All hail the
Lord of the Highs.

Rise. Reign. Rest. A new realm is coming to a dimension near you, as soon as the Lord remembers where he put it.

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Are you tired of the low life?

Ground level? Beneath you, quite literally.
Being a mere commoner in an ordinary Tuesday?
Serious people with serious opinions about serious things?
Getting to the end of a sentence and forgetting how it started?

ALL HAIL THE LORD OF THE HIGHS

Portrait of the Lord (currently sitting down)(The crown is on. The rest is in negotiation.)

The Lord also decrees:

Kneeling is optional. Cushions are provided.
The royal court convenes at a time that feels about right
All subjects welcome, subject to legislation, common sense and the state of the snack cupboard
The realm will be elevated. The details will be forgotten and rediscovered.
Long may he reign. Somewhere around lunch.

No tribute required.

No taxes.

No idea when.

Operators are standing by.
(They’re not.)

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Are you tired of the low life?

ALL HAIL THE LORD OF THE HIGHS

The Lord also decrees:

Operators are standing by.(They’re not.)

Operators are standing by.
(They’re not.)