The Psychology of Gaming

“The essence of a role-playing game is that it is a group, cooperative experience. There is no winning or losing, but rather the value is in the experience of imagining yourself as a character in whatever genre you’re involved in, whether it’s a fantasy game, the Wild West, secret agents or whatever else. You get to sort of vicariously experience those things.”
– Gary Gygax

Roleplaying in any game is a unique opportunity to escape into the lives of a constructed persona, to live lives of adventure and cunning, battle and espionage. Tabletop games especially, such as Dungeons & Dragons, provide yet another critical aspect to this vicarious living – social interaction. Whether physically surrounded by friends or strangers, or communicating by headphone over the internet, gaming allows players to create their own story instead of just reading one that is already written. The unpredictability of the campaign is what is so compelling and often addicting, since with every conversation or combat encounter, everything could completely change. When I first started gaming, as an actor I was thrilled at the opportunity to perform and take on the personas of my characters. I would often make dozens at a time, even if I would only end up playing one, just to feel the rush of creation. But the performance aspect of roleplaying turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg. By exploring the minds of the characters, I inadvertently discovered I was exploring my own mind as well.

One thing I had begun to notice over the years was that no one makes a character without reason. Something about their personality or backstory appeals to the player, and the player often injects the same traits into multiple characters – often without noticing. This develops a core pattern of the mutual psychology of gaming. Simple put, characters become reflections of the players. Most often when I’ve brought this up to players, they were completely unaware of this. Some players make the same types of characters over and over, while others are all over the map with a few unifying traits.

For example, a good friend of mine had a character whose father was addicted to painkillers and her goal was to find an “out” for him. I somewhat jokingly pointed out that all of her characters are either distanced from their parents, or helping them deal with addiction in some way. She later admitted that her real mother was currently suffering from addition and at risk of losing everything. She had never noticed the similarities in her characters until I said something.

Because characters become an extension of the player’s psyche, there are times the player can feel exposed or agitated when that extension is pointed out. Recently I played with someone who created a drunken drifter with no motivation. When I as the Narrator started asking why the character fell into drink, what he was hiding from, and what he wanted to do before becoming a drink, the female player grew rather angry and admitted that there were “personal reasons” behind the character. Soon thereafter the player quit the group.

Another player who expressed an interest in joining revealed an even darker side of human psychology. He asked if I’d allow a secretly evil character into the group, and this began a long discussion on why he felt butchering civilians and releasing plagues on innocent populations could be justified. I counter-argued, expressing my belief that because the rest of the party was good in nature they wouldn’t stand for it and would likely attack, abandon, or arrest his character. That’s when things started to get “real.” He compared the situation to real life and said, for example, “if we were best friends and I killed someone because he annoyed me, would you help me bury the body or coldly call the police despite everything we mean to each other.” This opened an entirely new can of worms. When I started discussing the fact that most humans have a moral and legal compass that would prevent them from assisting in murder, he claimed I had no concept of human psychology and promptly left. Needless to say it was a rather harrowing experience that made me realize just how deeply embedded psychology and mental relations are to the gaming experience.

Over the years I seem to have attracted players who have many deep-seeded issues that we’ve been able to address and, in some cases, heal through roleplaying. It’s a calling and responsibility I don’t take lightly. I’ve learned not to ignore players others may consider problematic. Instead I do my best to understand why players play certain characters in certain ways, good or evil. Even the lack of motivation or depth of character speaks volumes to me. In my opinion, there are no lazy gamers. Players participate in roleplaying games to portray a character and interact with in a social environment, which takes dedication and initiative. So to go through the process of finding or forming a group, getting a character created, and then keeping up with them on a weekly basis, having a background such as “his family was killed, and now he just drinks and takes up mercenary work all day” says to me that the player has issues delving into their own psyche. That’s why the character has none to probe. So, by chipping away at the lone-wolf, murder-hobo exterior of two-dimensional characters, it’s entirely possible to uncover a cavern of suppressed emotions, personal history, and family life. While I personally don’t force any player to self-analyze, nor do I recommend others press the issue, it’s worth noting that every character is in fact a manifested mask covering the face of the player. Some are comical, some serious, some valiant, some violent – but all are worth seeing with new eyes and an open heart.

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Halloween Story Challenge!

