Story #7: The Egg That Poaches You
started by @zeldman on Monday, March 15 at 03 PM
"They are dead, Sire," the Lord Chamberlain cried.
All of your horses and all of your men!
"I'm not surprised," responded the Sire.
"I filled their rifles with peanuts and cocktail umbrellas. They didn't stand a chance."
They had this coming really; they couldnt have botched the Dumpty Situation any more terribly.
And now we had a real situation on our hands. A rogue zombie Dumpty. Temporarily sated from horses and men, but for how long?
“Interesting,” said the king “exactly how does one go about defending one's kingdom against an undead egg-based homunculus?"
“Well,“ said Lord Chamberlain “The manual only covers non-rogue zombie dumpties. We may need to call The Egg Whisperer”.
The king replied, "Egg Whisperer? Really, Chamberlain? That's the best you can do?"
“Actually Sire, The army was the best we could do.” said the Lord Chamberlain. "Unfortunately, it is no longer an option.”
Duu-OM Duuu-OM. The sherry in the sire's goblet rippled. A scream. The smell of sulfur. "We're too late." Chamberlin gasped.
