NEW KINGS ARE NOT FOR LAUGHING
As every Lone Ranger needs his Tonto, every Batman needs his Robin, so Moderan man, King of Stronghold 10, needs his head weapons man.
Fresh from of the operating room, new King Moderan man sets out on the plastic expanse to locate his Stronghold 10. Walking in circles for nearly two hours he encounters a bent over flesh/steel man that appears to have been beaten down in some past battles.
We read, "I'll always remember him, the way he came walking, a big man all shrunken in the torso, all bent down along the back curve, all sere and wrinkled in the face areas, so very terribly black-brown, like meat cooked too long on the bone. He had surely been through some maximum havoc - fire maybe, maybe fire and wind together, maybe flood too, wife-trouble and relatives thrown in could be, almost surely a war, possibly all standard disasters known to man, and some not so standard. He looked that bad. Yes, truly. THE WAR mostly-probably. And when he talked, I knew some problem surely had wrecked him even past what showed. Perhaps he had lost some parts that really counted one time."
Moderan man can see he's beaten down but not all the way down. He extends a very generous offer to the guy, to be his head weapons man. This bit of flesh/steel thinks it over but decides no, not now, and walks off. Moderan man judges the best to do is rest, have himself a little sleep out on the plastic until nightfall when he can spot the big shining 10 of Stronhold 10 that little flesh/steel guy said could be seen from far off.
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