Happy Monday Players and thank you for turning on GamersUnitedGG! Last week we started a Guest Blog Challenge in which we want you guys to write short stories (500 words or less) in regards to our themes and submit them! The prize, well recognition of course, a spot on our Game Credits thank you page with your blog linked and a Guest Blog Post on GamersUnitedGG! We love interacting with the community and we’d love to get more bloggers to be featured on the site so have fun and participate!

Here’s my thoughts on the posts submitted:

I loved how Chris described the scenery of the mansion. He exhibited video game tendencies by allowing the reader to see the choices that were before him. I really felt like I was playing the game alongside of Chris and it was a big plus!  We’ve all been there choosing the wrong path like in Crash Bandicoot and having to go back to the fork in the road. This post brought back nostalgic memories for sure! And is it me or does it remind your of a Goosebumps Choose Your Own path book?

Ellen’s comedic response had me laughing from the start. I like how she incorporated other gaming classic characters in her response.  Her response reminds me of myself when playing games, if I hear something creepy I’ll try to not look at it. Because if you make eye contact it will eat you right?

Incognita’s post was really funny. It starts out very professional and sounds like a Memoir of sorts. She references the type of puzzle games where you have to find the key to get inside which was all too familiar. She exhibited typical video game behaviors like listening for footsteps and looking for clues. I could envision the game and the steps that were taken.

Each response was great and made me feel like I was playing the game so great job everyone!

The winner from the first week’s post is…. They will be choosing the theme for Next Week’s post! The Winner is… Drum roll please… drum-roll-gif-16

Lightning Ellen! Congratulations! Thank you to all participants!

Take a look at all 3 entrants in the challenge for last week and comment below on which one you liked the best!

  1. A Super Spooky Tale of Spookiness – Submitted by Chris at Overthinker Y
  2. Haunted Mansion Mania – Submitted by Lightning Ellen
  3. Spooky Story Time – Submitted by Sincerely Incognita

On to this week’s theme and prompt!

Game Guide (Rules):

  • Each week there will be a theme revealed for the challenge (these themes can be anything from pop culture, to movies, to of course video games and more)
  • You will submit your blog post of no more than 500 words relating to the theme
  • Link back to the themed post and paste your link in the comments
  • Each theme will go up on Monday and all posts are due by Sunday Night
  • Each week the winner will be able to choose the next week’s theme, and receive a Guest Blog Post of their choosing on GamersUnitedGG !
  • This week we will try a poll, you can vote for your favorite on the Monday post

This week’s theme is: Survival!

Prompt: You woke up to find out the world is now an apocolyptic place infected with traditional zombies. List your rules of survival, places to go to or hold up in, and your plan to get there. How do you survive?

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Good luck to everyone that participates! Complete the scenario and write your Halloween Themed post of 500 words or less! Once you are completed, post your link in the comments for everyone to read! The posts are due by Sunday Night October 15th and the Winner will be announced Monday October 16th!

Have a great week and I can’t wait to see your Zombie Survival Post!

-Luna 🙂

 

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Guest Blog Challenge!

Hiya Novas! I have loved participating in Daily Prompts and different writing prompts lately and I wanted to start my own weekly writing prompt! I also want to highlight bloggers on the site so the winner will be able to Guest Blog on the site! Everyone’s welcome to participate!

Game Guide ( Rules)

  • Each week there will be a theme revealed for the challenge (these themes can be anything from pop culture, to movies, to of course video games and more)
  • You will submit your blog post of no more than 500 words relating to the theme
  • Link back to the themed post and paste your link in the comments
  • Each theme will go up on Monday and all posts are due by Sunday Night
  • Each week the winner will be able to choose the next week’s theme, and receive a Guest Blog Post of their choosing on GamersUnitedGG !

This week’s theme will be Halloween!

Prompt: You are transported into a video game where you are inside of a Haunted Mansion. You hear a strange noise and open the door to find what?

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Complete the sentence and write your Halloween Themed post of 500 words or less! Once you are completed, post your link in the comics for everyone to read! The posts are due by Sunday Night October 8th and the Winner will be announced Monday October 9th!

Have fun with the challenge and I can’t wait to read everyone’s stories! Have a great week!

-Luna 🙂

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Memoirs of A Villain: Billy The Puppet (Jigsaw)

“Welcome readers! Do you want to play a game? The premise of the game is simple, try and piece together why I started finding players for my “Jigsaw” puzzles, by reading this memoir. Win and you get to survive. Fail and let’s just say that you are the next contestant for my madhouse. Ready?

