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"On the 17th day of the month of Ingot on the year 812, Piotyr became the
Jester for the House known only by it's nickname:
        Pain."
"And so it was that on that day of the month of Ingot, the rabble did rumble
and mutter in disgruntlement..."
" 'Where be this exp you promised?' they pondered, and there was great wailing
and gnashing of teeth."
"In response to their pondering the fat overlord cleared his throat and spoke
thus: 'I am but a poor peasant like all of
        you.'"
"But the fat overlord hath turned his heart to stone and his thoughts to greed
eternal, and cast but crumbs down on the floor
        for the poor to sup on."
"And at once the rabble knew that the bastard who kept eating all the pies was
lying through his teeth."
"The overlord sensed the anger of the crowd and stated: 'I will give you pies
to feast upon.' and threw
        paper bags full of pies over the balcony rail."
"And so, with a mighty "splash" the pies landed in the moat, where the beasts
of the deep did gorge themselves with
        sweetmeats instead of carnage."
"And the peasants muttered ever more ruefully, for they knew in their heart of
hearts that no poor peasant did dine so
        mightily on platters of plenty that he would toss such bounty for
soulless beasts to lay waste upon."
"The overlord looked around and wondered how his small cottage had turned into
a castle with a moat. 'I must have eaten
        the wrong kind of mushrooms.' he thought."
"And once again the peasants did wail, for they had no mushrooms to feed their
starving waifs."
"'Lazy bastards.', thought the overlord and shouted out to the crowd: 'You can
find sustenance in the forests surrounding
        the city. Just be careful and pick only the right kind of mushrooms or
else you will end up like my Jester, the poor little thing.'"
"And like their lot in life, the peasants felt violated. For they had no
Jesters to make mirth of the countless tiring
        hours of toil they had done for the fat overlord."

By Piotyr