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[legendaryingly]

[It's an overcast day in Camp today. The wind blows around the cornstalks with furious might. Black, ominous clouds gather heavy, dark and pendulous. Lightning cracks a few times for dramatic effect and just when it seems the sky would unleash with all of its fury... A light breaks through

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[tobethemiracle]

...

[pulls it out]

This ought to be ironic.

[legendaryingly]

[It comes right out.]

HOW GOOD OF YOU TO COME, YOUNG MAN!

I am the holy sword of legend. EXCALIBUR

[legendaryingly]

Hello.

[tobethemiracle]

...you have got to be kidding.

[legendaryingly]

[Its cane is in your face. MILLIMETERS from your nose and sways there.]

FOOL!

Many to come!

[legendaryingly]

[Poke. Poke.]

Clearly you do not understand. This day is one of a new legend. A part of an ancient legend.

[legendaryingly]

This legend began in the twelfth century.

[legendaryingly]

It is my legend. One like you would not understand it.

[legendaryingly]

I will explain it to you.

[legendaryingly]

[Turns and starts walking away without a word.]

DONE

[legendaryingly]

Have you prepared yourself? To listen to my legend?

Re: DONE

[tobethemiracle]

No, I'm not prepared to be lectured by a sentient symbol of English imperialism.

Re: DONE

[legendaryingly]

FOOL!

Re: DONE

[legendaryingly]

Because you have chosen to remain in the dark, I must illuminate you as my new master.

Re: DONE

[legendaryingly]

My legend begins in the twelfth century.

[legendaryingly]

I was part of a young motorcycle gang called the First Knights.