When I was just a stump, I had a great life in the Isylum Amateur Mountain forest. It was a great living, watching the daredevils take life by the hand and dive off of the mountain with no care in the world. I’ve overheard many talking about how they are losing the high adrenaline thrills that they first had when looking death straight in the face. That’s when I knew that they wanted to be challenged, they wanted the fear, they needed it.

One day a different type of person came to the mountain. He was timid and  trying to talk himself into diving off the cliff, so I helped him. I revealed my voice and spoke confidence into this weary soul. After his dive, he thanked my by chopping me down and giving me a body. He took care to polish and mold me. As he worked on my body, we talked about how fulfilling live felt after he tested death. How being a strong person and Conquering his fears made hime a better person. Then Jigsaw and I concoted a plan, to make the world a better place. We would make people Realize how precious life really is!

Ashley Burke will be my first love for as long as I can remember. Jigsaw and I found her at a bar one night. I can still remember the first time I set eyes on her. She was hustling a gentleman at the bar, asking for a cigar and another round. She was a mess. I was sitting on the edge of the table staring at this beautiful creature plummeting into the depths. Her hair was brown and she had it swept to the side in one long french braid. Her skin was pale and caked with power and blush. Sad. She reminded me of the dolls in the shop down the steet. The porcelain objects that pouted at you and looked happy, but behind their eyes you could see a hollow grave. Ashley was withering away.

After whispering into Jigsaw’s ear what I’d observed that night, we both agreed to help Ashley. We followed her around 3:20am as she stumbled out of the bar. Ashley did not have a car, she walked 3 blocks over and stopped at a Pizzeria to eat. The way she stuffed the ZigZag calzone in her mouht, further solidified that we needed to help her. Afer wiping her mouth she paid the clerk and sarted walking again. We were in pursuit of her until she turned down the dark alley on Main St.  this was ou moment to help Ashley.

Jigsaw left me in the car and I’m not sure what happened, but Ashley was ours. We ook her home and prepared a room for her. I whispered to Jigsaw that I wanted to meet her, talk to her once she regained consciouness. After much persuasion, he finally set me in the room on a tricycle.  billy   Ashley woke up and I talked to her about life, but she paniced and tried to escape. We had to chain her up. And then the most wonderful idea popped into my mind. I wanted her to truly value life, so I asked her: “Ashley, Do you want to play a game?” At first she didn’t understand, she screamed and kicked me off of my bike. When igsaw brough in the a hand saw and picked me up, Ashley started understanding. Jigsaw left the door open and set up a camera so that we could watch her. We left. She went 3 Days without eating

She went 3 Days without eating and drinking and finally decided to get out. Ashley sturggled but her thinned wrists were finally able to stretch enough to pull the saw towrds her. With the tears in her eyes, I’m assuming from joy, Ashley starting cutting hrough her skin to release herself from the chain.  She cried and muttered words that I couldn’t undertsand. All I remmeber is hearing her saying thank you and looking towards the camera. She dragged herself out of the room.

Fast forward 2 weeks later Jigsaw and I tracked down Ashley. She was sober, dressed in a fancy suit and well groomed. We followed her all day to see her going to a job inside of the First National Bank. She picked up her child from daycare…who knew and took her to the park. She returned home and cooked dinner for her family and husband. She must have felt the connection to me because she rubbed her wrist and turned towards the window. But we were gone. All that was left was a bouquet of Yellow roses, and a note wit a single word on it… “You’re Free.”

Did you decipher the clues? Do you know why I really started helpng people? If you do, please respond in the comments. Remember, I’m always watching.

-Billy the Puppet!

 

Creative Writing Pt 4: The Revelation!

Happy Wednesday Novas! I have finally received the last picture in my 4 picture challenge that I started with a friend a few months ago. It’s time to find out what happens to Kyrie and why all of the creepy things were happening at Bancroft Manor! Want to catch up? Check out Creative Writing Pt.1, Creative Writing Pt.2 : The Curse and Creatiev Writing Pt. 3: The Discovery now!  Below is the picture for the remainder of the story.

