Fillmyzilla.com — Sultan

Word of Fillmyzilla spread like incense. Travelers came with pockets full of regrets; scribes with half-written chronicles sought endings; emperors heard the rumor and sent envoys with clay tablets bearing royal decrees to be made whole again. The Sultan accepted only what he could carry in his heart and leave behind without starving his own memories. He would not be bought by gold, though he kept an old silver coin in a glass dish as a reminder he could not turn away from everyone.