And so the 3 kings found themselves banished from their own lands. The people, rallied beside their respective kings, and drove the other two kings from Fancyland. All three kings. All the kings. And so Fancyland was without a ruler once more.
The three were tossed into the woods right outside the border of the kingdom. And there was a border. It was a solid, thick golden line inlaid with more gold, circumscribing the territory, with a golden sign connotating the uplifting message, "Welcome to Fancyland! Unless you're a plebian. In that case, go away. "
The three kings were dumped on the doorstep to what they each believed to be his kingdom, and read the sign. Well, Quadratum read it out loud with much difficulty, and Invalidi read it in his head. Stultus could not read it, as the sign said nothing about hair, but he listened to Quadratum struggle to voice it. And when he comprehended it, he thought nothing of it.
They all thought nothing of it. Each thought, "I am the king! I need not bother with such foolishness. I am welcome, as I am not plebian scum. I am nobility. Royalty!"
But their status did not matter, as there was a large, angry, confused mob by the line, a mob that had formerly been 3 mobs, but had since united into one. And it was this mob, this mob that each king had painstakingly organized, that prevented them from going home.
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The 3 kings
Aventura3 men that hate each other all declare themselves king and then banish each other from the land, and then all of them are banished and sent to live somewhere else. In their absence, a mutual enemy seizes the throne, and the 3 men team up to take it...
