Chapter 163 Side Story 10 : The False King (1/2)
Once upon a time, though not so very long ago, a strange thing happened amongst the Glitch.
They were living peacefully enough, in the normal manner of their kind - they feasted merrily in the castles, and toiled merrily in the fields, and all went on as usual. But one day, an unfamiliar Glitch arrived amongst them.
This Glitch shoved his way into a castle, took a seat on the throne, and loudly proclaimed, ”Decisive. I am The King.”
The other Glitch stared at this unusual sight, completely unsure of what to say.
Who in the world was this stranger? He certainly seemed to possess excessive self-confidence...
While this was not normally the way such things were determined, the Glitch decided he could be king if he really wanted to, as he really did seem so confident about his right to be there.
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The new Glitch king called himself Dreadwing, and ruled with an iron fist; his subjects were expected to work day and night. This soon took a toll on their circuitry, and wreaked havoc with their joints.
To Dreadwing's fury, these issues did not resolve themselves, and in his anger, he demanded the construction of more Glitch to boost his ranks.
The Glitch were uncomfortable with this. Having children is, after all, a big life decision.
For as long as they could, they put off this task and tried to appease their king in other ways, until one day Dreadwing descended into a fit of such ferocious rage that the Glitch knew they could stall no longer.
Day by day, Dreadwing grew more apoplectic. In fact, his anger was such that he took to hurling his subjects from the castle towers, thus shrinking the population, and compounding the problem.
One day, a group of Glitch blacksmiths hit upon an idea. While none of them were willing to have ten children apiece simply to please their despotic king, they did rather enjoy making stylish suits of armour.
They were very adept at this, and it had often been remarked upon that the armour looked much like the Glitch themselves... So they set to work creating as many suits of armour as they possibly could.
The Glitch blacksmiths toiled day and night to create an army suitable for their lord Dreadwing. Of course, this army didn't fight, or even move, but they looked really great at certain angles.
Eventually, though, the blacksmiths ran out of room, and realised it had therefore come time to unveil their spurious army. This posed a problem in itself. Of course the army was not capable of marching to Dreadwing's castle, nor indeed, of marching anywhere else.