I’m the King but it’s Chess.

Or is it the King‘s responsibility to wake up early and make sure that the lazy bones got moving?

That’s a good question I guess it depends on what kind of king you are. Because you the king matter and nobody else does.

Well, anyway, I’m very glad that no maid or guard or anybody tried to wake me up

A maid would’ve been unfortunate because I’m not always myself when I wake up.

A guard would’ve been unfortunate for a completely different reason. I’m irritable and emotional when I wake up.

You know sometimes life is better if you just stay in bed and don’t do anything because waking up is always a gamble.

There wasn’t any rush there wasn’t any nagging and the quiet I had requested about twelve hours ago was holding.

I was only passed through a couple of times as I walked to the stable hands and acquired my horse.

So technically, I owned the horses and I suppressed the flashback from a rental station. Of cars, of skis, of boats, of anything.

It was as if I was renting, but with infinite money for other people maintained my horse.

Other people named my horse unless I wanted to override their names, of course

They maintain the horse… I mean, every little detail of the horse and more importantly of my own mannerism and life was if not managed monitored.

I had a new appreciation for the surveillance of the modern world.

Naturally easier to hate now that I was at the other end.

Or the same end really. If the consumer really was the deity, everybody thought it was.

Perhaps that was the only change between the old world than this world in the old world there was no king to hold monopoly over consuming

At least no obvious king

A man said that the world is a hotel resort for two hundred people and everybody else is just staff.

And in this new world… wasn’t I one of those lucky two hundred?

Was it a blessing or a curse that the scale of material I was permitted was less than one of those lucky two hundred of the old world?

And were they as kings?

I’d rather suspect so

They like I would hide behind good deeds while being complicit and evil rent by those who saw to impress them.

So disgusting was the world that the only just outcome was inversion subversion debauchery and destruction.

Materially not spiritually

I tried to go to different store quite often so I can keep a mental map of all the cute cashiers.

They say that it is rude to flirt with people who are on the clock but I don’t get out very much and I worry that if I don’t, I’ll never set my poor grandmother’s heart at ease.

And now as a strange king I was doomed to disappoint everyone. I wasn’t even sure my wife was a woman in the first place.

How do you gender someone who can swap bodies?

I’m sure there’s an anime or manga that explores that but I’ve not seen them myself.

But I was talking about going to five star hotels knocking on all the doors on the top floor and seeing who came out.

Not trying to smile at people I was rapidly out aging.

The people who at least pretended to enjoy the youth that I had forgotten I had.

And yes, I may complain, but I really do enjoy everything being reversed now

I like being able to claim exhaustion or busy nature when a cute girl tries to talk.

I like being more important than everyone who tries to bother me.

I like the tree of life bending to grant me fruit only for me to turn away and let it rot.

And I ask you if it is evil to do so.

And if it is so

Does the consumer have the responsibility to be content with that which is never worth it?

I didn’t belong back here behind all the lines behind all my pawns shuffling around with peasants

And the rooks of old would say that I would feel better on the battlefield beating men just like me. Riding them down with horses of special breed. listening to the whine and screech and scream of metal ground so fine.

They did not know I already knew of all such tedium they could bring.

For more rare earths than they I have seen.

I know where I belong.

The top floor of the five star hotel you were drunk daughter in my arms, your blood upon the floor the owner of the fine establishment with a mop crying and feeble.

I suppose as a king that would be legal and entirely in the cards.

I rather had no doubt that if the Queen’s Multiverse theory had any validity whatsoever I would find no shortage of worlds serpents heads to sever.

Rest assured, I will be making sure that your daughter is sterile.

To empower your children would defeat every worthy while.

I don’t understand my headache.

Aside from as divine prodding. Pain to drive me down your death’s lane.

When those I meet are disappointed, they hand me sorrows and with your name I am anointed.

I have never thought myself, aggressive but if I am cruel, I find the emotion oppressive.

I guess that’s why it’s my fate to bear this headaches.

I don’t know what happened in the meantime, but we had traveled a mile or two.

Our path over streams through valleys under archways of trees, carefully cut by a century of peasants and travelers.

Idyllic images to punctuate contrast my evil innocence and blighted mind.

Divine will to send a message such that I may comply.

A smile turned upside down all I need to bury you in the ground.

Idyllic images idyllic images…

I need to focus

My horse is being very docile today maybe the intense negative and aggressive emotions I was radiating. ESP or body language I know not, but I fear I was spooking the beast…

To see such fear reminded me this life of mine could not be so bad.

I try hard not to be an edgelord but sometimes it comes back out.

And you know, I think it would be funny but all things considered I’m pretty content. And if content can such ideas ferment…?

What dreaded signature with an evil mind sign and put to pen?

And because evil men can write good things they said the quill does defeat the blade. Yet of feather and metal ask me to choose copper steel or Neodymium , I would never pick the feather to win.

Maybe that makes me wild and uncivilized.

I may like to rant and rave and set the machine to tilt.

But upon the scales, place our souls, I’ll bet as much as possible mine bears less guilt.

God did not make the parasite with blame, if you find yourself afflicted, but yours alone is the shame.

I’d rather came back and reported that we only had two miles to go

Which meant the rest of the day.

Even though I looked expectantly for a destination, I did not find it for almost the entire duration.

But we only took two or three hours.

And without the flatterer in chief himself I would have simply passed the Citadel by.

Very proudly the old man made look older by his healthy horse waved to his fortress.

The entrance at the base of this valley among woods and gully.

Carved into a mountain this palace was.

Palace was so fabulous The devil‘s magic itself must have been employed to see its likeness ever deployed.

“I designed it myself.”

The first words out of the general’s mouth after I had passed the first three gates

I was quite impressed, except that I was worried that I may have designed this fortress myself in dwarf fortress

I couldn’t go back and check now, of course.

But my greatest fear was that this world had been designed for me at that this was only the beginning of some sort of torment, my eternal soul, hell hand crafted, angel requested by failing to my sin sequester.

Thought I was punished in past life, But here it was again.

“All built for you O lion!”

Bull, have some self respect!

“You seem to enjoy it yourself!” I countered.

And this is why, flattery and false smiles from floozy, angel, advert, cashier or modern major generals… fill my heart with rage.

“My pleasure is to serve O mighty one!”

I miss drywall, I want a giant wall of drywall that I can punch holes in. Complete with studs I can mangle my fist in.

Every kindly word drips to me with regret, for one sour note spoken from a gilded tongue or frowning pretty face once smiling festers worse than any well fashioned insults from crowd sourced barbed stingers.

A smile means safety, do not promise if you dare to take what little you offer from me!

I should have slept in today.