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Once outside the bar, Ihawxd looked around to see if he could find a more welcoming building. He began to explore the gloomy village. The streets were eerily empty. Ihawxd could did not find a single human being out on the streets until, all of the sudden, he stumbled upon a large procession. He watched in awe as hundreds of men walked indefinitely, repeatedly chanting the words "hail Nashtron". Ihawxd immediately turned around, only to be stopped by one of the processors.

"Have you taken the time to appreciate what the great Nashtron has done for your life?" the processor asked.

"I don't think this 'Nashtron' guy has ever done anything for me..." Ihawxd answered.

"But he has he done great things for all of us!"

"Thank you, Ed, I think I'll handle things from here." a pompous man interjected, pushing the Nashtron fanatic aside. "Please, don't mind the daily Nashtron parade. It's a vital part of my community."

"This is your community?" Ihawxd asked skeptically.

"Yeah, this is my kingdom!" the man exclaimed. He then proceeded to show off his luxurious clothes and extravagant mustache.

"It's a bit dirty."

"No one really cares around here." He shrugged.

"Do you have a castle?" Ihawxd asked, looking around.

"No, I'm working on that. Lately I've just been busy having fun... I have lots of fun..." the king grinned, leaned forward and burst into a psychotic laugh.

"You know what, I think I'll just leave, if you don't mind." Ihawxd cautiously backed away.

"But it's getting late! Don't you need a place to stay? You can come over to my makeshift castle. It's just as nice as a real one, just a little smaller. Come on, it'll be fun!"

"No, really, I'm fine."

"Fine then." The king's smile changed from one of hysterical to maniacal. "You can just sleep out here with no protection whatsoever. Just know that I'm not responsible for anything that happens to you." He swept up his robe behind him and strutted away, head held high in the air.

That night, Ihawxd did not sleep. Instead, he stood clinging to a torch, constricting his imagination from creating explanations for the noises he heard.