The evil overlord Fergus had destined the Kopites to burn and suffer and thus the Kopites saw the King as their hero and savior. The King had arrived to the city of the Kopites and was tasked with the mission of vanquishing the evil overlord and his devil worshipers. "Lo and behold, we shall arm ourselves with victory" he cried but his army commander of the house of Gerrard was a rash young fool. With a swift blow, he felled a devil worshiper but was unjustly sent away. Alas, the Kopites lost this vigorous battle.
Next was a battle in the black city of Pool. A blonde harlot had given the Kopites advantage against the orange people but again, it was not to be for they had fallen to a blow from an unsuccessful musician.
And thus, the King from the land of Dog's Leash had decided to throw away his weak subordinates and demanded shillings for new cohorts. Become mad with his unlimited wealth, the King had squandered it all on one handed swordsmen. There was the biter Luis from the house of black grandfathers and the bastard of a northern woman and a centaur. The Kopites rejoiced to their Lord at first, but soon quickly discovered the madness of their King. "35 fooqin million, la" was their cry.
Alas, some time after, A Kyte runner had won a great victory over the devil worshipers and all hope had returned. "He's fooqin world class, la" was the Kopites cry to their Lord. And thus it came to pass as thy Lord himself came down upon the King of the Kopites. The King bent to his knees and listened carefully as thy Lord gave him a silent advice in his ear. "Deploy thy Kyte runner in defense."
And thus it came to pass as the King deployed the Kyte runner in defense and there was laughter all across the land. Once again, thy Lord's come forth plea had been failed by the Kopites as they came sixth.
The Kopites believed in their King and gave him even more shillings to spend, but in his madness again, the King spent it on Stewart from Downing Street and the Hunchback of Der Land of always Sun.
It was looking good for the King's men as the Kopites proclaimed "This is our fooqin year, la". But alas, as it came to pass, Luis of the house of black grandfathers claimed a devil worshiper had wronged him. The people of the land did not believe the man from the house of black grandfathers and sentenced thy Buck-toothed cnut to 8 days of submissive prostitution for atonement. The King had not agreed with this sentence and vowed to make a stand as he appeared in a white T-Shirt with the buck toothed victim's frame on it. Alas, it did not have the desired effect on the people of the land.
Time passed as the Kopites battled the armies of Stoke on trent, vanquishing the Roman's army of the house of Chav, and also defeated a unsupported blue army from the port of Stock. Alas, as it came to pass, the Kopites faced the army of Cardiff. Battling ferociously against world class la enemies, Cardiff's mere mortals defied thy Kopite's wishes and drew with the army of the King. The King's men, lead by Martin of the house of Squirtle managed to rally their forces to defeat their enemies, on penalties. Lest we forget, they had a traitor in the Cardiff camp in their young rash commander's cousin, Anthony, who helped the Kopites win the battle with his failed effort.
And as it came to pass, the Kopites celebrated their victory in this great battle by proclaiming "Next year is our fooqin year, la", and once again, there was laughter all across the land.