| Tuesday, September 25, 2001 |
 | You've got all those other things, I've just got this one thing
Which, in the case of the Dagorhir boys (via Ben), is dressing up in tunics and belting each other with rubber swords.
Twats. We had a crowd like this in Oxford - the Wychwood Warriors - who were apparently constituted entirely of fatbeards. Overweight hairballs doing metallurgy, and others who had graduated but still hung around like a bad smell, presumably in the hope that their one female aquaintance, an Arthurian History enthusiast with sideburns called Edith who spent a lot of time on the Internet, would eventually fuck them.
"Yesterday's fun today". Even a moment's thought might have made them consider that standing knee-dep in mud trying to hack people's limbs off wasn't fun yesterday. It was war. Which is not fun.
"You've only read Lord of the Rings. We live it."
a) Yes, because it's a book. You read books. You, specifically, read books with dragons on the front cover and nothing else, you lip-moving wanker. There is no particular greatness in "living" a book. "You only read American Psycho. I live it". "You only read Portnoy's Complain. We live it". Not good things.
b) No you don't. You live lives of social and sexual failure, leavened only by weekends when you get to wear cassocks and feel briefly virile and potent before quaffing mead and having Tolkein trivia-offs with your fatbeard chums.
Nothing but hatred.
Still, great line from their rulebook. "The dead may not speak to the living at any time".
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