Golden Age Lost

But the New King's ruthless policies began to have their effect,
especially after the brutal banishment of the mighty warriors
Pear-Ish, Ev-Ans and Son of Gib, great heroes of mythic proportions.

(Years later, Son of Gib would be pardoned and permitted to legally
return to Tigris Detroitus, but his lasting hate for the King prompted
him to join up and do battle for the Royal Family of Khan-sass.)

Team Tigris slowly started slipping...

Only the once-magnificent Mound Marshall Moe-Rees dared
to speak out publicly against the New King's despotism.

As everyone knows, Moe-Reese was consequently punished by the
King (and his Fellowship of the Colluding Cronies) through lack of
promotion, even though he deserved a better fate, for he had won
many battles in the past decade. This enraged the Mound Marshall.

(Moe-Reese remained bitter to the end, and as history tells us,
eventually he sold out his King and country for a large bag of gold.)

If not for the nearly single-handed heroics of Titan Tram-Elle,
much would have been lost in the vicious Wars of '87, fought against
the despised flying Blue Invaders from the Great White North.

During the Summer Campaigns of 1990, too many warriors were
carried home on their Blue Shields. The only bright star was the
newly-arrived giant from the Orient, the Colossus Say-Soul, who
incredibly slew 51 dragons in a single expedition, a Herculean
Odyssey that rivals Homer's Illiad...

The famed Field General Spar-Key remained strangely silent
throughout this insanity, unable - or perhaps unwilling - to
sense the treacherous course that the King was steering.

"Chemistry is bad," some said. Nobody dared to question the
Head Chemist, Dough-Menoe himself, however. Certainly the
King's new clothes are grand! Any fool could see that!

But only fools did...

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