RE: The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5
07-26-2018, 10:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-26-2018, 10:27 AM by typeandkey.)
>Adler: March through the city bold as brass. Civilians, guards, and soldiers alike shrink away in terror. It's as if the rage-fueled spirit of Irenaeus himself were walking the streets again.
>Burnside and Ms. Thomson: Be pleased to inform Adler that you've gotten all the soldiers sober and in fighting form.
>Adler: Glare incredulously at your militia. Oh great, your fat, smelly army is eating yet again.
>Army: Proudly declare to your beloved king-to-be, he who will provide unto you never ending feasts and the prophesied bringer of a million meals, that you are but a scant few meals away from being ready.
>Miss Thompson: After being stuffed in an escape-proof sack, one of the heaviest and most flatulent soldiers has been using you as a make-shift beanbag chair. Openly lament the direction your career has taken.
>Burnside and Ms. Thomson: Be pleased to inform Adler that you've gotten all the soldiers sober and in fighting form.
>Adler: Glare incredulously at your militia. Oh great, your fat, smelly army is eating yet again.
>Army: Proudly declare to your beloved king-to-be, he who will provide unto you never ending feasts and the prophesied bringer of a million meals, that you are but a scant few meals away from being ready.
>Miss Thompson: After being stuffed in an escape-proof sack, one of the heaviest and most flatulent soldiers has been using you as a make-shift beanbag chair. Openly lament the direction your career has taken.