The Blue Lobster One day, not too long ago, a baby lobster was born under the waves of a vast sea. This may not seem important in the grand scheme of things, but this lobster was special. You see, the lobster was blue, and it would be used in a special plot to change the course of the world, for better or worse. After being found by two divers, and being admired for a short period of time, the lobster was captured and swiftly slaughtered. Its carcass will be prepared for the king, and with the help of a wizard and some extremely elaborate magic, it would hopefully deliver the ruler to the fiery gates of hell. It was on this day the ruler woke up. After he rises from his silk sheets, he is welcomed by the sight of the sunrise and a flock of peacocks being released into the sky. The jester appears with a greeting and a poem to please the king. “For, the darkness can overwhelm thy good, and evil may spread across the land. However, through the great power of hope, the chaos shall be subdued with its only weakness, truth. The mighty warrior ventures into the wilderness, wielding a...” “Jester, this is a fine poem, but I ask you to stop.” “Do you not like it?” “No, no, it is a fine poem. It is just that I am quite tired.” “Was the poem not exciting?” “No, Jester, frankly, I wish to rest a bit more, for my eyes can barely stay open.” “I put a lot into this poem.” “Jester, if you don’t give me 15 minutes of silence, I will do the unspeakable. Currently, I am exhausted, and I would like to end this conversation.” “Nobody appreciates the arts of poetry anymore.” “I do when my head does not want to be submerged into my bed.” “Poetry is a medium that is proper for any situation.” The two men looked at each other. “Shall I prepare a poem for sleep?” “Blast you, Jester, you dumb muppet. I wish for you to kindly walk out, and not be in my sight for the portion of the day.” “Very well my liege.” The jester slowly closes the door. It was around late lunchtime once the king had awoken. Once at the table, the chef presents the covered platter. “Dear king, I have made you a very, very special meal. I present to you the blue lobster.” The lid is removed, and the lobster gleams in the light, wedged amongst pieces of lettuce and lemon slices. “A rare delicacy, the blue lobster shall be found only through genetic luck, and through luck we give you this dish. Broiled with the finest herbs to deliver that unique Mediterranean taste, time and attention were used wisely to create the perfect meal for you.” The ruler stares at the dish and proclaims, “Well, what a pleasant surprise. I shall start eating at once.” After the first bite, he immediately passes out. Darkness. The king is not dead, but not living either. After coming to his senses, a world of
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