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A Prolific Adventure of Count Pheenic the Third

The life of Count Pheenic was by no means full of curious incident until that fateful series of anomalous invasions.
Indeed, until the above date, the most remarkable situation ever to occur during his days was when Young Count Pheenic concentrated very hard indeed on a pile of money on a wet eIndian day when the little mound of capital sprang into being. Pheenic was startled, but soon sprang out of his bewildered state as the INR defecated little coins all over the floor of the manor in Western Orissa; Obviously Young Pheenic then thought that continued excretion would devalue INR significantly and collected the coins in a bucket.
After a short while, Pheenic and this little pile began to get along very well and this little pile was soon the most trusted companion of Pheenic and has been a functional and faithful asset for many years of Pheenic’s life.

This regular lack of curious incident was soon to transform, however.
That historic night as a now much older Pheenic peered from his window in Pheenic Manor to observe a vast multitude of Ancient Demons as they poured in their numerous consortium over the hills of Western Orissa was the night when the whole of Pheenic’s life was to reform into something far more sinister but, at the very same time, much more constructive to eIndia and the people of the eWorld.

He had ordered the few villagers to assemble at the wooden walls of the village with their weaponry and arrange to combat the hordes of darkness. He had then presumed his miniature militia to be elaborately mauled, torn apart, eaten and generally disposed of along with himself.
This, in the case of Pheenic, was not the occurrence as, though his men were efficiently disposed of by the evil fiends, the those demons who attempted to discard Pheenic were, upon entering his close proximity, burnt into sheet of charred substance that smelt vaguely like BBQ sauce.
With his mound of cash cowering at his feet, Count Pheenic looked around for an answer. Suddenly he felt an urge to stare directly up into the sky where, amazingly, a giant apparition of a logo (a rising sun with overlaid sky scrapers) had appeared.
“My god…” muttered Pheenic in astonishment,
“Quite correct my dear Pheenic, this is the almighty embodiment of the Admin addressing you directly. Now, before anything drastic takes place in your tiny and pitiful eMind I will give you a set of orders. To put you in the picture, the fact is, well, I’ve been a bit silly really and I’ve left the precise measurement for the gold standard somewhere in the eWorld and I cannot for the life of me find it. I have tasked you and one other in this tiny and pitiful country to find this weight and you will both set out on an expedition to find this rather vital weight and return it.
First of all, you must track down the head office of the Arejayem Organization in eSingapore. They will know.
Finally, I will have you know that you need not search for your assistant. They will come to you. Goodbye then- I am very busy messing up this game. Good luck with the quest, you will certainly need it.”
A day later a helicopter flew over incinerating dead demons. It’s captain, Shail.back, looked down to see a man stumbling over the marshes. He landed the helicopter and went over to this man. “Excuse me sir? Are you alright? how …”
“Ah yes, you’ll do.” said Pheenic. Shail looked surprised. “Come on then,” urged Pheenic “we’re off to Singapore.”