GarrotTheThief
The Green Jolly Robin H.
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Self explanatory post. I'm an isolated person in that my friends are not interested in reading about plays so I ask you all who are kind enough and generous enough to read the following for your judgement. Cast the hammer down as hard but as honest as you can.
Setting: In the woods two travelers are having a conversation. The woods are dense and there is no civilization for miles. The two are moving between towns as Gypsies would in a Caravan except in this place, most people are Gypsies so there is no need for the word since more often than not it is the Landed Gentry who are sparse and far between.
Damien: I am a ruthless task master filled with 'ought's and ought not's.'
Mergo: And I am a hopeless wanderer.
Damien: I suppose together we are something more than each as one alone.
Mergo: I can't help but wonder, though, Damien, if there is but a third one with us here.
Damien: A ghost?
Mergo: Why yes, a ghost.
Damien: What sort of ghost?
Me: I sense a woman or a she-ghost.
(A woman emerges strutting from behind a giant rock. She has a rapier in a scabbard around her belt and she walks with deadly grace)
Woman:Yes. A white cow woman. A hurl-burly, buxom she wolf who has come to seduce. That kind of ghost gentlemen?
Mergo and Damien: (Silence)
Woman: Allow me to introduce myself. I am the sometimes amicable and sometimes ruthless Pale Moon Lady Queen and Vanguard of a small lake nearby.
Mergo: There are no lakes around here except for but some small p....
(Damien silences Mergo with a hand over his mouth)
Damien: Allow me to speak for my dysfunctional friend here...
Damien: (aside to Mergo in a whisper voice): Do you not see the rapier tucked by her side Mergo? Do you know how to even use a so much as a kitchen knife or throw a stone to scare a bird! Silence you moron.
Setting: In the woods two travelers are having a conversation. The woods are dense and there is no civilization for miles. The two are moving between towns as Gypsies would in a Caravan except in this place, most people are Gypsies so there is no need for the word since more often than not it is the Landed Gentry who are sparse and far between.
Damien: I am a ruthless task master filled with 'ought's and ought not's.'
Mergo: And I am a hopeless wanderer.
Damien: I suppose together we are something more than each as one alone.
Mergo: I can't help but wonder, though, Damien, if there is but a third one with us here.
Damien: A ghost?
Mergo: Why yes, a ghost.
Damien: What sort of ghost?
Me: I sense a woman or a she-ghost.
(A woman emerges strutting from behind a giant rock. She has a rapier in a scabbard around her belt and she walks with deadly grace)
Woman:Yes. A white cow woman. A hurl-burly, buxom she wolf who has come to seduce. That kind of ghost gentlemen?
Mergo and Damien: (Silence)
Woman: Allow me to introduce myself. I am the sometimes amicable and sometimes ruthless Pale Moon Lady Queen and Vanguard of a small lake nearby.
Mergo: There are no lakes around here except for but some small p....
(Damien silences Mergo with a hand over his mouth)
Damien: Allow me to speak for my dysfunctional friend here...
Damien: (aside to Mergo in a whisper voice): Do you not see the rapier tucked by her side Mergo? Do you know how to even use a so much as a kitchen knife or throw a stone to scare a bird! Silence you moron.