It’s almost time and I still haven’t chosen a faction. I’d never have figured myself a thief but my past Halloween costumes seem to indicate my true proclivities.
I’m having a hard time denying the other leaders, though. The Duchess and L&L especially.
WHAT IS THIS DREADFUL SPORT?
……Prithee, what is this “cup” thou all speakest of?!
That is the only “cup” I dost know!
Bastards don’t know what they art talking about!
Hark, fellow countrymen! Anon!
I fain came upon a (how doth one say it…) “Game”.
I have ne’er played such a thing ere.
Thou art supposedly “dressing up”—
Prithee, may someone explain wherefore these creatures need clothes?
Sudden superflux of “Followers”; yet even my time here has been scant… Hie! Why art thou following me?!, Have thy nothing better to do?
for who would bear the whips and scorns of time
the oppressor’s wrong
the proud man’s contumely
the pangs of despis’d love
the law’s delay
Art thou trying to suggest I?
Whence are thy suddenly appearing?
Wherefore dost thou “Follow” I?
Hie thee! “Neopia”? Wherefore hath one created such an absurd land?!
Pity on these sick bastards trying to estrange us; fill thy heads with such tomfooleries!
Ho! Whence dost one begin such saucy of tasks?