Weave a tale of unspeakable deceit and trickery

So it beginneth, you may use logic of all origins, and languages of all colour and sound.

"On a dark and dreary night under the shattered sky..."

"A wyvern spread its wings casting a bleak shadow under the full moon's light"

Who's summoning me... I sense nonsense ;p

@AveraWyvern said ^

Who's summoning me... I sense nonsense ;p

"Only reverence dear Wyvern... only reverence"

@salmon_rushdie said ^

"Only reverence dear Wyvern... only reverence"

Can't argue with that :)

@RAybonto said ^

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stan;ey kubric

@JonSnow1998 said ^

"On a dark and dreary night under the shattered sky..."
A wyvern spread its wings casting a bleak shadow under the full moon's light.
But before the solar system explodes, two guys, wearing medieval armors and helmets, were philosophing near a metal outdoor garbage can.

Bedevere : — Sire, it is a grave peril to seek to fight this metal creature, the local people pay it tribute by offering sacks filled with victuals. And the creature devours dozens of these offerings every day.

Arthur : — My Brave Bedevere, I must deliver my people from this creature, who else than the King himself could wage battle such a beast ?

Bedevere : — Sire, I have patiently studied the beast's habits. The people come to place their offerings directly into the box's toothless metal jaw. Based on my calculations, there is nothing to suggest that this is not a Trojan Rabbit, and that the beast might actually be underground, in a burrow beneath the armor. I noticed that the Iron box is regularly visited by a dragon on wheels, watched over by Brave knights in yellow armors who give the bags of gifts to the dragon. So, rather than wasting another Excalibur, I suggest my Sire dive into the box while I hold him by the feet, and that we pull all the bags of provisions out of the burrow, so we can give them back to the people!

No sooner said than done, said King Arthur.

@CSKA_Moscou said ^

"On a dark and dreary night under the shattered sky..."
A wyvern spread its wings casting a bleak shadow under the full moon's light.
But before the solar system explodes, two guys, wearing medieval armors and helmets, were philosophing near a metal outdoor garbage can.

Bedevere : — Sire, it is a grave peril to seek to fight this metal creature, the local people pay it tribute by offering sacks filled with victuals. And the creature devours dozens of these offerings every day.

Arthur : — My Brave Bedevere, I must deliver my people from this creature, who else than the King himself could wage battle such a beast ?

Bedevere : — Sire, I have patiently studied the beast's habits. The people come to place their offerings directly into the box's toothless metal jaw. Based on my calculations, there is nothing to suggest that this is not a Trojan Rabbit, and that the beast might actually be underground, in a burrow beneath the armor. I noticed that the Iron box is regularly visited by a dragon on wheels, watched over by Brave knights in yellow armors who give the bags of gifts to the dragon. So, rather than wasting another Excalibur, I suggest my Sire dive into the box while I hold him by the feet, and that we pull all the bags of provisions out of the burrow, so we can give them back to the people!

No sooner said than done, said King Arthur.

"And then the soothsayers soothingly said soothing sayings softly to the sweet cherrywinkles, and all was smiling and serene for a time, until the greywacke's came again, then the time of clashes began again"

@salmon_rushdie said ^

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stan;ey kubric

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