Long Live, me, The King.
Plebs, listen to me!
I am the king; I pull all the strings, so it’s about time you put me on a higher pedestal. My view is far from pleasant. Wherever I cast my gaze, I am constantly confronted by a bunch of petrified idiots who give me the most hideous looks, not to mention that bloke whose bare arse I’ve had to stare at for a couple of centuries now!
If my order is not obeyed, anyone who enters this park and looks at one of us will be turned to stone.
I could swear I signed up as a mercenary with the Roman army for a few months. How on earth did I end up here? Apparently, the emperor never paid me my wages. As they say, the wine’s on the house…
I can barely remember the last thing I did. Did that painter drug me, or was it a sorcerer who lured me into the underworld!? I wish my thoughts were as numb as my limbs.
Oh my God, the one time a sculptor takes the trouble to immortalise a woman, she has to share a park with a bunch of losers spoiling the view, who aren’t worth a second glance and do nothing but whinge on and on, trying to attract attention or dominate others.
Let me think for a moment. I need to get out of here. The night of 30 October would be best. That’s when the gates to the underworld are open. All I need is some food to summon the ancestors. Those grapevines don’t seem to be growing very fast.
How do I find an ally?
One thing is certain: that king is an idiot with a stolen crown. What a farce. There is only one true ruler, and that is me. I bear the mark of sovereignty, just like a god.
Hello, is there anyone who can chop that king to pieces? Perhaps the remains would still be good for a pigsty.
Say, is my sentence over yet? Even the ivy that was growing up the pillars has turned to stone by now, and I can’t bear the chains any longer – besides, my neck’s aching. If that king issues any more ultimatums, I’ll let out a massive fart right in his face.
Girls, girls, girls... Let’s finally bury the hatchet and get on with life. I really need a modern outfit. My current dress is quite worn out.
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Wah....ini cerita yang sangat bagus dan menghibur sekali, tapi aku tidak bisa ikut karena sudah mencoba namun tidak bisa menempel fotonya, aku akan mencobanya lagi nanti, di tempat ku sedang gangguan server apalagi di tambah dengan pemadaman lampu sampai sore hari
If so, just write without any images and you’ll be in with a chance. Who knows, maybe you’ll be able to add them later?
I can also send you the links to the images by email.
Kalau begitu, tulis saja tanpa gambar, sehingga kamu sudah ikut serta. Siapa tahu nanti bisa ditambahkan?
Saya juga bisa mengirimkan tautan gambar-gambar tersebut kepadamu melalui email.
Saya sudah mengirimkan tautan ke foto-foto tersebut melalui email; kamu bisa menyalin semuanya begitu saja, lalu menyisipkan teks di antaranya. Tentu saja, kamu juga bisa mengatur urutan foto-foto tersebut sesuai keinginanmu. Semoga berhasil.
I’ve sent you links to the photos by email; you can copy the whole lot as it is and then insert the text between them. Of course, you can also reorder the photos. Good luck.
Terimakasih temanku 🙏🌹
Thank you for reading and leaving a comment. Your upvote for this art & story is appreciated.
A great day.
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And if that chained man dares to fart on the king's face, I swear that fart will be so loud and powerful, the whole park will be evacuated for fumigation! The king will finally fall off his pedestal, and his stolen crown will fly straight into the pigsty where it belongs 🤣
If you ask me that is a good solution. Now you join ..with or without photos if you cannot upload them.
Oh okay 😊