[h3][color=gold]King Pridemoor[/color] - [i]Home's Streets[/i][/h3]


The pounding of wood broke the silence of a peaceful morning. It echoed off the exterior of the library's front doors and into the streets. After a few moments, the banging of wood repeated, but this time on Fuma's door. This went on for an hour as something went door to door, knocks heavy enough to cause splinters. Could it be something that crawled out of the forest?

No, it was just your king. 

Standing before the small house on the small hill, your king in golden armor, with royal grace, pounded a piece of paper into it's door. Pridemoor had some trifles with the woman in the past, but surely, all peasants, Jinx or not, deserved a seat at his royal feast. And this was no regular round table! "And with that," Pridemoor twirled to face the empty streets of Home, "My royal birthday guest list is complete!" On the door behind him, nailed into the wood, was a piece of red construction paper. It spoke gloriously of Pridemoor's upcoming birthday party. This would have been rather delightful to receive,

had he not done this three times earlier this week. Once again, every door in Home had it's own invitation nailed into it. But this time you knew it was legit. He did his own macaroni art, depicting what was supposed to be Pridemoor eating what was supposed to be a slice of cake. Having fulfilled his political agenda, he threw the hammer and nails into the yard behind him. "Now I am hungry..." He rubbed the chin of his helmet in thought, "To the taco stand! The man of bones will make me a breakfast taco, flour with eggs and sausage! And I shall decree it: The Pridemoor Special #5! With royalty discount, of course!" Babbling in his kingly voice, Pridemoor began to strut down the path, towards the sheriff's office. Surely he was awake at six in the morning.

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