There’s a bit of a bonus epilogue here from our last adventure with these folks. Its nothing important, as most royal coronations after a queen’s assassination and investigation of an underground smuggling ring are, so I figured it’d be best to have fun here while things were still fresh in everyone’s mind instead of two years later when everyone’s forgotten. My planning skills are improving.
Those post-assination-and-investigation coronations do sneak up on you.
In Fridgeland, though, might in not be a “cornation” instead?
“might IT not be”, even. I really must proofread my posts better.
your a genus!
I’ve always wanted to be a taxonomic rank. How many species do I have?
One. It’s sapien.
I don’t see how anything could possibly go wrong at a coronation ceremony.
Yes, they’re running out of friends to barge in half-dead or half-naked.