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“Huh, this absolute moron is going to take his kidney cat to a fairy-tale ending at the top of the Ferris Wheel. Wanna join us?” You wiggle your eyebrows.
“You’re dating me, not the cat. It’s a given you’re taking me.” Vera looks actually excited for this one in a wholesome way. “I can’t wait!”
“What are we waiting for then?” You grab Vera’s wheelchair and go onwards to the Corpse Whisperer Ferris Wheel!
Like with the other countless attractions in the park, you take the vouchers for the ride, then get ready to read the wooden sign with the lore! In a short summation, the story goes like this:
Long ago, every new year’s eve, the King of the land made a speech to the public at large, a recount of the accomplishments made by his kingdom during the year. The different milestones they have reached, both as a nation and himself as a person. He then compared himself to the great monarchs who preceded him as his equals: His father, His father’s father, His father’s father’s father, and so on. All magnanimous men who served their kingdom as well as their kingdom served them.
But one year, a cloaked figure openly questioned the King’s narrative. It was true that the crops were dying, the people were starving, and crime was out of control. But the guards executed this cloaked figure anyway.
Next year, the same events happened, but now, there were two cloaked figures. With the second openly questioning the King’s Father. A drunken King who died by drowning on his own piss. Both were executed again.
The year that followed, the same thing occurred, but now, there were three cloaked figures. The new addition putting the King’s Father’s father under scrutiny, as he was nothing but a moron who made his horse his military general. The trio were executed again.
New year again, same thing happened, four cloaked figures this time. And now the King’s father’s father’s father was dissected. A supposed military expert who killed half his army by refusing to fight in any way but head on. The quartet were executed again.
The following one, the Guards were ready for the five cloaked figures, and they were executed before they could begin their spiel. Confident, the King began his speech with the largest crowd yet, it was filled to the brim like never before. The news spread around fast about the troublemakers being dealt with and now the people want to hear their ruler without being heckled, the king thought. But he soon came to realize that the sizable crowd before him was nothing but cloaked figures. They all sat up but one, and this one said:
“I’m the Corpse Whisperer. I listen to the voices of the ones you silenced. My memory will never fade. Their truth is out and justice will reign. Prepare yourself because this is your end.”
All the cloaks came off, the rotten corpses that this kingdom was built upon were on display, the fraudulent ruler shouts for mercy but it’s too late.
