Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!newsrelay.iastate.edu!news.iastate.edu!vincent1.iastate.edu!kmwilcox From: kmwilcox@iastate.edu (K M Wilcox) Subject: [KV] Boredom Message-ID: Summary: King Vayne is bored Keywords: king vayne Sender: news@news.iastate.edu (USENET News System) Organization: Iowa State University, Ames IA Date: Sun, 5 Sep 1993 21:54:21 GMT Lines: 40 King Vayne ("Long live King Vayne!") was bored. "I am bored," King Vayne said. "Bored, bored, bored." He was bored because his life had grown stale. For one thing, it no longer amused him when people said, "Long live King Vayne!" every time his name or the city of Retina was mentioned. So he made a new law that it only needed to be said once when you started talking about him or Retina (which is very nice for me ("Long live me!" (Wow, that was fun.))). While this made conversation much easier, especially when people were talking to him, it didn't stop the boredom. King Vayne finally realized that the reason he was bored was that his life was dull. He spent the vast majority of his time in his grand palace with all his female servants and the occasional visiting council merchant. The few times he went outside, he only saw his subjects from a through the curtain of his coach as they cheered their ruler. He first tried telling his servants to do things he hadn't before, like wear clothes. Again, this didn't help, so he called Alison, his chief assistant. "You called, King Vayne ('Long live King Vayne!')?" she asked. "I'm still bored," he told her. "What should I do?" "Why would you be bored, Sir? You have everything you could want." "That may be the problem, Alison. Nothing thrills me anymore." "How about a tour of your kingdom?" Alison offered. "No. That wouldn't..." King Vayne began. "Wait! What if I took a tour of Alpha dressed as a commoner?" "That would be impossible," Alison said. "Everyone would recognize you. Not only is your face on all the money, but you made a law that every building have a picture not smaller than three dekans by five dekans of your face." "Yeah, that sounds like me," King Vayne admitted. "Maybe we should wage war on someone. I don't think I've done that before." "No, you haven't," Alison agreed. "Because we have no military. Nor do we have the resources to create one." "What can I do, then?" King Vayne asked. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* / K. M. Wilcox/ \Mister Boddy \ *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "So, Professor Jenkins!... My old nemesis!... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* \ We meet again, but this time the advantage is mine! Ha! Ha! Ha!" / *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*