One time, this knight, and he was a knight, one of the most skilled in the land at that, was out “wettin his whistle” (writer grins nervously at the censors who eye him suspiciously) when he got so “filled up” (writer gives nervous laugh to unsmiling censors) that he decided to see once and for all who was the biggest and baddest knight of the round table of all. He looked at his opponents for this glorious (however made up) title of supremecy. At the head of the table was Jaf, a scronny-looking kinda guy (hey, I can make fun of myself) who looked more like an anime fanboy than a skilled warrior. Beside Jaf was Jared, who, like most webmasters, didn’t look like the baddest SOB (Son of a Bouncer ::Jaf starts backing away from advancing censors::) in the world. Next was Meachy, who, as you can probably guess from the last member entry, sat in an ejector seat in case things got a little too dangerous. Then there was Brazil, who, though he had lost his first match to the mousey Meachy, was still the most dangerous SOB (Bouncer!! Bouncer!!) in the kingdom. Muriyaki’s choice was picked. “Brazil!” Muriyaki called to Brazil, who just happened to be walking by the bar (I can say that, right? ::censors start looking for blunt objects::) at the time Muriyaki was stumbling (from too much apple juice?) out of it. “I challenge you to a duel!” “Ok,” Brazil said. “Now, as you know, this battle will be long and hard and one of us will probably not survive such a grueling match of the tita- oof!” Muriyaki was suddenly knocked unconscious by Brazil’s charge attack. Seemed the gatekeeper wasn’t much for words. And, uh, that’s it! (Censors put away blunt objects, satisfied that it is over). Tune in next time when we will be revisiting Lemonwood! (Censors: OH NO YOU DON’T!!! Jaf: AIEEE!!).