He awoke in the morning and felt his desk near his bed for
his badges, like every other morning. His name was John
Klyen, or as the rest of Rose State knew him- King Klyen-
the man with the badges. And so he did, every morning before
getting out of bed and visiting his people, he would reach
out to hid red-oak desk and feel his badges.
To his servants- Klyen was the most tremendous, most
disgusting monster they have ever seen, also his face was
like a fragile plaster doll of a young boy that you could
actually think that he would break when given the slightest
nudge of your fingers, because of this appearance, people
were afraid of him; you could never tell when he was being
kind, or when he was being hungry for other peoples
suffrage. Klyen was one hundred and twenty six years old;
also he looked like a young boy. He had a special drink, a
kind of potion that he had produced from the special roses
in Rose State that grew only in his peace of land in his
palace.
Klyen had won seventy-two wars in his all life, what has
given him seven badges- seven trophies that symbolized his
wining.

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