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For what purpose? I already control the land around the castle :-p

"Nope, that's sp@m country, kitten country is over there!"

*Septim points to the moon.

XD. Only the God remains. XD

So do I...your point is?

My people settled around Sp@malot castle eras ago! :-p you are surrounded by Deallus members =D

"I build it when I was a knight of Sp@malot ! Do you openly attack us as a sign of war? Your powers have weakened greatly in the recent times old one...do not do this."

"My lands were built around yours! Towns! Markets! Churches! Homes! You destroyed them all in your blindness! You had passage in and out easily."

God ?
No, alot of them are still playing

God of *beep* - Septim   - Plays
King of *beep* - Seloc  - Plays
Prince of *beep* - Soccer  - Plays
Duke of *beep* - Erunion Telcontar
Lords of *beep* - Verll and Spud  - Both Play
Knights of *beep* - Atreides and Acelnorst  - Atreides plays I think

Council of *beep* - Septim, Senturu, Spoon, and Effrandor - Plays,Plays,Plays,

So really, they have just left the RP forum becuase it sucks?

Senturu plays? Bull$|-|1t! He comes in and makes a random post every once in a while, but that's IT!

*Septim checks the mail one day and finds a pack of RC Cola from:
Cedric Deallus
321 Deallus Street
Tasidian, TC, 55556
Tasidian

"Hmmm..."

*Septim opens a cola and drinks it.

"Ahhh...the taste of victory..."

*Septim notices a remote control car in his cola.

"What the hell?"

*Septim begins playing with the RC Car hidden in the RC Cola.

*rerevives topic

"What will become of this once great region now Septim has stepped down?"

*Travis grabs a lasso and pulls it back up.*

"Not on my watch..."

*Travis steps down and sits on a throne made of sp@m.*

*Travis wakes up from his map to see the door close as someone left.  Travis shrugs and goes back to sleep.*

"Well that was depressingly abrupt"

*Salaracen writes another chapter*

"Alright, see ya Mickey!"

*Travis goes back to sleep.*

"Meh, I don't feel like sp@mming anymore..."

*Septim hands the keys and what not back to Travis and leaves again.

"He has to keep you on your toes or else you will get lazy."

Suddenly, a light shines on Sp@malot, and a magnificent figure in robes of white sails from Speaven, the man is the original Septim. A collection of every Septim that has ever existed all put into one man.
"Greetings my children! I am Septim!" said the booming voice as he lowered down. Suddenly, a rope broke, and he fell down the remaining three feet. He quickly got back up and looked around.
"Ummmm...ahhhhhh!" said the Septim as he looked around, "I have returned at last to Sp@malot, one of the malfunctioning clones thought it would be funny to leave his post. I will now make it clear that I am the God of Sp@m, ruler of Sp@malot and surrounding lands, owner of the dragon band (the black headband in the stickman comics), and keeper of Firengard!"
With that, Septim disappeared in a flash of nearly blinding white light, and a Septim clone was left in his place.
"You've all just seen the real Septim, not going to see him for another year or so," said the clone as he dusted himself off, "Well, I'm here to take my throne..."
With that, he sat on the massive throne of the Sp@mgod.

*Larson woke up covered in dust, bird droppings, and slime.*

"Ehh, where am I?"

[[EPIC REVIVE... YET AGAIN!]]

*does not participate

>.< I do deserve my title, of course its pretty funny that half the threads Septim made, got locked because "it encouraged sp@m" lol

Upon the Great Gates of Sp@malot Castle, a man clad in blue attire with cyan hair rode his white steed, Coverak, up to the massive wooden doors, followed by two men.  They dismounted and the leader punched the door, which was the only way to knock on it.  After all, it's about five feet thick.  He then yelled, "Open the gates of Sp@malot, for I, the King of Sp@m, return!"  Slowly, old servants who had tended to the magnificent castle with the disappearance of the King, and the lack of guidence from the God of Sp@m, probably due to another malfunctioning clone, opened the gates, and admitted the man.

King Travis Leiondon, accompanied by his followers, William Larson and his son, Arvious Leiondon, walked into the room.  The King dismissed his followers to the several bedrooms scattered amongst the castle hallways.  He then turned to the great hall which lay in the room in front of him.  He opened the doors, which were still rather larger than most, and walked to the end of the room, where the throne of the Sp@m King was.  He then took his place on the throne once more, and called to his servants, and gathered the royal officials, who, despite all the neglect from their leaders, still tended to the towns located outside the Great Castle.

The King then proclaimed a speech, about times past and times to come.  He apoligized for his absense, and then asked for forgiveness from the officials, all of them welcoming him back with open arms.

"Thank you, kind men,"  Travis said.  "Now, we are in our darkest days.  Sp@malot has been stuck in the dark ages for several eras.  I, Travis Leiondon, will allow this nation to suffer no longer.  Today, I will bring back the glory of Sp@malot, and all those who are of the ways of sp@m will join me and our god, Septim.  The era of the sp@mmers will come soon, that, I will promise you!"