The book of trident and pompousity starts out in the village of Sandiamas, where are hero Shak Tuy, is wandering the powdered streets looking to sell some of his spikes.
He ran into his good friend of the past, whom he had just seen the other day.
His name was Scarvet Dimanche, he lived in the old Winchester mansion on the hill outside town.
They were the richest bunch in Sandiamas.
It appeared that Scarvet was going on a trip to claim a wealth his family was to inherit and that he would like to take Shak with him.
But Shak needed to sell his spikes by the 7
th moon.
Or the tree dwellers would break his legs.
Well, Scarvet not realising stoutly that he had fortunes to be gave.
He bought all the spikes and returned them to Shak.
Thus Shak got to beheld all 9 spikes.
Still begotten on their trip Scarvet had a lot to teach Shak about the economics of their current society and how the industrial revolution took the dick of all dildos and shoved it up their asses, until they were red.
Shak did not know of such a vast noble world borne upon thee for which he gave his turmoiless life.
On their second day of their fairvious trip Shak and Scarvet were discussing racial issues among the Japanese. When cast down before them in their path lay a lady maiden, she didn’t seem hurt, but pretty drunk off her ass. “where but hasth this world but of shame cast me down to” she gasped. You are in the land of TRIDENT AND POMPOUSITY, about 67.3 hectares from the grand village of Sandiamas.
“I cannot, I shall not stand for this buttressed offense on my grand scheme to rid the world of thine polar, to thee will not stand for thy shall break underneath the bridge of the tyranny of time” quenched the mrs. of the former
“The trout of thine will never be pure if one bakes thy self loathliness.”
When the fair lady maiden came too, she spoke of a grand village buts whence she came from, but was cast down to live with the vile of the rechedness of the danger zone. The law was much behind her, for she hath many of dowry’s and alms. She spake of great trechedness that had engoulfed her pious village, a grand villainous squire by nameth of Vonderhoven son of Judd Hirsh. “He cometh and rapethed and pilaged our small villaged, the babies were tossed, the puppies shot out of canons, oh the horror”
Shak and Scarvet realized that they must do something. They gathered their forces to march on the grandeous hill next to the Fort of Grompity, where the evil forces beheld their stats. The toiled arduous hours of the blood sweat to create their arms of death, for they knew arms would serve no other life.
Thus Shak and Scarvet marched begotten down the path of their next destiny, with the fair maiden aliking to their notions of their life.
When they approached thine once sacred village, Shake and Scarvet bare to witness to those great atrocidities the Maiden and moon spoke of.
Throught the path carved by Styx, they minded themselves to be captured only by themselves. Before them now lie the once grand Castle of the land, three knocks would untrent for passage upon it. Ascending the dance of a spiral, the snow had fallen on the souls of many but to climb those would be to destroy the essence of Zeus.
Vonderhoven sit besmeeched in his own time and glory, minisculing in the dead of the land. Shak and Scarvet took their seats unbeknownced to Vonderhoven.
“Can kiss me kill in the same moment for all I know the clocks of the sand will tell us, shall they”
“Can the rage mean anymore than it does to aphrodite’s wings of promise, I think not but for those can I range my faculty for all its worth to those who think its not?” Scarvet shooks his fists with the rage of Eric.
“Did not thine thorn of my crescent pear, sprinkle your spine like a shaman at the acropolis. But what was this? Thine paths of past besmurched.”
“Forgotten the sorrows of Tuesday’s have you not, I shall break thee upon the devil’s back, and when you awaken you should not only know the dangers of a falling moon, but that the safest your swan can be is the hand’s of a dolphin prince of Asia” chanted the Duke of Nellsbro, from his lofty perch from which he spake to those common to royal hands. He sat but one from right of Vonderhoven, beneath the canvas of thine Judd Hirsh from the Breakfast club.
“Can Seattle know we can never wait, I don’t think so, the bird will always have to fly south, for eternity” the fangor of Shak shook the walls of limbo.
“No you will never succeed in your triumverent of expired pleas, for do not know what your advances on my noble will fetch your kin”
The lady maiden now hide herself from the glare of the doom.
Just then the doors busted open. “Geez, just shut the fuck up, no one can understand a goddamn word you are saying, man, you talking with your bullshit Thy, and talking about cloaks of the heart, to the beat of the soul, what the hell does that even mean” screamed Rufus. He walked near the Maiden started rubbing her thighs, she sighed with relief, and pleasure. He picked her up, and looked at the assholes Shak and Scarvet. Rufus grabbed some steak and walked out. As he opened the door he farted.
