It is hard to change the world on seven continents [or six continents, depending on whether you consider Europe/Asia a single continent because it is a single land mass.]
Which is why I am starting my own continent.
I just bought my own underwater volcano and some Lava Starter and Accelerator. Don’t tell anyone, but I also purchased some Gold Creation Mix to add to the Lava Accelerator. Not only will my volcano create brand new land, but it will also shoot out huge golden boulders. My new continent will start off fiscally sound.
When the new land mass is finished forming and appropriately cooled, I will call my continent Markland.
On Markland, it will be 74 degrees and sunny every day.
It will only rain between 3:00 am and 5:00 am.
People will only work from 11:00 am until Noon with a one-hour lunch break.
The only mechanical transportation allowed on the continent will be bicycles, kayaks, and dirigible airships.
Churros, and chips and salsa will be provided for free to all citizens, as they are necessary to sustain life.
I will have daily free concerts because I like music. I will have some superstars, but mostly bands that are talented and work hard, yet aren’t well-known and struggle to make a living. And I will pay them a lot. And stock their dressing rooms with churros, and chips and salsa. And if I just happen to walk on stage with a guitar and the band says, “Hey, Mark. Why don’t you jam with us?” I probably won’t decline the offer.
Obviously, everyone will want to move to Markland. But as you know, people like to ruin good things. Therefore, I will need to establish rules for becoming a citizen. Here they are:
You must be a human. Sorry, no robots. We all know it’s simply a matter of time before robots take over the rest of the continents and do the bidding of their AI overlords. So I will be installing giant magnets that repel any robots that try to enter.
You must be okay with me being the King. All that really means is I get to wear the “I’m the King” t-shirt. That will be the extent of my duties. Other than testing churros for deliciousness.
And finally, you must be able to play every guitar lick in the song Sultans Of Swing by Dire Straits. Hey, I had to have something hard on the list to avoid overpopulation. So get busy. If you need a good guitar teacher, I know one named Mark. But I heard he’s moving to another continent soon. So you might want to hurry.
If learning guitar seems too big a challenge, I will need several bakers highly skilled in the making of cinnamon roll donuts coated with peanut butter icing and crushed peanuts in the style of Supreme donuts from Flint, Michigan in the 1960s through the 1980s, when they tragically went out of business.
— King Mark
Thanks for reading and responding. You make it fun.
Mark
Fantasy?
I’m tasting notes of The Last Kingdom and Jerry’s Bakery peanut squares.
Are we there yet?
I'm glad your new continent will have standards. So many do not these days. "Markland" is an okay name. As a Tolkien fan, I would have lobbied for "The Mark."