As I sat on the throne, I gazed upon the sprawling metropolis of New Elysium. The city was a marvel of modern engineering, with towering skyscrapers that pierced the clouds and streets that seemed to stretch on forever.
But little did I know, our greatest challenge lay not with the city's infrastructure, but with the apocalyptic horde that threatened to consume us all.
Enter the Olympian Guard, an elite task force of warriors trained in the ancient art of extreme ironing. With their trusty ironing boards at the ready, they set out to defend our great city from the hordes of fluffy, fleece-loving zombies that threatened to engulf us all.
Continue to Chapter 3: The Ironing
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