Here's the thing about being a king. A king does not let his kingdom starve. He provides them with nourishment, adoration, and protection. He does not make them take part in contests he knows they will lose over and over again. So another Scoring Battle has come and gone, and King Moorer has given his loyal subjects time off, so they didn't have to play Pinball FX VR.
This wasn't the case for long, because two ruffians snuck into my VR gaming chambers and tried the Battlestar Galactica table. Once the guards brought their trespassing to my attention, I, a benevolent king, let them try their best against my mighty 28 million. Instead, sir Duff, and Sir Hauter put up a paltry 9 million a piece, not even worthy of their subsequent time in the barracks. Sir Yan was spared on this day, for his fear stood in his way. He knew that abject humiliation was in his future.
As I sit upon my throne, hearing the cries of the once celebrated, now fallen, knights of the old, I begin to wonder. Will there ever be someone to stop the reign? Have I reached a level of dominance that has never been seen before? Should I call out other publications, since my own cannot even fathom the skill set to topple my innate pinball skills? Will the Williams tables announced next week give them something called "hope"? I would say only time will tell, but I would be lying to you, reader. And that is something I will never do. There are worst things I could do. For now, all hail King Moorer.