Animal Farm
Sultan Horn was dismayed.
His Animal Farm was on the verge of extinction. All his favourite subjects that stood by him throughout his most lonely days were about to face Judgement Day. There was no way out but to die. It was only a matter of going down in dignity (be eaten) or in shame (thrown down the chute). With shaking hands, he tallied the list of casualties:
6 Rib-Eye
4 Babes
8 Bratwurst
8 Chicken Little
1 Chicken Senior
3 Dories
1 Red Snapper
6 Kentangs
2 Magnolias
1 platoon of French Fries
He could not continue reading the unfinished list. It was just too painful. His most faithful companions were to disappear that very night! Unwilling go down in vain, he decided to set his army for one last glorious battle. With determination, he picked up his phone to call his allies. At the same time, messengers were sent out by the MSN portal to reach friendly kingdoms for help.
KA MATE! KA MATE! KA ORA KA ORA!
It is life! It is life!
It is death! It is death!
Alas, the Sultan's cries for help went unheard. One by one his appeals and pleas were ignored, unanswered, rejected. His lines of help all exhausted, the Sultan realised he would have to face this final test himself. Looking at his belly, he wondered how in the bloody hell he was going to pull this off.
Ah well, he thought. Fuck it. I'll decide tomorrow. And with that, the lazy ass bum Sultan went to bed fearing the worst the next day. He knew fully well that by doing so, Animal Farm would be wiped out by a flood on a colossal scale. You see, Animal Farm was no ordinary place. It is an elite force painstakingly selected, drafted and trained by the Sultan in the Deep Freeze. The warriors were cold and hardened fighters waiting to unleash their potential. Fried, Stir-Fried, Steamed, Baked, Microwaved, Boiled, Poached. They were well-suited for all kinds of battles. But never before have they faced such a trial that threatens their very existence.
As the Sultan slept, cries of help from the Farm ebbed to his ears. It was going to be a long, troubled sleep...
--horn--
His Animal Farm was on the verge of extinction. All his favourite subjects that stood by him throughout his most lonely days were about to face Judgement Day. There was no way out but to die. It was only a matter of going down in dignity (be eaten) or in shame (thrown down the chute). With shaking hands, he tallied the list of casualties:
6 Rib-Eye
4 Babes
8 Bratwurst
8 Chicken Little
1 Chicken Senior
3 Dories
1 Red Snapper
6 Kentangs
2 Magnolias
1 platoon of French Fries
He could not continue reading the unfinished list. It was just too painful. His most faithful companions were to disappear that very night! Unwilling go down in vain, he decided to set his army for one last glorious battle. With determination, he picked up his phone to call his allies. At the same time, messengers were sent out by the MSN portal to reach friendly kingdoms for help.
KA MATE! KA MATE! KA ORA KA ORA!
It is life! It is life!
It is death! It is death!
Alas, the Sultan's cries for help went unheard. One by one his appeals and pleas were ignored, unanswered, rejected. His lines of help all exhausted, the Sultan realised he would have to face this final test himself. Looking at his belly, he wondered how in the bloody hell he was going to pull this off.
Ah well, he thought. Fuck it. I'll decide tomorrow. And with that, the lazy ass bum Sultan went to bed fearing the worst the next day. He knew fully well that by doing so, Animal Farm would be wiped out by a flood on a colossal scale. You see, Animal Farm was no ordinary place. It is an elite force painstakingly selected, drafted and trained by the Sultan in the Deep Freeze. The warriors were cold and hardened fighters waiting to unleash their potential. Fried, Stir-Fried, Steamed, Baked, Microwaved, Boiled, Poached. They were well-suited for all kinds of battles. But never before have they faced such a trial that threatens their very existence.
As the Sultan slept, cries of help from the Farm ebbed to his ears. It was going to be a long, troubled sleep...
--horn--
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