In a recent…interesting IM convo with Zoggie, we got onto the topic of what we would do if we could go back in time. Naturally, being the power-mad, testosterone-driven individual that I am, I stated that I would go to medeival times, and bring along tanks, helicoptors, rifles, etc., and scare the living crap out of some errant knights.
An interesting enough fantasy.
But, being the random, bored, illogical individual that I ALSO happen to be, I took it to heart, and constructed a time machine. I packed the aforementioned weapons of mass destruction, as well as my laptop, and set off to Europe, cerca the dark ages. I quickly conquered the entire continent with my advanced weaponry, and set myself up as Grand High Puba of All That Is Good and Holy, and Most of What Isn’t.
Only problem is, Jester’s getting lonely. Here I am, in my throne, with nobody but my stuffed fish from Home Depot (Now named Eric, Lord of Catfish), and my cat to keep me company.
So, in the interest of raising cain medievil style, I am opening the floor, and the time machine, to anyone who wants to keep me company. I need guards, beautiful princesses, evil, scheming princes, clowns, and, of course, lots of concubines. So, c’mon in, the doors open, and we’re partying like twas 1599!