Welcome to the Realm of Tar Shakan
Welcome weary e-traveler, to the e-node of the Kingdom of Tar Shakan. Come sit in this comfy chair, kick off your shoes, have a sip of sherry here by the fire. If you are chilled, we have e-blankets for you. If you are hungry, e-snacks are available. Whatever you need to make your visit here as comfortable as possible, will be made available to you.
You may have questions, you may have concerns and you may be confused. Rest assured that we hold many answers that can dispel your confusion and shed the Light of Reason upon the Vapors of Confusion.
I am Marjem. I have been charged to explain the who, why, where, what, when and how of Tar Shakan. I have pledged myself to the task of illuminating your way unto a Realm of Wonder, Action, Adventure and Excitement.
Tar Shakan is a micronation, originally “remembered” by His Royal Majesty, King Magnus5 Baghataur the Braut in the Year Profane 2005. Realizing the fragile nature of so delicate a flower as this fledgling nation, he wisely kept it hidden in the shadows to protect it from the hordes of hungry nation-eating predators that prowl the beaches late at night. Incognito, in disguise, surrounded by enemies, both real and imagined, the King selflessly toiled in the sweat-shop of his mind to more precisely organize the Chaos that was, is, and will always be, Tar Shakan.
Have I piqued your curiosity? Do you feel that you want to learn more? Good. For this is my Holy Task, to bring Tar Shakan from the frontal lobes of our King for your perusal. Follow me for more.
If you are not interested, if you could care less of what I speak, I can only say, “PISS OFF!” You heard me. Come into my domain,drink my sherry, spilling on my freshly cleaned blankets, dropping crumbs on my newly swept floors and then not being able to even get through 4 lousy paragraphs? Oh! Your time must be so valuable! Oh, excuuuuse me for breathing in the rarified air that surrounds your head! Oh, I am so sorry! Get out and stay out!!!!
The next time I see you, I will release the dogs. I’m not talking the cute-faced puppies that want to play fetch and roll over. NO!
I’m talking about the cruiser dogs, the monster beasts, with slaver spilling over razor sharp teeth!
Go and darken my carpets no more!
Now that we have thrown out the rubbish, let us, the ones who know or wish to know, continue.
I am Marjem. I have been charged to explain the who, why, where, what, when and how of Tar Shakan. I have pledged myself to the task of illuminating your way unto a Realm of Wonder, Action, Adventure and Excitement.
Tar Shakan is a micronation, originally “remembered” by His Royal Majesty, King Magnus5 Baghataur the Braut in the Year Profane 2005. Realizing the fragile nature of so delicate a flower as this fledgling nation, he wisely kept it hidden in the shadows to protect it from the hordes of hungry nation-eating predators that prowl the beaches late at night. Incognito, in disguise, surrounded by enemies, both real and imagined, the King selflessly toiled in the sweat-shop of his mind to more precisely organize the Chaos that was, is, and will always be, Tar Shakan.
Have I piqued your curiosity? Do you feel that you want to learn more? Good. For this is my Holy Task, to bring Tar Shakan from the frontal lobes of our King for your perusal. Follow me for more.
If you are not interested, if you could care less of what I speak, I can only say, “PISS OFF!” You heard me. Come into my domain,drink my sherry, spilling on my freshly cleaned blankets, dropping crumbs on my newly swept floors and then not being able to even get through 4 lousy paragraphs? Oh! Your time must be so valuable! Oh, excuuuuse me for breathing in the rarified air that surrounds your head! Oh, I am so sorry! Get out and stay out!!!!
The next time I see you, I will release the dogs. I’m not talking the cute-faced puppies that want to play fetch and roll over. NO!
I’m talking about the cruiser dogs, the monster beasts, with slaver spilling over razor sharp teeth!
Go and darken my carpets no more!
Now that we have thrown out the rubbish, let us, the ones who know or wish to know, continue.