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Spring, Year 1.

I tell you what. Ten thousand years in the crypt will give you such a headache.

Seems like it was only Last millenium that I was out and about, playing with my ant farm, playing with my spider farm, and then there was that time when the spiders got into the ant farm... well, you can't win 'em all. Of course when you're the king, it's all life size.

I'm not going to get into just how I went from the Spider King, to TEN THOUSAND YEARS in a HARD STONE TOMB with NO PILLOWS. They think just because a guy's dead, more or less, he doesn't need the comforts of life any more. I'm going to have to give my followers a little education in ceremonial burial. I should have ruled C'tis. Now there's some lizards who really know how to lay a guy to rest, I tell you what.

Anyway, things don't move so fast, when you're in a tomb. And uncomfortable as it may have been, it does have some comforts. It's got a movie theater. You know I spent the Last thousand years, just watching Gigli?

Or maybe that only seemed like a thousand years.

Going to go out for a bit. Have to teach some witch doctors to read, and tell some bureaucrats not to take any wooden nickels. This could take a while.