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There's Phlegm in the Botela De Cola!
There's Spittaniacs from Spittany
There's Clodholders from the Continent!
All kinds of new people from all kinds of new places, taking up Tar Shakanian spaces! A little bit of phlegm, a little bit of spit, a clod of foreign dirt, Continental dontcha know. All the ingredients for a Chaos Stew, cooked by the Chef of the Mess, the Lady of the Kitchen. Sounds more like a Witches brew!
Some say it's the Tournament that's bringing them in. Lots of visitors, lots of interest in our little tourney, all good for us that sit on Tar Shakanian dirt. But Gentle Reader, do you see what this reporter sees? Or more accurately, do you not see what this reporter does not see? The dust on those travelers' boots is foreign dust from foreign lands--if not foreign, at least strange and not in the comfortably strange way of family. This reporter tolerates Uncle Tod because he's family. This reporter is sure that those stains will eventually come out of his carpet but only the Lady herself knows if stranger's stains will ever come out! And now that they're here, when do you think they plan on leaving? HMMM?
Besides those foreign Dust Devils traipsing in our city, there's also the Cleanies. There's a lot of Tar Shakanian Knights entering through the Visitor's portal, Knights that have not claimed an iota of dirt of Tar Shakan. Oh, sure, they're knight errants owing only duty and service to their lords or to what they say is their Higher Moral Compass. It has been said before, no one needs get dirty, no one needs to claim dirt in Tar Shakan to be of Tar Shakan. But if no one claims the dirt, Tar Shakan might as well be a roadside stop. A Quick Whiz and back on the Road. "Nice Country, Didn't get a good chance to look at it. Hey, what's the big deal? It's not like I got dirt here. I'M NOT INVESTED!" Can't you just imagine someone saying that? If you can't, re-read that sentence aloud. And who would be invested? Maybe phlemnie, spitty clods. Foreign Investment in our Country? Soon they will have their fingers in everyone's pot. And then where will we be? Something to think about.
Now don't get this reporter wrong, This reporter enjoys seeing some of the old crew again. The Bike Knight, The Trike Knight, Sir Mike the Mighty Mite Knight. Who doesn't have a story to share about these jokers? But these knights have been knight errants a long time. Too Long a Knight Errant is a Knight Error! Many should think that these foot loose and fancy free knights of a feather should grab some dirt and really make their name ring, if not through the ages at least down the hall.
Just for your edification, Gentle Reader. This reporter has claimed his dollop of dirt. And this reporter intends on entering the tourney.
I am a loyal and dirty knight!
I am a loyal and dirty knight!
Sidenotes:
The rumors about the Temple to Mars coming to Botela de Cola are unfounded. The rumors about a bar to Mars is also false. Disappointment! Who doesn't enjoy a good, old fashioned Mars Bar?
What is true is the planning of the Gates of Janus! ummm.....2 faced god.....something to do with war.....Oh, my Goddess. Conflict and Strife on the horizon? With who? The Spittanites, the Phlegm-heads or the Clod Hoppers, maybe? As surely as Glark steals your wind, something is on its way. Maybe to see you.