You appear with the title of Jester yet demand as kings do. Tell me jester, how should it be us to appease you when the irony of the circumstance directs us towards a reversal of roles?
[spoiler]I made something for the flood during winter break and I've only showed Elegiac thus far, but it's relevant to this topic. It's also long.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Martin Septim: 1/15/2014 11:11:12 PMYou are a man of intelligence this is clear But alas, my credentials are all but near If i not pay you in laughter handsome You have my permission to call for ransom But nevertheless a Jester i be And if jokes are your thing then let me see If i can't rustle you up a jest or three To give you a headstart on betickling me [quote]Politicians and nappies (US translation: diapers) have but one thing in common: they should both be changed regularly, and for exactly the same reason.[/quote]
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Well, you asked for it. Through scene one of act 1: Once upon a drunken, hazy night, about the seedy alleyways of town Revned, two amicable friends made their way for gold and glory; much to their ignorance, chicken eggs and chance. They were in for a long night. Act I [Enter the two wayfaring knights, Sir Cadrigan and Hardun into an alley with a mad raver] Scene 1 Mad raver: Listen, listen you damned walkers, callous fools, classless morons! Sir Hardun: What is it that annoys you so much to spurt your annoying use of language on us? Mad raver: Ah, you are idiots as the rest of them! I hold myself solitary on this street, a vigilant in paupers rags, can't you see me? But I will tell you my exalted views on the world and I shall force you to recognize my radiant world insight! Sir Cadrigan: Let's go, he's obviously mad-" Mad Raver: I am the voice of reason here! Sir Hardun: Not a person walking along these darkened alleys gives a single shit about whatever it is you blither on about Sir Cadrigan: Hardun, Why bother with this madman? Can't you see the deranged look in his eye? The way he conducts himself as if he's a Lone wolf among a horde of sheep? Come Sir Hardun, he cares nothing for the likes of you and me, but sees himself only, a solitary priest in a world of sinners needing enlightenment when it is he that lies in this dark gutter, mumbling to himself and assaulting newcomers. I hope few people walk this way... Sir Hardun: Unhand me, friend! This nuisance must see the error of his ways! I refuse to let someone of his low caliber walk on me with his shitty musings! Come, help me against him! Mad Raver: What are you trying to pull here- [pulls out a knife] Sir Cadrigan: Shall we leave now? Sir Hardun: Well, we don't have anything like that [Knights back away from the madman and continue down the alleyway]