[Hellsgate] Revised story

[Stephen Steger]

Still it could be worse.... had I been there :)
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Robert Ruiz <timurborte at yahoo.com> wrote:

>I felt my stroy was in need of revision, because it could be worse. :-)
>
>Beans & Business
>The account which follows is the sad end of "Beans & Business" populace meetings. Sadly these meeting came to a halt when the local SCA group divided in to opposing sides over planning an event theme. Populace members lined up on either side of the meeting room, the discussion had broken down into arguing and name calling. I even think the terms papist, barbarian scum, and heretic were murmured at one point.   The tension, anger, and passion hung in the air like an acrid smoke. At one point William turned to his companions and said "Hold strong lads they can take our lives but they cannot take our freedom". The poor seneschal stood feebly in the center of the room trying desperately to calm the storm which threatened to destroy this once strong and peaceful community. One welled timed humph launched a battle to rival Hastings. Mashed potatoes, creamed corn, and cranberry sauce was hurled at the lowly scum of their enemy with such violence, I shudder even
> today. The battle pulsed like the life blood of a lion on the hunt. At a seemingly slowed spot in the battle, when it looked as if those who wished for the early period English theme were on the brink of defeat, a young lord named Henry stood proudly with a half-eaten turkey leg in hand and yelled "once more into the breach my brothers!" the battle began anew.  A bus boy had unwittingly got caught in the cross fire and taken cover under the half full dish tub he had been using to clear tables. Thorvald knelt down beside the bus boy to retrieve a hand full of salad and exclaimed “hide if you wish, you will not live a moment longer” then laughed in a thunderous boom as he launch his assault of vegies and French dressing. When the battle finally came to it inevitable conclusion the party room of the golden corral was as the field of Agincourt, women wailing for their fallen husbands. A miss guided assistant manager who thought she could halt the title
> wave of devastation, lie collapsed in the corner sobbing softly, with gravy plastering her hair to the side of her face. The populace forever ban from the endless buffet. The golden corral closed shortly thereafter.
>
>I'm just kidding; you know if there was a food fight in the SCA, it would be with pottage, turnips, and roasted beef. We would have to keep it period.
>
>I hope you enjoyed
>Timur
>
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