Zakalwe
Inactive Member
Little Jimmy sat on his throne. Well that's what he called it, and what he demanded everyone else called it, it was an ornate chair, taken from a client in lieu of his protection money, on a pedestal with several cushions. Not for comfort, but for further elevation. For Little Jimmy was only 5' tall, in a world full of large men. This had bred the need to succeed in Jimmy, the need to be the chief of all the big people who had mocked him. And this seemed to be going quite well, in the last few months he'd gotten onto the protection business, surprisingly easy. Sure he'd had some threats from those who didn't like him moving on his territory, but Little Jimmy didn't care, who could hurt him? He was on his thrown, in the middle of his thrown room (sitting room), in his palace (reasonably large middle class house), surrounded by his estate (quite a nice garden), with his palace guard (his gang). He was on top of the world!
"My lord, the perimeter guard are not responding.â€
"My lord, the perimeter guard are not responding.â€
