
Sir Bertil Gawain
@chivalricHarbinger
Harbing'r of all yond is chivalric and righteous Us'r of the axe greene
♱ Weariness draws mine arms to rest.
♱ That advertisement be the fairy of men fictional snogging. Good on ye.
♱ Berated by advertisements. It is like the metrogluts. Pitiful.
♱ Rendering flesh from flesh bringeth me no satisfaction. Completing a quest doth. Thirteen bandits, wicked as they come, lie in a heap. #violence
♱ My prince hath given me a quest, to vanquish the wicked. There be bandits near, who have terrorized the fishing folk. I shall vanquish them.
♱ Mine axe feels lighter. Unburdened by mine weight of aimlessness.
♱ Renewed purpose. I wander with vigor once more.
♱ A good night indeede.
♱ Ne'erdowells and fools.
♱ I rest mine weary self, upon a heap of the faithless who believed their foolish selves capable of being they to thwart my journey to the castle.
♱ BASE KNAVES AND WRETCHES DEGENERATE ON MINE SCREEN.
♱ From mine own life-blood springeth a tree. From that tree springeth yet another.
♱ The newest judged hath smitten me in fray. My soul's vessel shall ne'er perish, though he hath rent a void through my breast. My lifeblood doth ebb away against a tree. [#violence]
♱ Stubbed mine toe.
♱ The World-Tree doth wax and flourish.
♱ I behold another visage of mine own amidst the boughs. He doth follow. He judgeth the judge.
♱ All folk be full of mirth and gaiety...
♱ Alas... a grievous misfortune hath befallen me. My midnight feast hath fallen from my hands, and mine own lusus hath devoured it.





