I’m actually very, very confused about the direction this is taking.
Once upon a time, in a country much too small to ever show up on any map, a king named Sir Timby reigned. The country, being called Timbington, resembled very much this peculiar ‘United Kingdom’ everyone spoke of these days, yet however, Sir Timby of Timbington was a perfectly different sovereign.I HAVE A BETTER IDEA! THE ADVENTURES OF TIMBY! THE KING BANGYA!!! xD
Instead of drinking a 4-o’clock tea he would drink his 4-o’-clock rum every afternoon, instead of having bisquits after he would ponder why the rum is gone, and in lieu of meeting with the prime minister he would show up at the meetings of parties much more interesting, these meetings being called ‘J-Rock concerts’, in one of Timbington’s colonies, Japan.
Thinking of re-writing The Gardeners of Eden as a religious crime thingie instead of the lame fantasy thing I wrote as a 12 y/o