The mighty, tickle driven, demon army. Cursed by the gods to never weild weapons forvthry were far too powerful to allow them military might. However, the Tickdema learned a new way to conquer. A way so fool proof, even the gods wouldn’t stand a chance. But there was a fatal flaw. Not everyone was susceptible to such tactics.
That’s when Cerone emerged. A four armed sorcerer with only one thing in mind. Tickling. Every spell he cast left even the mightiest of warriors in ticklish messes. Those who had never been ticklish were the absolute best, screaming with laughter as the new sensation engulfed them.
This was how the Tickdema grew to power. A sorcerer who could tickle anyone and an army behind him.
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