Once there was a wicked queen who captured a tall tower. She was cruel and terrorized the people who worked there.
She reigned in terror for over three years before being defeated. In the final days of her retreat, she locked herself in her Tower and refused to surrender or acknowledge her defeat.
She depleted the treasury of the Tower, with no care for the future of the people she ruled over. She blamed her minions for her impending demise. Soon, one by one, her closest advisors abandoned her in her madness.
She roamed the halls of the Tower, letting all beneath her know that she would remain in control until they pried it from her cold, gray hands. She threatened her staff with terminations and demotions and executions.
She listened to no one, except for her Flying Monkeys. The closest of her advisors, Igor, created his own enemies lists and the Queen lashed out at those who Igor bid her to. Igor hated the honorable Captain of the Guards, and had the Queen banish him from his position.
As the days grew shorter for the Queen, and her enemies were at the Gate, her reign of terror grew more and more insane and gruesome . . .
Sixty-three days until January 1st. Hang in there, my friends in the Tower. This horror story is almost over.