Something cryptic is going on in the algorithm kingdom.
MC youtubers are ruling the kingdom with their followers when a new evil arises from a couple of troublemakers.
Shapeshifters. Shapeshifters from a distant kingdom, The Dream SMP, are trying to...
With the smell of champagne wafting through the door and waking up the sleeping Techno.
He smelt it while he was sleeping and groaned while rolling over and digging his face in the blankets. He hated that smell. The smell of rich people spending money with no care in the world. No concern about themselves.
After minutes of the horrible smell, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out why anybody in their right minds would be drinking champagne at 8 in the morning. He threw his blankets off and hesitantly walked to his dresser, putting on some baggy red sweatpants and a sweater.
He grabbed his thin golden crown and stretched it like a candy necklace until it was the size of a bracelet. He put it around his neck like a choker before opening the door to his room.
He was greeted by food carts going up and down the usually empty halls. There were some people arranging things on the carts and shuffling some plates around.
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He was confused but picked up a smell in the air.
The smell of food. Delicious food.
It smelled like steak and mash potatoes, and cake and mousse, and a lingering smell of champagne amd red wine. It all smelled so good. It was like the smell of magic.
A women in formal waiter clothes walked by with a platter of several different cheesecake tins. Some had whip cream, glazes of chocolates, shreds of fruit, dips and nuts. His stomach growled as she past by.
He didn't think he'd want to eat cheesecake and steak at 8 in the morning, but he was willing to make exceptions.
He closed his door and started following a waiter to where he was going. He had fancy dishes in his hands. Techno walked against the wall, slipping past people who were running to get somewhere.
As he was walking, a couple waiters with free hands waved at him and smiled while some said "Hello Technoblade!" Or "Hello, your Highness!" as they sped by.
Techno did a little wave to each of them, doing a small smile with it. The smell was getting stronger and stronger and he knew why.
He rounded the corner and was greeted with the kingdom's kitchen. It was overflowing with chefs and waiters, all running out with knifes and plates, menus with napkins, ice and silverware. The noise was loud as well, it was a whole mess.
