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The Lost World of Ginger-Land

Ginger-Land
25-03-2005, 03:14
Before Ginger-Land became a nation, the citizens were part of the Kingdom of Khram (note: if this is actually someone's nation, sorry, I just made it up off the top of my head), under the harsh rule of King Khram. King Khram had been a lowly office worker until he saw the old King, Japut, was dying, and seized his chance, forcing the elderly King to sign a document naming Franklin Khram as his hair.
Almost immediatley, things began to change in the boring, peaceful kingdom. Anyone who showed so much as a sign of chicknpox was quarrentined until they recovered or died, and children under the age of ten were required on a leash with a tracking collar. But the citizens of the Kingdom of Japut (well, at that point, it was the Kingdom of Khram, but they were patriotic) wouldn't stand for that kind of treatment! They gathered up an army of farmers and marched to the palace doors, where King Franklin was enjoying his afternoon margarita.
Of course, since Khram was so psychotic, he had long since rounded up everyone's weapons, including paperclips, butterkives, and-sadly-pitchforks. But the farmers were bound and determinted to win, so they brought sackfulls of really hard bread (since rocks weren't allowed).
Needless to say, King Khram wasn't to pleased to give up his margarita to go get stale bread chucked at him. "Would you shut up down there?" he shouted, since he still had his "Princess" sleep mask on and thought his guards were making the bread-throwing racket.
"No! We want to be able to paperclip our papers together!" one foolish farmer called.
"Yeah, and we want our weapons and our sick children back-without collars!" someone else said, and then there was a big rallying cry, accompanied by a bread-throwing fest.
King Khram wasn't really that mad at first, but when a mealy chunk of muffin hit him in the side of the head, he was feeling much less forgiving. "Guards?" he sniffed primly, the way he always did before he got really mad. "GET THESE PEASANT MONKEYS OFF MY LAWN!"
His guards, who all had the same very ugly type of facial hair as him (a little goatee that curls ridiculosly at the bottom) marched outside, singing the King Khram song ("He's a true King, King Khrammmmmmmmmmm! He's a good King, King Khrammmmmmmmmmm!") and peppersprayed the bread-throwing crowd until they ran off.
The citizens of Khram Kingdom weren't stupid, so they packed their things, washed the pepperspray out of their eyes, and went to collect the sick people from the quarrentine. Only three people stayed behind, and that was only because the pepperspray had stuck their eyelashes together so they couldn't see to leave.
King Franklin Khram stupidly thought all was going peachily in his kingdom for three days, marching around, twirling his goatee and boasting, "Yes, that saltspray bit did do the trick, didn't it?" until one of his guards ran up and informed him everyone was gone.
"Scuse me?" Khram said, since he had been drinking his morning gin and tonic and had spat it all over himself.
"Just what I said, sir, King Khram, sir," the guard said, "everyone's gone. All except for three blind people."
The King started a huge worldwide search for his lost citizens, which brings us to where we are today...
The poor opressed peoples of the Kingdom of Khram migrated to a strange place called Ginger-Land, where the kept the title but lost the pepperspray and child collars and instead got cookies and child gambling. Still, the fanatical King Khram hasn't given up his search, and his latest effors have been leading him closer and closer to Ginger-Land.....
Eichen
26-03-2005, 00:57
Hon, this belongs in the role playing forum. Everyone there is playing the game, and this is just general chat.
I've never role played, but I'm sure someone can help you find it in a few. :)