Hezekon
Right Hono(u)rable Minister of Music
"There will be no more weekly roleplay!" the man shouts into the theatre. "The deputy has failed his duty." The halls echoes with his triumphant blasts.
"Alas and alack, there are no more roleplays ever!" another player says, stepping onto the scene. "This is madness!"
"Oh boy," cried another, peeling off her facepaint. "Now what will we do?"
Silence. The audience, which is not there, says nothing. A grisly silence for a tragedian.
(I am very sorry for being late with this. Many apologies to y'all.)
"Alas and alack, there are no more roleplays ever!" another player says, stepping onto the scene. "This is madness!"
"Oh boy," cried another, peeling off her facepaint. "Now what will we do?"
Silence. The audience, which is not there, says nothing. A grisly silence for a tragedian.
(I am very sorry for being late with this. Many apologies to y'all.)