Before the deliberation had begun, I would like to say: "Have you ever heard where women dominate men and govern a domain?" And then I'll follow it with a: "Look over there! Beyond the seas, you can find them hiding..." the signature phrase and the trademark of my life.

"You deserve the respect you've got here in this town. Şaß is welcoming your presence." the representative of this domain declares.

Well, the dart match gave me a thrill for the longest time in my entire career of proselytizing masses. I would have done it by giving them a heap of wad if they were to accept my initial proposal or if I failed to win those proposed matches enacted by the chieftain. But I digress because I've never had so much fun for several years… in my estimation, for a straight five years of not playing that I have had experience. I've won the match and I saved my coffer. We were neck-in-neck in the battle. I gave my all just beat to him in a peculiar 'Kris' knife-dart throwing. Tooth and nail, he imposed me to do it. He condoned letting me play my A-game. Of course, my effort would be futile after defeating two of the guys in an arm wrestling match if I was going to just lose.

To kickoff the game, a prelude to the match intermezzo. We didn't have the chance to show off to each other our initial throw. The board that we played in is an alteration of no bull's target and no outer bull's target. Thus, under our consensus, we played a fusion rule of the randomness of the dice and the shell game to determine who earns the first throw. I got the lowest which was two stones while he received six stones. Case closed. He drew the first throw. After a series of warm ups, his throw went through between the section of twenty points (20) and five points (5). To contest the verdict, the arbiter went to investigate further thus he came closer to the target. He ruled five (5) points after thorough inspection where the weird 'Kris' has a margin of error impaled on the side of five (5) points. I threw mine, same case, I was aiming for the twenty (20) points however, due to the aerodynamics of the blade the trajectory veered its projected target. I got the next adjacent right of the twenty (20) points, therefore. Breaking it down, the score is five-to-one. Advantage to my opponent, minus four.

The next throw of my foe looked so devastating because of how he got hanged with it. His second hurl was really the crucial point of this match. He got to hit twenty (20) points but I thought he just got lucky since the thrust of the knife was near on the perilous side - a zilch. I countered it with a twenty (20) points of my own on my second throw. I let myself to emit all of the tension and the pressure out of my shoulders. And voila, twenty (20) points had struck on the target. To recap the scores: twenty-five against twenty-one, still my opponent holds the lead.

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I won the match and I won the third string. It was because he got so cautious of hitting the outer layer of the twenty (20) points. He increased the descending flight and lowered the fluttering effect of his knife-dart. As it ensued, the dart pointed on the center of the board. The throw was a challenging call but to adhere to the essence of gentlemanship and sportsmanship, the umpire called a fifteen (15) point score which I did protest not - I thought it was a good call since I was playing on away turf. I did not let myself be interfered with and to be distracted so my mind went sedated and was just thinking about how to put this dagger on my hand on the twenty (20) section. I did ask to our patron Lady Wellicia for her call, praying, whereas she did answer to my heed. Thanks to her, oh my God! I closed the lids of my eyes, obliviously, and when I hurled my dart I heard the sound of being punctured. Wide awake. I opened both of my goddamn eyes. As I saw it clearly, it hit to the center of the board. The board. The center of the section. And that section is in the twenty (20) points. My elation got delayed since the roar of the crowd bewildered me. It's not heckles. Rather, praising me in the highest adulation.

Before I got to taste my victory over these three gentlemen whom I competed with, the celebration got interrupted by the Grand Emperor himself. The advent of his entry seems quick yet gorgeous.

"Oh, the grand majesty, himself! GroßKaiser (Great Emperor) Llewellyn McDylan TŷLlewellyn has entered the town." as the one of the crowd spots the presence of the ruler of Inglovia.

Wondering why? And it ticks to my mind, what is he doing here? So I ask the locals, implying: "...does this place contains a higher honors?" in a sarcastic way of putting a credit.

"Well, doctor. It is his favorite hotspot. His vacation place." as one of my competitors answers to my inquiry by putting as well and giving a sardonic response.

After a meanwhile, the Grand Emperor enjoys the cries and wailing of his victim by getting them - their heads and their hands in the pillories while suffering from flogging. Whom he basks the most are the ones who are getting stoned to death. Lapidation is his favorite pastime. I see. His sadistic personality is oozing. Adding it up with caustic behavior against his religious opponents. He desecrated the image of 'Croisism'. The cross itself is being defiled as he issues to his headsmen to wear an inverted epitome of it.

Inverted cross with the head of the symbol - the savior of 'Croisism' as seen as being decapitated. His 'Croisianophobic' is utterly disgusting by which, as a former 'Croisian' and a pastor, makes me want to puke. He then presents another one of his displays. Bigger iteration of a cross… same classifications of a typical mortal, size-wise. With each crosses he confers, all of them are shown in a severed body. After that, he supplants the severed heads and put on it one-by-one on each crosses and its image. How barbaric can he be?

"Is this the show that you are referring to?" showing my anger, I ask in a frustrating mood.

"Uhm…" as one of the audience stammers.

"Yes. And we are quite used to it." ending the conversation, I feel abashed to myself.