A Touch of Inspiration

[chocolatechipbadass]

Sheets of paper are strewn about the Nexus today. Moreso than usual, and not just the innumerable 'Welcome to the Nexus, Newcomer!' pamphlets that can be found all over the Plaza. They're full of nearly ineligible scrawling (and some of them are sticky eww--oh wait that's just raspberry jam) but the title of each sheet is the same.

BUNKERS AND BADASSES Campaign the Second

Near the center of this litterocalypse sits Tiny Tina, a crayon tucked behind her ear while she writes fervently over yet another piece of paper in pen. A plate of crumpets sits to the side, only one of them half eaten. The young lady groans in frustration before balling up this piece of paper too and chucking it behind her.

"Hey y'all so I'm trying to plan a new Bunkers an' Badasses campaign but I gotta get some new ideas son or it's gonna be one hell of a lame trek through imagination land, ya dig? What's the most awesomest adventure you ever been on? Or, if you're hella lame and haven't saved the world or conquered one in the name of crumpets or what have yas, what kind of character would you play in an adventure game?"

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[bigimpin]

"No they're not exactly like a robber. They're well..." Tyrion tries to find a good way to describe his old friends. "They're different from the rest of us Westerosi. And the story does have a good ending, but anyway, let me continue."

Tyrion talks and he holds up a hand, as he talks. "I was on the Vale, because I was accused of nearly killing someone's son. I didn't do it. But that was beside the point. But after proving that I was innocent, a very close friend and I were headed back to King's Landing. We had stopped for the night, and we were ambushed by one of the Hill's Tribes."

He leans over to grab another krumpet, and he takes a big bite out of it. "Mmm. Delicious."

[chocolatechipbadass]

"The noble hero framed for murder, banished and forced to prove his innocence! Attacked in the midst of night on his way back to claim his rightful title!"

Excuse Tina while she narrates Tyrion's story in between his own speaking. She has a habit of making commentary during all kinds of stories. You really do get used to it. Besides, she's making him sound even more awesome than his story. It's a service, really.

"Dude, man," her hyperbolic movie trailer voice drops to something more conversational when he pauses to eat. "Crumpets are the shit."

[bigimpin]

"And for someone of my stature, defeating one of the Hill's Tribemen with nothing more than an axe was almost going to be the end of me. But you see, I was able to use my brain as my blade and offered to get them better weapons than the crude ones they normally use. Convincing my father to agree to their terms was not exactly easy, but in the end I prevailed."

Tyrion knows he might be muddling up some of the details of those events. Those events that seem like they took place so very long ago, and now with another chapter of his life coming to an end and another one dawning on the near horizon as the armada of ships was nearing the Stormlands.

He nods his head about the moist little cakes being delicious. How he misses real food. "I've been eating dry biscuits for the past few days, so anything that isn't them is the shit."