After an accident claimed my body, my brain was preserved and put in a vat filled with a special liquid to keep me alive. I'd ruled well and nobly ever since, and it was now over a hundred years since I'd taken the throne. My policies had changed the kingdom into an empire rather than a criminal wasteland, and I was revered far and wide for being above all the usual petty schemes that marked a king's rule.

But now my parliament was trying to limit a ruler's tenure to one hundred years in the event they were reduced to a brain in a vat, and I was furious.

It was time to teach these upstarts I could still rule well and wisely, and bedamned to their desire for power!