Drake wrote:
With the assistance of the one of our treasures, the 'Mask of Aquilanias',
to set forth the right image, I've been serving her to you for breakfast,
lunch, and dinner for the past week.
Ke Lhon,
Matriarch of the Jokesuzoku Amazons
p.s. What little is left of her corpse is in the closet.
You're welcome to it, if you're still hungry.
:
Ah...right. I could write about someone getting their revenge by
having the Amazon village firebombed just as Cologne got in range,
leading to an ever-escalating, revenge-and-honor fueled spiral of death
and descrution, until only Gos remains alive and capable of saving face
for all of Nerima...
...but why don't I cut it right here instead? (And now I think I know
why so few people write epic poetry these days.)