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[Color=silver][b]Location:[/b][/color] Throne Room, Hume Empire
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"M'lord? Do you think?" One of the thrones' young brunette servants asked a blonde male who shrugged with a perplexed look upon his face. They had been on their way to deliver Emperor Dragan his hourly snack. A necessity that gave the great ruler strength and vitality during the entirety of the day. It was needed even more now. News of the Witch's victories left the Emperor stressed… No, not stressed. Never that. Her victories left him hungry for vengeance! Or so that's what his subordinates spread to the masses. The emperor's weight was indeed a measure of the passion he felt for his people, and he was a very large man.

"Emperor?" She was afraid to touch the emperor as she was much too lowly to under any other circumstance. Part of her screamed at her to leave, as to not be a suspect in the death of the Jaelhorn Dragan. She turned to the young man, but...

[Color=silver]"Huh?! What?! What the…"[/color] Jaelhorn blinked a few times as he took in his surroundings. The large throne room, the extremely comfortable throne, the two young adults that looked upon him in wonder, his… his gut? Fat fingers, double chin, moist crevices… [color=silver]"What in the actual hell?! Why… What the hell happened to me?! Where the hell am I?!"[/color] The servants startled, actually ran in a panic, exiting the throne room thinking the emperor had gone mad. The silver trays were tossed and food was scattered across the ground. Dumplings, the emperor's favorite snack.


[Color=silver]"Hey! Who… forget it."[/color] Jaelhorn stood up from his chair… well he tried. [Color=silver]"How did I get so fat that I can't even…"[/color] He sighed as he put some more effort into standing from the throne. [Color=silver]"Ugh! There we go."[/color] He looked down at his body with a frown. Placing both hands on his large stomach, he shook it.
[Color=silver]"Ugh… how? This is…"[/color]

It hit him. His last memory before this place. Shot dead in an elevator. [Color=silver][I]Hell. This is hell, isn't it? I'm a fat man… On a throne. A fat king?[/I][/color] He reached up to his head and removed the gold and red crown to look upon. It and the many rings on his finger glistened in the light overhead. [Color=Silver][I] A fat king eh? Fuck it, I'll take it. Just have to work out some.[/I][/color] He shrugged and sat back down, putting the crown back on. 

[Color=silver]"Ahem! I require assistance in my throne room!"[/color] He announced. Perhaps he'll enjoy this. The seat was really comfortable too.