Comedy on Alternia is a dangerous profession. On your world, a comedian bombs and loses a booking. On ours, he bombs and loses several limbs, perhaps in a festive sequence accompanied by calliope music. You must understand, I was born a rustblood. That means from the moment I crawled from the brooding cavern, society had already informed me of my purpose: die quietly, work loudly, and never make eye contact with anyone whose hemospectrum could legally own decorative knives. I chose to be funny.
Kult: +10
Total: 10