10/12/2016, 11:26 pm
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King Trumpoden arrives at the battlefield of November and surveys the great host of orcs, media, fraudulent voters, and other Democrats arrayed against him. Turning about on his horse, he delivers his battle speech to his loyal following, the Voteforhimm.
Trumpoden: Arise, arise voters of Trumpoden! Fell deeds awake, fire and slaughter! Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to November!
Diamond, take the left wing!
Diamond: We ON it, Donald!
Trumpoden: Pence, take the ‘Make America Great Again' banner down the center!
Pence: I fear no media!
Trumpoden: Silk, take the right wing!
Silk: C'mon, y'all, we ON this!
Trumpoden: Make America great again!
Voteforhimm: GREEEEAAAAAT!!!!! GREEEEAAAAAT!!!!! GREEEEAAAAAT!!!!!
Meanwhile, the media hurries to order their ranks to meet the tide of angry voters preparing to descend upon them.
Anderson: Line up, you maggots! Hurry! We weren't expecting him to attack from there, or even to attack. Why can't he be like other Republicans? Fire with every accusation you can think of! Fire at will – make up stuff if you have to! Snopes, Media Matters, WaPo, get your fact checkers and secure the flanks. Here they come! Our credibility ratings are at an all-time low, run away!
Trumpoden and the Voteforhimm swarm upon their enemies, and when the armies collide, the Voteforhimm scatter their foes like chaff in a landslide of patriotism and righteous anger.
Trumpoden: Secure the party! Let us begin the work of rebuilding our economy. Hey, what the heck is that?
Trumpoden and the Voteforhimm find themselves confronted by the massive army of the Establishmentlings mounted on their fearsome Oliphants. Their chant of “#nevertrump! #nevertrump!” fills the air.
Trumpoden: Okay, form your lines. Sheesh, why can't they fight like this against Democrats?
Enraged at the treason of the Establishmentlings, the Voteforhimm form their lines ready to avenge decades of cowardice, indecision, and broken campaign promises. Into the fray! Another collision and after some of the Voteforhimm are swept aside, the ghost army of the Cruzers, seizing the opportunity to redeem their oath, enters the melee. Trumpoden and his men prevail and the Establishmentlings are overthrown.
But high above, on a circling fell beast, ride the Witch Queen and her companion. Her hideous cackle makes men's ears bleed and strong warriors are driven mad. Swooping down in a last desperate attempt to debate Trumpoden, she dislodges her riding partner sending him tumbling to the ground.
Kaine: I want to debate him, too!
Witch Queen: Fool! I have no more use for you. Worship me or die!
Kaine: No way! You said we were stronger together. Remember?
Witch Queen: Put away your sword. No man can harm me.
Kaine: How dare you assume my gender. I am no man, but your right hand person!
Stabbing the Witch Queen, Kaine watches her stumble forward in a fit of coughing and melting until she is no more. Kaine is later found pierced through by 37 arrows in an apparent suicide.
Finally, the November Field is in the hands of the true reformers. The Democrat orcs and their media allies are strewn about here and there mingled with the corpses of the Establishmentlings.
Later, Trumpoden is duly elected and sworn in. The nation's borders are secured. The economy begins to recover, America is once again respected in the world, and America becomes a happier more prosperous nation, a beacon of hope to the world once again.


Dearest friend, al-Blogunov,
