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[Tersr]

Fine, sing show tunes.

[Jacos]

You begin singing tunes about shows. You might have misinterpreted that voice in your head, which you should really get checked out.

Spoiler: Stats (click to show/hide)

Stats

You are Leon MacGregor, unemployed and age 17. You are rather mundane.
You are very well fed.
You are leaning towards homosexuality.
Mostly sane.
You aren't very strong.
You aren't very intelligent.
You aren't very agile.
You aren't very charismatic.
You are in good condition.
You know no magic.

Spoiler: Skills (click to show/hide)

Skills

You are dabbling in sailing.
You are dabbling in fighting.
You are dabbling in using a sword.
You are dabbling in social interactions.
You are dabbling in Kissography.
You are dabbling in Winkology.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Inventory

You are wearing shoes, a shirt, trousers, and socks. They are all in good condition.
You have some stale bread, a canteen filled with water, and an old bronze knife.
You have seventy three Iorathian Cents.

Spoiler: Location (click to show/hide)

http://postimage.org/image/1hiyo9v38/

[ashton1993]

Busk in the streets and sing about the northern sheep shaggers of wales

[Jacos]

You begin singing about the Northern Sheeps who shag Whales. Wait, did you get that right? Nevermind, you seem to have the attention of many people. Most of them seem thoroughly annoyed. And even worse, you don't even have any sort of hat or whatnot to indicate you want money. They all seem to think of you as some sort of madman, it would appear.

Spoiler: Stats (click to show/hide)

Stats

You are Leon MacGregor, unemployed and age 17. You are rather mundane.
You are very well fed.
You are leaning towards homosexuality.
Mostly sane.
You aren't very strong.
You aren't very intelligent.
You aren't very agile.
You aren't very charismatic.
You are in good condition.
You know no magic.

Spoiler: Skills (click to show/hide)

Skills

You are dabbling in sailing.
You are dabbling in fighting.
You are dabbling in using a sword.
You are dabbling in social interactions.
You are dabbling in Kissography.
You are dabbling in Winkology.
You are dabbling in Singing.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Inventory

You are wearing shoes, a shirt, trousers, and socks. They are all in good condition.
You have some stale bread, a canteen filled with water, and an old bronze knife.
You have seventy three Iorathian Cents.

Spoiler: Location (click to show/hide)

http://postimage.org/image/1hiyo9v38/

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

Keep an eye out for cutpurses, try to learn their secrets.

[Jacos]

Suddenly you freeze, suspecting that these people might be here to try to steal from you. As one of them approaches you, you dart down an alleyway, across a street, down a few more alleyways, and eventually think you have lost the obvious interlopers! You are left wondering what you are to do - perhaps it's too early to begin more shenanigans, for now?

Spoiler: Stats (click to show/hide)

Stats

You are Leon MacGregor, unemployed and age 17. You are rather mundane.
You are very well fed.
You are leaning towards homosexuality.
Mostly sane.
You aren't very strong.
You aren't very intelligent.
You aren't very agile.
You aren't very charismatic.
You are in good condition.
You know no magic.

Spoiler: Skills (click to show/hide)

Skills

You are dabbling in sailing.
You are dabbling in fighting.
You are dabbling in using a sword.
You are dabbling in social interactions.
You are dabbling in Kissography.
You are dabbling in Winkology.
You are dabbling in Singing.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Inventory

You are wearing shoes, a shirt, trousers, and socks. They are all in good condition.
You have some stale bread, a canteen filled with water, and an old bronze knife.
You have seventy three Iorathian Cents.

Spoiler: Location (click to show/hide)

http://postimage.org/image/1hiyo9v38/

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[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

Sing a song about your knife to your knife.

[Tersr]

Make it about not just the knife, but of how we Screwed your life.

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

"Oh knifey knife blade of my life,
you rid me of pain and strife
My lovely blade my favorite knife
Better than the bestest wife.

The voices say my path will stray
from oceans bay to far away,
But in my head we feel with dread
That sheath instead within flesh bed

My knifey knife Blade of my life
you rid me of pain and strife
My lovely blade my favorite knife
Better than the bestest wife.

My holy dagger you give me swagger
make foes stagger you cocky bragger.
My friendly shiv no place to live
Your shine Sportive no crime forgive'

My knifey knife Blade of my life
you rid me of pain and strife
My lovely blade my favorite knife
Better than the bestest wife."
 
( I may add more verses at some point)

[ashton1993]

Epicly shit poetry time, go!

There you sit in your sheath
waiting for a debrief
the last thing's over
it's time to head to Dover

And we'll make our vow
that we'll make a change now
to a better life
with less strife

[ashton1993]

Shit! I was ninja'd combine the poems go! Also that's cheating using life and strife 'cos I was doing that! 

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

Shit! I was ninja'd combine the poems go!

We can't combine them the tempo would be off

[Tersr]

That makes it better, he doesn't know how to wright a song.

[ashton1993]

I kinda edited it a bit so it fits together, 'cos I can  there it is:


There you sit in your leather sheath,
hoping to move on, for a debrief.
Well now the last thing is over
and it's time to head to Dover

Favorite knife, even if worn dull
better than the prettiest gal
oh knife, blade of my life
you rid me of pain and strife

The voices say my path will stray
from oceans bay to far away,
but in my head we feel with dread
that sheath instead within flesh bed

My holy dagger, you give me swagger
make foes stagger you cocky bragger.
My friendly shiv no place to live,
your shine sportive no crime forgive'

Together we shall make our vow
that we will make a change now,
one where we lead a better life
a happier one, devoid of strife.

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

Any sanity we had is surely gone now