked confused, “really? Am I?”
“Yes…” Grix searched his mind, “at least, I think so.”
MNG’s face went from puzzled to a smirk. “Grix, do you actually ever remember me being born?”
Grix thought…he racked his brains for something, but couldn’t find anything. He stood over his son, and tried to look powerful and respectful.
“You don’t, do you?” MNG asked menacingly.
Grix said nothing.
“Just as I thought.” MNG began to circle the King, making Grix feel uncomfortable, and even threatened by this rather small pre-teenage boy.
“There’s an explanation for that, and it’s really quite a simple one. I’M NOT YOUR SON.”
Grix shook at the force of MNG’s voice.
“DID YOU HEAR ME? I’M NOT YOUR SON!”
Grix was literally crying as he said, “well who are you then!?!?”
MNG stood in front of Grix. “I’m…” Suddenly, there was a small explosion in front of him, and when Grix turned back he was shocked to find…
“SHANEO!!”
Shaneo was a myth. He was a massive beast, drool hanging from his teeth, burnt, scaly flesh and massive claws on his hands. According to the legend, he could turn into any particular person he wanted to, or just create a new person. Then, he would fool people into thinking they knew him, which was an ability nobody but he possessed.
Grix cowered in fear as Shaneo screamed in a dark, raspy voice, “NO MORE MR NICE GUY!! I WILL BE THE KING OF THE FOG!!”
He brought his arm back to strike Grix. Grix could do nothing but close his eyes.
“NYARG!! NYARG!!” Shaneo whipped around, and was faced by the five Jesters, led by Stryke who doing his favourite impression. The Jesters leaped onto him, showing no fear and their loyalty to the King. They clawed at his eyes and hit him repeatedly over the head with drum beaters, but they were struggling. Shaneo tossed MWA across the room, and he then purposefully fell back, crushing poor Ant beneath him.
It looked like all hope was gone. Shaneo stood in front of a massive window and roared, and then-WHAM!! Sniper came from no where with a massive toaster, and struck Shaneo with such force that he fell back. SMASH!! He went through the window, where the high fall would lead to his destruction.
Grix laughed with joy as Sniper pointed to his weapon and said, “this toaster is more useful than you think, Your Majesty.”
And so the Kingdom had been saved once again, and the Empire of the FOG, lived on…
Thanks for reading, Ant.
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