This is Volorty. Here, the Armenian nation is always in a primitive state of development. Meanwhile, at lower elevations, other stronger nations breed like buffalo.
Japan is one of the Great Powers. They cover most of a continent. Their mountains tower tall...and their volcanoes tower taller by the decade. And the earthquakes always love to shake things up.
Between these great hills, waterfalls fall far, hot springs run deep, and the greenery is never in short supply. Carps, minnows, softshell turtles, and giant salamanders fill the waters.
It's December...by Armenian reckoning. And in Japan, that means cool weather, lots of snow, fewer flowers, and everything slows down for a while. Unless, of course, you're an Armenian... But that comes later.
Uphill, people live in pagodas, and smaller houses with paper walls. Hence, you wouldn't expect them to throw stones. Alas, the Great Powers can be quite the bitches, when it comes to Armenians...
This is one grand pagoda. It's overdeveloped like nothing you'd imagine. And with good reason: a shogun lives here.
He snores atop his futon. It's hard to believe that after decades of services to the nation, he's STILL single... But of course, shoguns are workaholics. With that said, one can only imagine how the hell ANY statesman ever slows down in his career long enough to marry...
For the shogun, there's no such thing as "slow and steady." He's got an arsenal full of katanas to prove it... One of them is NOT the Soultaker. He WISHES it was the Soultaker...
Up to the wharf just behind his house, a speedboat pulls up. It's mostly made of wood. Its outboard engine is quite impressive...if not a bit steampunk.
Aboard, an Armenian immigrant moors the boat. He's thought to conceal himself. Just because he's avoiding the neighbors' attention, after all, doesn't mean they're not spying on him, as he sneaks around...
From the hold, Viktor takes a wreath of coiled rope. With some of the best marlinspikemanship on Volorty, he ties one end of the rope to a bitt at the boat's stern...
Inside, the shogun still snores. He doesn't hear his home security system go off...because it doesn't.
Whimpering and bouncing around at the front door, where everyone's shoes are, a shiba inu bounces around, all bound and gagged. This, apparently, was the shogun's security system...and not to mention his lap dog. ([Snicker], a shogun with a lap dog?! Whomever heard of such a ridiculous abomination?!)
At one end of the bed, the shogun's feet lie. He could sure afford some better socks... If only he didn't already spend too much of the state budget on new katanas for his own arsenal...
Deviously, a loop of rope ensnares the shogun's feet, via his ankles. Slowly, the loop shrivels...until its slack is spent. The rope then rests, and waits for its moment to come...
For the next half-hour, Vicktor re-fills the outboard motor's fuel tank. He'll need a LOT of fuel, for what he's about to do to poor ole Father Japan's head...
In the sky, the sun gets higher. Today of all days, it couldn't look more like that big red spot on the Japanese flag...the one that'd be all-white, otherwise...
It's bound to happen...and it does. A rooster leaps from a Japanese maple, and lands near a weather vane. Funny; the weather vane looks a lot like him. It takes him a few tries...but he ultimately crows loud enough to wake the shogun.
And yet, the shogun STILL doesn't wake... But then, that make sense. He DID spend most of last night out with the boys, slaughtering raccoon dogs in droves... He's still got some of their pelts. They're drying in the smokehouse, as he sleeps.
At last, Viktor starts the motor. The boat is unmoored. He opens the throttle, and speeds away...
On the wharf, the wreath of the rope's coils lie. One by one, the coils vanish, reducing the rope's slack. The last coil is spent, and then...
Before the shogun can go for his katanas, the futon he's on gets towed right through the paper wall of his royal chambers, across a mote, and into a raft. From here, he's at the Armenian's mercy. And in Japan on Volorty, Armenians have NEVER been known, or loved, for their mercy...
With the shogun dangerously in his clutches, sweet young Viktor turns on a boom box, he keeps in his boat. With amplifiers, it plays Davin James's "Rat Killin' Time."
The shogun's been tied to his futon. He angrily thrashes against the bonds, and demands to be set free.
The wind rips the bedding off his futon, revealing him in his birthday suit. Now THIS causes him to scream in rage, like the fucking Hulk...
Viktor grins, and takes the shogun's royal ass through a bayou...where there are trees everywhere. To spice things up, like jambalaya, he moves in serpentine movements throughout the bayou. And yet, somehow, the rope doesn't get caught up between the many low-growing cypress trees...
No surprise, the shogun's got a very big dragon tattoo across his chest. As much as I would love to elaborate on how cute the matching one on his dick looks...I won't.
Yes indeedy, scrotum-squeezy, the shogun is at the Armenian's mercy, now. And Viktor is NOT in a merciful mood...
And if you asked Japan's bitchy Impractical Minister of Social Affairs...who's due to make her big entrance at any moment now...as if Viktor's was too mediocre for her...he never is.