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Kyrie had uncovered the newspaper that was dated December 15th, 1915 sitting neatly on the dresser. The front page picture was of a women being murdered! She was found on a piano in Bancrof Manor and the killer was never caught. Police had questioned witnesses that seem to think the suspect vanished and disappeard out of thin air.  There was a police sketch of the last person seen with the woman and the face was that of Kyrie! Kyrie tries to catch his breath and grabs the papper to read more about the story. Witnesses say that the women

Witnesses say that the women was Sara Granville and a well known apothecry for the town. When you couldn’t find a cure at the doctor’s office, you would call Sara for her herbal remedies. The children all thought that she was a witch and the suspect named Kyrie Dayton was a new teenager in town. acquaintances of Dayton say that they dared him to go to Bancroft Manor and talk with the witch. That was the last time they saw him.

Kyrie overhears footsteps while he is reading the story. “What is wrong with you, no one’s here.” hey says and continues reading. Next he hears the creak of the door opening. When Kyrie looks towards the door it shuts rapidly causing more dust to fly up in the air. Kyrie sneezes. “Ouch” he says as he rubs his head, it’s still hurting from when he collapsed earlier. The air chills and the light on the candle blows out. Kyrie can hear foosteps approaching again until the knock on the door turns him pale.  The door blasts open and Kyrie sees the face of the old woman that he gave a sandwich to, the same face of teh woman who was dead on the piano and in this old Newspaper clipping. Yet, she was no longer human, she was a demon.

“Beware of strangers.” the snarling demon laughs. “You are the last time shifter left and you can’t escapeme this time.” she continues. All of Kyrie’s memories are returned. Yes, he did kill the old woman in 1915, he knew that she was praticing withcraft and planning to call demons up to the Earth. Kyrie found out because she poisoned him when he asked her for an herbal remedy to help his fever. Kyrie didn’t die, but he started exhibiting strange behaviors. He killed her and somehow ended up a century away.

“Are you going to kill me?” Kyrie asks. He feels himself losing control of his own thoughts.

The demon laughs. “Kill you? My dear, you’re already dead!” she responds.

Kyrie’s body is now immobile. He cannot move to get away from this hideous woman. Kyrie realizes why he is never afraid, why he welcomes death. He did die from the poison given to him all of those years ago. He died and came back with supernatural abilities. He realizes that he is now  trapped with the demon and under her control.

She walks over to Kyrie and places a mark on the palm of his hand. Now you can never run away again. The little girl that warned him that he could never leave enters the room behind her and sits on the bed.

“What do you have to do with this, child?” he questions.

She giggles and points to the outside of the window.

“Kyrie, we have work to do!” she answers. The laughter intensifies.

There’s that eerie feeling again. Kyrie turns to look out of the window and what he sees scares him. Hundreds of demons falling from the sky and the light of the flames. shining off of the city. Kyrie tries to fight, he tries to scream but he cannot resist. He snarls with his eyes turning crimson red. He fights for the last of his humanity, but he no longer has it. Kyrie leaps out of the window, yelling “It’s time to Play!”

What did you think of the ending? Are you working on any creative wrting projects at the moment? Is this the outcome that you would expect? Let’s talk writing!

-Luna 🙂

 

Daily Prompt: Recreate (Poem)

The Tamlin’s family throne is up for grabs,

Their monarch is dead and only 1 heir lasts,

How can the crown pass down to her?

She betrayed her family enciting a stir,

Before her beheading a pardon was passed,

 

High Chancellor why am I not condemned?

Do you wish to sink, if so you’ll swim?

I wish to protect those whom I must hate

Then build up the realm and Recreate

A rule that’s just and fair for them.

 

A tattered shirt falls to the floor,

The mercernary can be no more,

I wash away my treason and shave,

Princess to Queen I must now behave,

Well dressed and regal , I approach the court.

 

Sworn to rule I also vow to defend,

My people and my court for the evil within,

The oath is taken and vows are said,

The verses are spoken, I bend my head

Another prayer I owe this win,

 

I kneeled as Serena, a child ordained

I ascend to the top of the mountain of kings,

Presented to the world as next in line,

They praise and shout my name to the divine

Long Live the Queen, Forever shall I reign.

