King_Marmoset!’s BodyBlog

It has taken young King Marmoset until this very day to convalesce after his armageddon conflict with the undying overlord of THE USSR!  Here is the tale!!  

Marmoset on the walls of the Kremlin

King Marmoset appeared out of the void one Saturday morning (some would say that he was still soggy with booze).  Lenin’s minions must have been tipped off by some unsavory friend of darkness that an attack was imminent (probably a monkey some beggar employed that appeared to give your handsome narrator the stink-eye).  Even the mighty King Marmoset had to wait in line for his chance at the Overlord; wait in line with actual Europeans.  It seemed King Marmoset was not alone in his thirst for vengeance.  The line was very long indeed.  

The stink-eyed monkey

Upon checking all cell phones, cameras, sabers, and nunchuks, King Marmoset was permitted to make the long walk to the tomb of Lenin.  Yes, my incredibly portioned reader, thou shalt not photograph the zombie master!  It is forbidden by orders of the Red Army their damn selves!  The long walk to the tomb was filled with great peril for there were many commie zombies buried along the red walls of the Kremlin.  All were dispatched for the sake of freedom and for living humans everywhere!  

Finally, the tomb!!  There, the Overlord was waiting for ol’ King Marmoset!  A great, great battle ensued.  Sucker punches and kidney chops were landed by both battling sides.  The tomb, the Kremlin, Red Square, and even reality itself was destroyed in the battle!  Who won?  Even King Marmoset knows not.  What is known is that upon waking up in the rubble of Moscow the authorities “obliged” with vodka for King Marmoset to rebuild everything by hand.  It took me 7 minutes to do so.  The zombie Vladimir Lenin was not to be found.  Yet, according to media reports on the Internets, it magically reappeared in its tomb the very next day.  Yes, King Marmoset knows not who won, but he gets the feeling it wasn’t him.  Dread to you, lord Lenin!!!  We shall meet again!  

The only penance for failing to slay the Overlord is to lift.  Lift hard!!  Lift with great vengeance and furious anger!!  I must be bigger.  I must be stronger.  I must seek out a great master of the weight and suffer under their cruel tutelage.  I shall travel west and seek out the singularly luminescent DanicaX.  So sayeth I, King Marmoset, now and forever!!!

The zombie of Peter the great and his bride.  I slayed them.  Note:  I built that church when I was two just to show off.