Continuing the discussion from The Winter Child (WIP):
TheTrueKing sits in his chair, staring out at the Galaxy contemplatingly.
“Your Majesty? The rockets are ready to fire.”
A vicious grin spreads across TheTrueKing’s face.
TheTrueKing takes a moment to remember his enemies: @Lord_Zant, leader of the kWo, some pathetic weakling whose armies could not make cookies of any quality. @WIre_Ryse, a pathetic weakling whose armies couldn’t make cookies whatsoever, and who had to resort to stealing the kWo’s cookies. And lastly, @SiROSTRiKE, a heathen who did not even mention cookies. But TheTrueKing knows better. His armies can make wonderful cookies out of even dirt, using their special recipe: put ten tons of sugar on it.
He is firing no ordinary rockets; These ones are hardened with the Bane and full of cookies that will explode rainbows of death. They have been preserved for ten thousand years for this very moment. His rain of death shall soon begin!
His enemies are content with galaxies; TheTrueKing shall rule the universe!
Before firing, TheTrueKing carefully checks his stats page, reassured that his life hacks have set every stat to 1000 and that he has 99999999999 available soldiers.
*set soldiers -99999999998
Unfortunately, he forgot to check to warranties for the rockets. They were deemed usable up until the exact second which TheTrueKing said fire. If TheTrueKing hadn’t been so smug, thinking he had won, he would have won.
The rockets exploded inside his Lair of Ultimate Evil (LUE), killing everyone except for him and his general.
(Also, he got a lawsuit from @Cataphrak. Don’t plagiarize, kids!)
To be continued, with actual choices.