This is what happens when Adam Callaway and I are bored and talking to one another on Google+. We turn into Shakespearean wannabes! Enjoy:
Me: Pilfered, most dearly, for in thy trek to those dank caverns you tender the trips of your fallen gardens. Haste thee to rend souls to flour for Urth, for thy cultish fancies. Haste thee to scoop matter from cantankerous old fool whose minds are but trifles before Urth. Nay, you are no sorcery, Mandrick. Thou art the whistler of demons, whose sad songs make plight in the halls of emperors.
Adam: Aye. I do whistle for demons. And the demons come for me. I draw them into my breath, nurture them in my lungs with sweet, longing words of innocence lost and promised revenge, release them with a poisonous flick of my many forked tongue. They flee into the world, the world of this cinder Urth, so long removed from glorious golden light, to rend holes in the flesh of our world, sink there teeth into the severed ganglion of humanity’s last bastionic hero, and drink. Drink deeply my demon dogs.
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Shakespeare Roleplaying (or, the Ridiculous Things Adam Callaway and I Do on Google+)
This is what happens when Adam Callaway and I are bored and talking to one another on Google+. We turn into Shakespearean wannabes! Enjoy:
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