CHAPTER 3
The High King's Bodyguard looked sad...for obvious reasons. His king was killed and he was worried that he had to go through countless amounts of people (and spiders) playing rock, paper, scissors to decide the next High King of Skyrim. The bloody civil war between two halves of Skyrim, millions would be killed from throwing rocks, paper, and scissors at each other. The winner would be the last person alive, and any who weren't completely deformed from the rocks, paper and scissors were resurrected using witchcraft. The Bodyguard was angry. "WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?!?" His octopus friend replied "Well maybe because a wizard murdered him." The bodyguard looked back. "That's the seventh king we've lost in 8 weeks! We shouldn't let non-humans be kings..." The octopus looked sad and said "But I wanted to become king :(" The bodyguard replied "Look, we'll go back to the kingdom, explain what happened and then try and convince the High Council that we should come up with a different method of deciding king.The Octopus, now named Harry because he had a scar on his forehead and glasses, looked at Alfric Stormcloaks dead body. "Why can't we just use witchcraft to bring him back to life? AND WHY WOULD WE CHANGE THIS PERFECTLY SANE METHOD OF PICKING KINGS?!?!" The bodyguard named Olamir looked at the octopus and just stared. "Did you forget that YOU CAN ONLY USE WITCHCRAFT ONCE EVERY REVIVAL?! (Unless you are the king)." The Octopus decided the bodyguard was a butthead and flew off back to Skyrim. Olamir looked into the skies and saw the flying Octopus. "That's something you don't see everyday..." So Olamir got on his Magic Towel and flew back to Skyrim. Only the rich had Magic Carpets. Everyone else had Magic Towels! As Olamir came to descend upon Skyrim, he was stopped. "You, Olamir Shappuro are under arrest for crimes against the High King of Skyrim." Said the magic Crow. "BUT WHYYY?!?!" Replied Olamir. "We have a witness of the scene. Harry the Flying Octopus. Now, you are under arrest." the crow returned sternly. "Man that Octopus is such a di-. I mean, he has no evidence to support his claim." Olamir said angrily. "Well, first come first serve." Replied the crow. "That's the rules of Skyrim!" The crow handcuffed Olamir and took him away. The crow threw Olamir in the jail of Craftwitch. Olamir decided he didn't like the jail of Craftwitch very much, because it was very dirty and the room was only 4x4 feet of size. "This sucks. That octopus is so flipping... ugh... that wizard killed him not me." Olamir said frustated. A man came out and said "Tell me about it." Olamir replied "Well I was protecting the king and then I met the wizard and he killed the king and now I'm mad. Mad as poop." The gruff man replied "Well, we have to form an escape team to get out of this terrible place." Olamir looked confused "How would we do that?" The man's face darkened, "The sewer system..."
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DiversosThis book was created by me and my friend while bored during recess. We went to the library and decided to make a story. We would type a sentence and then the other person was going to type a sentence or so. This ended up being the result. Hope you...
