Outside Agitator (they/them)
- Jul 29, 2012
Having finished their chant of encouragement, so very required for characters whose personal god had forsaken them to the depths of the AAR catalogue, Steven Hack burst in just as Emperor Galahad was about to start the meeting.
“Showtime, yea old farts! Bossman wants you to headline the AARlander special.”
The cancelled and abandoned cast looked at him silently for a while, long enough for Steven Hack to remember that most of them were a lot stronger than he was.
“Are you taking the piss?” King Elfwine roared from the other side of the room. He refused to sit anywhere near Galahad after their…first meeting. “He drops my storyline to chase the CK3 crowd and, having climbed to the top, then decides to throw me the smallest of bones?”
“Hey, it’s the first edition they’ve put out in years. Landmark, it is.”
“Only a select few people who read AARs know where AARland is. Of those, fewer still know who we are or what that rag is.”
“What about the people reading this right now?”
“Enough,” the Dark Lord Kelebek emerged from the shadows and laid down the law. “You will all do your bit. You will offer no resistance because there is none to be offered. You are all tools of the AARlanders, lest yea forget. Move!”
“Creator’s pet,” Elfwine and Galahad both had the audacity to grumble. They all left and set to work on this fine and moste special edition of the venerable AARlander, brought back from death (potentially very unwisely) for your reading pleasure.
“Right, I’m going back to a proper AAR universe. Later losers,” Kelebek retreated back to bask in the glory of Talking Turkey.
Local torturer Steven Hack was left alone in the room. “I’m starting to think this place is just a little bit odd. Wouldn’t you say?”
He turned and looked at the crazy old Irish ghost of Ged Ned, who shrugged. Within its cage, the red eyes and fluffy tailed rabbit called PTM commented, “Meh, try not to think about it too much.”