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THE WAKING UP IN IT FOR FUN WEIRD WEAPONRY HOT BATTLES

Once upon a time, not so long ago, lived a handsome prince.

One bright and early morning Prince Gary drew back his heavy, brocade curtains, looked out from his bedroom, high on a mountainside, and surveyed the rugged, snow-covered land. Below, under a sky the color of a duck’s egg, his subjects were busying themselves for the day’s activities.

He chuckled to himself as they waddled, like fat mother geese, up and down the stairs to and from their sparse rooms to their filthy, salt-encrusted carriages.

They waddled because they wore so many clothes—layers of thin thermals, then plastic body armor, over which they pulled cold, stiff leather suits, and topped off with thick, padded nylon outer garments and colorful knitted bonnets partially covering their cheerful, misshapen heads. The shush-shush sound of the serfs’