Today we visit Gog and see a day in his evil life.
THE GOD GAMES: Legend of Kor...Chapter Three
Gog drifted idly on his rubber pool chair. He loved lying in the sun in his salt water pool, gently bouncing off the sides.
Lena; he had loved beautiful Lena so much, and she had been the perfect wife for him; so supportive and loving. His heart refreshed itself in rage as he remembered Lena's murder. Her murderer was a Wale. The Wales again; it was always the Wales, the scabby, ugly, orange Wales. How he hated them!
The Wale that killed Lena had been an outcast Wale because he tortured small animals and wouldn't work the fields. He had grabbed Lena when she was jogging near the Glandis River, cut her throat and raped her. Gog smote the water with both fists until his fury subsided. He could hardly wait until every Wale in the world had been killed. He could practically taste his rage.
Berna, his current wife, came out of the house and stood at the poolside nagging at him. "You have a rally in one hour, you sot! You need to get out of the pool right now!"
"I will in a minute, just leave me alone you old hag!" Gog paddled himself into the middle of the pool and directed a raspberry in Berna's direction. "Show her who's boss," he mumbled under his breath.
Another rally tonight, the third one in a week, but they were necessary to keep his subjects in line. He'd wait another ten minutes and then go in and take a shower and get dressed.
Gog was handsome, strong, and brilliant-although quite overweight-and he fed the Selves the picture that they would soon conquer all of Kor and every Selve would be rich, own slaves, and never have to work again. Every person in Selve would also receive a parcel of Wale land for their efforts.
Gog thought for a moment about his great-grandmother whom he had disowned. She had been a Wale who had married a Selve. Gog was so embarrassed by her backward ways and her reviled color that he never admitted to being her great-grandson. Thankfully, she had died when he was just a little boy, so he had never been seen with her. Hopefully no one would ever make a connection between them.
Gog got out of his pool and glanced around his mansion. His soldiers stood guard around the perimeter of his property, and they had guard lizards with them to warn them of approaching strangers. The guards were prepared to release them if the strangers came too close. Once released, the lizards were trained to rip a person's throat out and show no mercy. He felt proud about what he had created.
Once upstairs, he took a shower and then rubbed Herba Aloe into his skin to soften it. His bathtub and shower were his pride and joy. It had gold faucets and knobs, and he could use either salt water or fresh water for his bath. His bathtub had a bubbling massage machine in it. All of the creature comforts you could imagine could be found in this bathroom.
As Gog dressed in his uniform, he thought about tonight's speech and how important it was to reach the hearts and spirits of the Selves. They were making good progress in eliminating those bastard Wales. Maybe they should build a third crematorium so that they could process the bodies faster. Yeah, that's a great idea; he'd bring it up tonight.
There was a discreet knock on the bedroom door, and Gog yelled, "Come in!!"
Grant, the butler, came in and informed Gog that his limousine had arrived.
"Tell them I'll be right down," said Gog as he finished buttoning up his jacket. He pressed the creases in his trousers with his fingers, centered his hat on his head, and walked down the stairs behind Grant.
Tomorrow Ann travels to Emon and meets with Dr. Lucy Prism.
THE GOD GAMES: Legend of Kor...Chapter Three
Gog drifted idly on his rubber pool chair. He loved lying in the sun in his salt water pool, gently bouncing off the sides.
Lena; he had loved beautiful Lena so much, and she had been the perfect wife for him; so supportive and loving. His heart refreshed itself in rage as he remembered Lena's murder. Her murderer was a Wale. The Wales again; it was always the Wales, the scabby, ugly, orange Wales. How he hated them!
The Wale that killed Lena had been an outcast Wale because he tortured small animals and wouldn't work the fields. He had grabbed Lena when she was jogging near the Glandis River, cut her throat and raped her. Gog smote the water with both fists until his fury subsided. He could hardly wait until every Wale in the world had been killed. He could practically taste his rage.
Berna, his current wife, came out of the house and stood at the poolside nagging at him. "You have a rally in one hour, you sot! You need to get out of the pool right now!"
"I will in a minute, just leave me alone you old hag!" Gog paddled himself into the middle of the pool and directed a raspberry in Berna's direction. "Show her who's boss," he mumbled under his breath.
Another rally tonight, the third one in a week, but they were necessary to keep his subjects in line. He'd wait another ten minutes and then go in and take a shower and get dressed.
Gog was handsome, strong, and brilliant-although quite overweight-and he fed the Selves the picture that they would soon conquer all of Kor and every Selve would be rich, own slaves, and never have to work again. Every person in Selve would also receive a parcel of Wale land for their efforts.
Gog thought for a moment about his great-grandmother whom he had disowned. She had been a Wale who had married a Selve. Gog was so embarrassed by her backward ways and her reviled color that he never admitted to being her great-grandson. Thankfully, she had died when he was just a little boy, so he had never been seen with her. Hopefully no one would ever make a connection between them.
Gog got out of his pool and glanced around his mansion. His soldiers stood guard around the perimeter of his property, and they had guard lizards with them to warn them of approaching strangers. The guards were prepared to release them if the strangers came too close. Once released, the lizards were trained to rip a person's throat out and show no mercy. He felt proud about what he had created.
Once upstairs, he took a shower and then rubbed Herba Aloe into his skin to soften it. His bathtub and shower were his pride and joy. It had gold faucets and knobs, and he could use either salt water or fresh water for his bath. His bathtub had a bubbling massage machine in it. All of the creature comforts you could imagine could be found in this bathroom.
As Gog dressed in his uniform, he thought about tonight's speech and how important it was to reach the hearts and spirits of the Selves. They were making good progress in eliminating those bastard Wales. Maybe they should build a third crematorium so that they could process the bodies faster. Yeah, that's a great idea; he'd bring it up tonight.
There was a discreet knock on the bedroom door, and Gog yelled, "Come in!!"
Grant, the butler, came in and informed Gog that his limousine had arrived.
"Tell them I'll be right down," said Gog as he finished buttoning up his jacket. He pressed the creases in his trousers with his fingers, centered his hat on his head, and walked down the stairs behind Grant.
Tomorrow Ann travels to Emon and meets with Dr. Lucy Prism.
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