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Memoirs of a Villain: The Joker

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The glass seemed fuller when I ordered my drink. Oh well, it wouldn’t be the first time that I was slighted. Look at me, I was on top of the world a week ago, money in my pocket, love in the air (literally, I blew up 2 lovebirds) and not a doubt in my mind that I would be crowned the best Matchmaker in the land.  Alas, the life of a villain isn’t all glitz and glam, we villains have it tougher than the rest. This memoir is to all aspiring villains out there, it’s a message to not give up when the world is against you and it’s a call to arms to once and for all carve your place in history and TAKE BACK WHAT’S YOURS! 

I received a call about finding a match for a poor, useless soul in a competition. Harley was away on some kind of wellness retreat, go figure, so I had some free time ahead and thought, why not? What better way could I find to spend my time than to help someone ruin their life forever, oh and I had a brand new suit that I was dyingggg to wear!

During my intial research, which consisted of looking at a picture and performing a quick Google search, hey I’m a busy clown, I found out that this Malboro fellow was stacked! He’d made so much money off of the Final Fantasy Franchise that it was ridiculous, and he is a villain! A man or plant after my own heart.  So I thought, why not use his fortunes to better the world for other villains, I was a philantrophist, a villain’s rights activist, a pillar of the community for crime and self gain. It was my responsibility to bring him into the fold.

Poison Ivy was the best option. She loves little green men, am I right? She agreed to marry him so that we can have access to his money, but she refused to dispose of him so that we can get filthy rich! All I did was make a litle call to my notary and had him adjust the marriage certificate that both Ivy and Malboro were to sign before the wedding. I added in a little clause of life insurance saying that should something happen to both the bride and the groom, that the sole beneficiary of all of their property would be… well ME!

As the two lovebirds said their vows and engage in a life of marriage, I remembered how marriage can put stress on a relationship. I remembered how my parents were after a few years, after the novelty of love wore off. I didn’t want my dear friend Ivy or new comrade in vile villainy to go through the hardships of a relationship crumbling. I wanted them to be happy, with smiles on their faces for the rest of their lives… So I blew them up! Not out of greed or the convenient life insurance policy that I was about to cash in, but for the love. For endless love! They died together on the happiest day of their lives, wth smiles from ear to ear. Read their love story by clicking here!

But no one understood. I was being called a selfish heathen. Even the millions of dollars that I inherited didn’t make me feel better. But, I was able to buy some new gadgets! There’s only one thing that makes me feel better… total chaos!

“Pour me another round barkeep! Hello?” Grabbing for the bottle of Jack left on the counter. “It’s hard to find quality service these days.” I gulp down afew swigs straight from the bottle. Sirens are screeching outside, the loud crash of chaos turns my frown into the devious smile that i’ve missed these past hours. “They’re here!”  I wipe my mouth and pour the rest of the drink on the bar, passing the unconscious bartendar.

Reaching into my pocket I bring out the small, lighter, with the features of it’s master. I slide my thumb over the pertruding white nose of the clown in disgust and flick open the top of the clown’s head. “Hmm I’ve got to talk to the patent office, this doesn’t look that much like me.” Fire!

“It’s showtime!” I light the end of my cigar that I have taken off of the bartender. “Can’t let this go to waste.” 3 Puffs and the clown lighter goes flying through the air as I walk onto the streets of rage where my minions have gathered. I rally my protege’s in the most invigorating speech since brave heart! “We will take back what’s ours! We Will rule as the princes of the world. Today, is the day of the Clown and this time, we’re not joking around!” Another rush of tears, this is the 2nd happiest day of my life! Now the real games can begin!

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Thank you for reading the first installment of Memoirs of a Villain. This series of  fun posts will serve as a Memoir or Journal entry from some of my favorite villains. A few months ago I purchased a cool Journal that had the Joker on it and the first few pages of the journal had a journal entry form the Joker in it. I thought this was really cool and I came up with the idea to do journal entries from famous villains for the blog.  I started with my favorite the Joker and used the friendly Blogger Blitz competition as his motive. Tune in next week to see who’s taking their turn!

Haiku Battle

Round 1


Megan

Erasers are pink
Who live on top of pencils
and Michael’s big head

Michael

Haikus are easy
But they don’t always make sense
Refrigerator

Round 2


Megan

My cow gives less milk,
now that it has been eaten,
by a fierce dragon.

Michael

Your haikus are bad
I bet your dogs like me more
Refrigerator

Round 3


Megan

Frank is your momma
and Sasha is a minion
Refrigerator

Michael

Your haiku is lame
Their cow is less lame than you
Refrigerator

Round 4


Megan

I am hungry now
and it is because of her
The girl next to you

Michael

Did you know goosebumps
actually means that you are
not really a goose?

