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Deal 1359: Ribbit Haiku

empty throne displayed
prince missing, family too
frogs seen everywhere

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Deal 1353: Maybe not a Prince

A prince cannot remain in exile for ever. That is why this meeting was so important.

Exile was itself unjust, but in order to end it and return home, it would be necessary to agree to the fiction that there was a justifiable cause for it. Pride made that a tough requirement, but returning to the homeland was more important that pride.

The day was ominous. Gloomy clouds, just enough rain to notice dominated the sky.

But when the prince arrived at the agreed upon cafe for their first meeting, he found nothing but a smoking ruin. Someone had burned it to the ground overnight.

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Deal 1326: Chick delivery

I’ve got the last trace I needed, and assembled my effigy. Rectangular. Display simulated by a photo of a chicken. It looks strong enough, but looks can be so deceiving. Here, the big sign must serve to both guide repairs and prevent future injuries.

Any effigy must be activated. I have an old cable used with the real one that I tucked inside.

Now it is just a matter of clearly visualizing my intent as I pierce it with pins.

And now its ringing. It’s not really a phone! It’s just a voodoo doll of a phone! It can’t be ringing.

“Hello. I’d like to order a whole chicken, fried. Yes. Thank you.”

Chicken will be here soon. Right after it goes for a bath in the infinite pool of hot oil.

A prince will bring a chicken.

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Deal 1317: More Doors

As my quest continues, the doors seem to be everywhere I turn. But so far almost none of them have opened to my key. I have not given up hope of returning one day, but even I will admit the prospect seem grim.

Then I punched the button for the elevator. The door opened and I stepped inside.

That’s when I realized that I had never seen an elevator on this level before. The door closed behind me, and the elevator car went totally dark.

A light came on in the distance, and I knew that I had to prove myself by running to it before it disappeared. I would have made it too if I had seen the chasm. As I was falling seemingly endlessly, I replayed the whole journey looking for a better way forward.

I landed well, and realized that the chasm was actually a cliff, and I was closer to my goal.

I also realized that I was no longer sure why I was so set on catching the light. Glancing over my shoulder revealed that the light was a projector, and my image was projected on to the cliff face. With commentary. And suggestions.

The only way out of that trap was to change my goals and never look back. I decided then and there that first chance I got I would step onto stage dressed as Prince and perform.

That was nearly absurd enough to break me free. It did allow the light of the projector to show me a door hidden in the rocks at the base of the cliff. Surprisingly, my key fit the lock and the door opened.