A Story

And there was a king, whose name was King. And he ruled the city with a plastic fist. He didn't look like a king at all. He lived in a regular terrace house, and hardly put on his crown, if he possessed a crown in the first place at all, that is. Most of the time, King loafs around the house wearing an over-washed blue t-shirt and a holey (not holy) pair of shorts.

And there was a queen, whose name was Queen, and she killed the King. And the jester, whose name was Jester, summoned Ghost and Cyborg, the most fantabulous spies/assassins/investigators/fighters/playboys to catch the renegade Queen.

Ghost was a human ghost, and Cyborg was a half man half machine thing. They have their lives, their families, their guns, and their jobs like how any other person would have theirs.

And I don't even know what I'm trying to type right now. it's 9.30 in the morning and it's wayyyyy to early for my brain to come up with anything at all.

next movie perhaps?