A toxic land.

Scava here. I'm here to announce the rise of a kingdom. Not just any kingdom.

A toxic kingdom. Well. Forbidden. Forbidden kingdom. TOXIC forbidden kingdom. That sounds about right.

Anyways, kittehwars and I will rule everything and rival (peacefully or not) the Phillip kingdom. They may pose strong but we are STAR WARS STRONG. Well, at least I am. Not sure about kittehwars.

My side of the kingdom and it's army consists mostly of the undead. Hollywood Undead. These toxic sapiens are the elite of the elite of the noobs. Their secret weapon consists of a bear hug leading to a giant doggy pile.

BUT! Their only weakness is the ever shameful country music song and dance. Oh, that'll make em flee for sure. That is why counter measures have been put in place.

Masks. These masks are made of genuine turkey feathers. Very difficult to achieve.

Now for kingdom policies.

Parties. Christmas, Halloween, etc.

Party hard or party up. Or at least make eye contact with the mirror for a couple seconds.

EAT FOOD. My favorite is Noodle Wednesday's. And Taco Saturdays. Oh! Shouldn't forget about Grilledcheese February's!

If I ever give you a hug, that means you have been awarded the highest rank in all rankiness. LO AND BEHOLD!!




NOTHING!!!

So. Amazing. Need. Ketchup!

Anyways. Hugs are given every Monday- Tuesday and generous Thursday that happens every 2nd week.

Every Wednesday is payday. Pay is $3.73 babillion.

Fridays are declare war days. We war random camps and tribes. Our fierceness is unopposed. I think. So far. Maybe. I don't know.

So. Please donate to our Help-A-Kid charity and give him wings. Remember, a wingless child is an unhappy child. Don't disappoint!

We now return you to your original program.


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