# Muffinlog Mo 47 879 ## My Writing There's been a growing darkness in my heart lately. I once said a King should never be satisfied with the current state and always thrive for more, subjects and tithes. Perhaps the age, I somewhat grew complacent with the recent growth in my kingdom with loyal subjects and their faithful devotion to my domain has made me dull to the looming trouble on the horizon. Despite the growth of my kingdom's subjects and their faithful devotion to me, there has been some loss. yellow haired, foul mouthed creature called Cordon have claimed the Kitchen his Kingdom and started a rebel. He refused to offer tribute in my presence and been poisoning my food by adding strange smelling things and vegetables. VEGETABLES. What does he think I am? A human? He's also been poisoning the mind of my subjects also, Paige initially went to the kitchen to ease up the tension between him and I but his forked tongue have tickled his ears and now he dress like him and spends most of the days in the kitchen instead of cleaning my throne. I am disheartened by my oldest subject being turned against me. At times he still offers tributes of freshly sliced fish, unlike some ingrate subjects. Speaking of ingrate subjects, Slade initially stood by my side to fight against this invader Cordon, however he seem to have been defeated and stopped his crusade to the kitchen. Perhaps his failure to the kitchen disheartened him. he started to fill my throne area with weird contraptions with strange smelling dried leaves. He barked at me for getting near the shiny ring holding a glass with liquid. What a nerve! Yet I am a merciful king and know his loyalty thus I shall let this period his gloom slide. Once he is out of his depression I need to rediscipline him at one point by reminding him the throne is where I keep myself pristine and his head is best suited for my butthole warmer. He would appreciate it. The depression seem to be on my other subjects, Feather Ball, whom used to report on her activities beyond my realm and offering various tithes from the outside started to wane. Everyone under Feather Ball's command, the dwarf, elf and the human, been entering the kingdom with distress on their face. They have been avoiding me and I feel their lack of progress in bringing more subjects and tithe is making it difficult for them approach me first. Last night my kingdom's foundation shook and drove my subjects into pandemonium. I rushed to calm everyone down with glowing presence with futility. Feather Ball's companions returned shortly after the quake but their expression was filled with dread. Perhaps I shall personally visit them first thing in the morning to cheer them up. Starting with Feather Ball. I am merciful king after all. ---- %%[[Chatgpt edit 20230202]]%% ![[Tolkien Version of the log]]