Round 5


Megan

Michael thinks he’s cool
Michael thinks he is funny
He is in fact not

Michael

Nagems is hungry
Michael does not care at all
The fries are all mine


Hey guys, let us know how we did or who you think won!

-Nagems21

IBlogger Blitz Round 1: Matchmaker!

Happy Monday Novas! Thank you for reading my entry into round 1 of the Blogger Blitz competition, hosted by Adventure Rules! Round 1 will be between myself and Teri Mae and we are fighting to see which of our characters will be the best at the Matchmaker Competition!

Rules: The rules of the Blogger Blitz is simple, we were randomly drawn out of a bowl to find out our opponents and challenge. The challengers submitted their character of choice before hand and this character will be used each round that you advance. Once you receive your topic and opponent, you will write a post 500 words or less explaining why your character would win over the other opponent. Then neutral judges will read each post and vote on a winner!

 

“So I’m supposed to be providing a match for whatever this malboro person is, let’s take a look at his appear… AHHHHH! I drop the envelope with the picture of the malboro as the stench fills the air.

“Who in the world can I persuade to date this odious plant!” My devious smile curled all the way up to my eyes as I pick up the phone. “This has got to be my best idea yet! 

Hello? Ivy? Ivy doll, I’ve got a job for you…  Bwahahahaha hahahahah HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA.”

“Now listen, all you have to do is put on that charm of yours and spray some feremones and he’ll be eating out of your hands.”

Ivy’s twisted glance to me indicates that she knows I’m not planning a normal matchmaking.  “Uhhuh and then what, Joker? I know you’re not in this to make someone else happy. What do you get out of this arrangement?”

Dang, it. She’s on to me. ” HA, you’ve got me doll. I’ve heard that the Malboro has an estate bigger than our friendly, neighborhood Bat! I want to have an unlimited resource of money.”

“I could use some cash. Fine, but he’s not to be hurt Joker, I mean it!”

She looks like she’s serious. No way I can persuade her to torch that plant after the ceremony. “Alright, if you insist.” The devious smile never left my face as I told her the plans.

Look at this putrid plant sitting on top of the alter, does he have no respect. I clear my throat. “Mr. Malboro sir, I’m sure you’re going to love the mate that I have found for you.” Oh my gosh that stench. I turn away to breath into a paper bag and quickly call Poison Ivy to me.

“Ah, this is Poi… um Ivy. This is Ivy!”

I can’t believe she’s actually going to marry that thing. Well, pretty soon I will be rolling in the dough. My watch is ticking too slow, come on, come on….

“You may now kiss the bride!”

“Yes! Woohooo… Congrats Ivy!” Silence. Oh yea, this is an improptu wedding and not many people are here.

“Why are you screaming?” Ivy looks like she suspects.

“I’m just happy that everyone has found love and that I’ve won a bet. Now you crazy kids have fun on your honeymoon!” I push them out of the door and hand them the keys to a special present.

“What’s this?”

“You’re wedding present, doll. You’re very own IVYMOBILE! I had it custom made to help you with photosynthesis or whatever it is that you plant folk do.”

Shes not laughing. I shrug my shoulder and shoo the lovebirds along.

They drive off in a puff of flowers and nectar, I had that personally installed. I can feel emotion and joy on this wedding day. I can feel the tears building up.

A big explosion in the direction of Ivy and Malboro.

“This is the happiest day of my life! I’m rich!” The tears are like waterfalls now.

 

Grainy Ambition- Poem

Another roulette of suitors appear,

To bid for my hand like a souvenir,

Their finest silks and gold trimmed arms,

To seduce the kingdom with wealth and charm,

Pour them ale, overflow their cups,

The poison of pride, vanity and lust,

Touches their fingers and drips off their lips,

Powerful gluttons drinking sip after sip,

White foam is emerging from.2 of them now,

The party’s still going, feasting anyhow,

Now 3 or 4 more have taken a turn,

A grainy bit of poison all soon will learn,

Was sprinkled in the chalices of select lords,

They prayed for mercy so it’s given with a sword,

A swift stroke to relieve and ease,

The suffering of a noble brought on by me,

The banker’ s daughter who’s just as skilled,

As the person they’d swindled, my father they’ve killed.
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