Our short story starts with a group of Lords, Ladies, Knights and rich merchants. A knight in blue robes wearing a gold chain about his neck the King's emblem hung from the chain marking him a general he is (I should say was) Boris the Boastful. He was telling the party of his great strength and the even greater deeds he had accomplished with this strength.
He went on tell the party that he could strangle a giant with his bare hands.
The Lady Alice tells him that she refuses to believe him tell he proves his strength.
Sir Boris enthusiastically replies that he will do so.
He walks toward the Gatehouse and shouts to the soldiers in it to raise the Portcullis and drop it at his command.
The Soldiers hasten to obey his orders.
Sir Boris shouted that he will prove his strength to them once and for all that he is the strongest knight in the lands.
Sir Boris shouts to have the Portcullis dropped
Sir Boris's plan did not go as well as it could have.
Sir Robert checks to see if by some miracle Sir Boris survived.
The party watches.
Sir Robert tells them that Sir Boris is indeed dead and that he will now succeed him as general of the King's army.
Sir Robert tells a solder standing by to see to it that Sir Boris is cleaned up and brought to the capital's tomes.
Sir Robert tells the group that they should return to the capital themselves and open a keg in Sir Boris's vain and idiotic memory and to celebrate his promotion.
Fantastic job! Out of the four people building in this category (two in MIT, two in MOC Olympics), this is the only one that's actually true to the nature of Darwin awards (the others are just strange ways to die).