Alex and the Zombie

Alex is a normal 8-year-old boy. He likes sports, hotdogs, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, double chocolate fudge devil's food ice-cream cake, hanging out with his best friend and his dog. He loves hot summer nights, catching fireflies, running like a maniac, chasing after frogs and camp fires. Well fires in general.
Like any 8-year-old boy, Alex hates bedtimes, showers, bread crust and vegetables, especially broccoli and cabbage; he wages war against them.
He plays little league baseball, rides a bicycle, goes camping, doesn't care too much for math, picks his nose, enjoys painting monsters in watercolors and watching cartoons. In fact, Alex's life is so mind numbingly normal that you might forget, if only for a minute, that he is Ruler Supreme.
Oh, did I forget to mention Alex is also the Dark Lord?
He is! But as far as dark lords go, Alex is not that bad. Sure, he may have turned the skies blood red and boiled the oceans, he may hang around those intense cavalry guys a little too much, he may even every once in a while wipe out a village or two of those pesky human beings, but deep down inside, where it really counts, Alex, is just a normal 8-year-old boy.