[ WP ] The decline had begun almost unnoticed . Yet , each passing day , it had accelerated . Now , as you sit , on the throne of your decaying empire , the sounds of the enemy at the gates in the distance , you reflect . Where did the downfall begin ?

The Great King slumped on his throne, defeated. He had battled long and hard, but he knew it was for naught, as he trembled and shook upon the throne that had now become his last bastion of hope, he KNEW... he had lost the day. 
 A tremendous bellow gurgled and shreaked close to the throne room door. The king could hear his enemy as it drew ever closer to where he was cowering. Tears cascaded down from the poor kings eyes as he recounted the time he was sure his fate was sealed, a day he was sure to be his happiest, such folly. If only he had listened to the wise words of his father, maybe he could have avoided such an end. 
 Scratching at the door now! The frightened king holds his breath, frozen in terror. He has been found, his time has come. 
 The creature draws breath and presses its slobbering mouth to the bathroom door and screams, `` DADDY!! Are you in there?!''
