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*in the middle of Cidel, a town crier steps up onto a platform and begins reading a letter*

"In the name of his majesty God of Sp@m and ruler of the Septim Empire, Emperor Septim, I declare his internet fixed!"

*Septim walks out and lets the crier step down*

"Yes, it's fixed, good news eh!?"

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" *Jumps down a cliff....*
now LOOK what you've done :O

"Who is this Charley you speak of? I remember his name as a mere memory from ages ago."

*Spud continues to play with his silly shaped rock that he named Cornilious.*

"So..."

"ahh Yes, that was the charley, my father has told me great stories from his past dealing with this king of the land, Charley"

"If Charley believes himself to have control of this land, he is mistaken. No one man may have control of the forums except Zeta. Zeta employs prefects, but they are nothing more," says Septim as he steps down to look at Deallus, "It's good to be back, old friend. You need somebody to keep you in check, and who better than I?"

"Heh, only ZeTa can keep you two in check."

"Too true," says Septim as he looks around, "Friends! I have returned! And in honor of my return, I shall either sacrifice fifty sheep, host a feast, and throw a month of games, or shoot this party cannon in the air! Which shall I do!?"

*waits, then smiles*

"Eh, who am I kidding? You all didn't have a choice!"

*shoots the party cannon. A loud popping noise is heard as a few streamers fall from the air*

"Figure it as a kingdom my friends.. The king watches over the lords who watch over the peasants"

Zeta>Charley>Members :)

"Thats the correct order of the Caste System :)"

*Smirks to Charley*

"I got yo back"

"If dear Lord Deallus thinks he can give me orders, he is mistaken, Sir Pesterd," says Septim with a chuckle, "You see, I am unlike most people in that I don't care if I get banned for disobeying a moderator. However, if I agree that what the moderator is requesting is in the best interests of this forum, that is a different story."

"Deallus, if you are saying that I obey you, then I would be forced to disobey you to prove that I don't obey you, and that would probably not be in the best interests of this forum," says Septim with a smile.

"Yes, mostly because you are either too tired or too lazy to deal with it," laughs Septim, "Well then, the important thing is that I'm back. Long live me!"

Who are you? :P

:p  I was being sarcastic. :)  Haven't seen you around here for awhile.  Don't remember you since the story RP you made I think.

*Walks off the other way*

*Flaming arrows descend next which actually turn out to be Taepdong 2 missiles*

nerdz >.<

*Who props his missile deflector shield on top of his head striking which the missiles dis-integrate and fly towards everyone in the room*

*Luckily Himanil managed to bring the missile deflector right to his face making him fall 5 feet back but otherwise saving him from the blast. Calls in a A-10 Warthog loaded with AG-65 Maverick missiles and sabot rounds*