Talk:Pharaoh/@comment-116.203.205.46-20160705170931/@comment-76.65.113.243-20160705175538

I laugh.Hard.

"Oh boy, better prepare for the second season of "how to troll royalty" I tell myself as I go around town searching for a suitable something. A week after, a bunch of royal guards in egyptian clothing come,kicking down my door. They easily spot a figure that's hiding under the bed. With a hand from two separate guards, they drag me out and continue to do so all the way outside where a sand carriage awaits with chains and what not. Or so they thought...

The guy they were dragging away was some punk who like playing pranks on me, but I dressed and coated him in SE to look and sound like me. I discreetly follow the carriage via my illusion abilities all the way back to the pharaoh's throne room, where she forces my dopploganger to grovel at her feet while listing a bunch of humiliating task for him to do.

"This is going to be very entretaining." I tell myself while taking a seat hidden in a safe and far dun of sand.