Welcome my fearful frights, spooked spooks, to a scary story presented by the mighty Miss B!
Now, this story comes from very long ago. Before the blues, where there’s only red. A power-hungry king asked for his reign to last forever. The king sought distant lands, slaughtering and manipulating weirdos with his charm and wit for the selfish end goal of immortality.
The king eventually found what he wanted–an apple of immortality. He ate it immediately, and became immortal!
No matter where he got poked, no matter how he bled, the king lived. No matter how much he fell apart, no matter how hard he screamed, the king lived.
When the kingdom believed the king to be unresponsive, that his heart stopped beating, they buried him underneath the castle. Within that casket, as his eyes caved in of rot, his muscles atrophied, the king could only think of death.
We pass centuries later as the kingdom lies in ruin and a group of grave robbers (let’s call them archeologists) uncover the golden remains of the king, his mind already long scattered among all of the parts of himself long since drifted away.
And yet he still thought. Behold, the immortal king.
The end!
Now I may have skimmed some of the details. Who knooows, maybe that apple wasn’t an apple at all ;p
Now what’s the moral of the lesson here readers? I say be careful with your body.
Wait you really think “Be careful what you’re wishing for” is the moral? I’ve a beautiful girlfriend who also turned immortal, you think I’ll put that against her?
Happy immortality times everyone