Found an old text... "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