Round Robin Story Debate - RD. 1, Logic vs. isallannoyyo

“It is my great honour today to present to Delmar, the future generation of our warriors!” “Geez, does he never shut up?” “Quiet, this is a great day for the both of us.” “Yeah, now whenever we walk down the street people can point at us and cry: Look! Those are the people who will one day die for our pathetic and meaningless lives!” “Shut up, Alfray. Before Frederick comes down here and shuts it for you.” Sure enough, Sergeant Frederick was glaring down at Alfray in the second row. “Man, Ito. He gives quite the evil eye doesn’t he?” “Shut up man!” “Ahem, as I was saying,” Frederick turned and glared at Alfray. “This is our new generation of soldiers! Fresh from the academy, they will be the ones protecting this countries interests, borders, and people!” The crowd cheered. Ranks and ranks of men stood shoulder to shoulder in a vast, stone courtyard. Sergeant Frederick stood at the front of the men on a raised podium, addressing the people of Delmar whom sat in bleachers on the sides of the courtyard. Behind Frederick, sat the royal king of Delmar himself, King Lars. “Now, to begin with the graduation ceremony!” One by one, the soldiers walked up to the podium where Frederick pinned a medal certifying the bearer as a royal soldier of Delmar, shook his hand, and saluted him. The procession winded down and down, until only Ito and Alfray were left. “Ahem, now I have left these two to the very end. For passing through the academy with the highest grades ever seen, I award Ito and Alfray two medals each, the standard insignia of the Armed Corp, and the a red stripe on the shoulder, a symbol stating that these two have risen from the rank Private, to Private First Class. The crowd burst into cheers as Ito and Alfray shook hands with Frederick. “Congratulations, son. You did your country proud.” Frederick whispered into Ito’s ear. ---- ”Ito, come here!” a sharp voice yelled. Ito moved quickly, his master would be very displeased if Ito didn’t answer to his calls. Ito’s shoes clacked on the hard floors as he ran. He burst into a grand hall, the ceiling 20 feet high and adorned with a crystal chandelier, the floor covered by an exotic rug made of tiger skins, a table adorned with gold, inlaid with stones, and a high chair with a velvet cushion, two bright French doors off to the side leading out to the sunlight, to freedom. And to complete the scene, a fat, dirty man sat in the chair, his grubby hands continually molesting the table in search of its next victim. “So, Ito. You’re late.” “Sir, I came as fast as I could.” “Not, good enough.” the fat man’s sausage hands grabbed an apple, a chicken, a duck leg, bread, enough food to feed a village and thrust them down his gullet. “Now, what news from the field?” “Sir, the Hevellians to the north continue to harass our lands; raiding parties are striking our northernmost towns, pillaging and killing your subjects.” “Hmmm,” the fat man said, his eyes searching a mango in his hand. “This is very troubling.” the man said, rolling the mango about in his hands. His eyes continued to search the fruit as if it would magically grow a mouth and talk to him. “I think this is ripe, don’t you?” “Excus – excuse me sir?” “Never mind, I know this is ripe.” The man grabbed a small knife and began skinning the mango. Ito felt a sudden desire to gouge his eye out with the knife. “With all due respect sir, what about the Hevellians?” “What about them?” “What do you suggest our course of action be, sir?” “Nothing.” “But sir,” “But nothing Ito, I am your superior, you kissed my ring, and you will serve me! I will not have my country engaging in a war with those brutes to the North! They can kill those peasants, the northerners are always engaged in riots, and protests, and this: we demand rights and liberties! garbage. Bah! Right and liberties, I am the king by divine right! I would be grateful if those Hevellians slaughtered all of them. Be gone, and don’t trouble me again until you have good news.” Ito’s face grew solid, he straightened his back, clacked his shoes together, and saluted. “Your wish is my command your majesty.” ---- Ito and Alfray strolled down centre avenue in Delmar. They walked, looking side to side at the various street vendors, selling tropical fruits, clothes, and other exotic items. There were butcheries, grain stores, bakeries, you name it, this market’s got it. “So Ito, still kissing the old man’s behind?” “Shut up Alfray, you don’t want the secret police to hear that kind of talking.” “No worries Ito, Darren isn’t on patrol today.” Ito turned to Alfray. “Darren is secret police?” “SHHH! You want to go around yelling that out? Then the police police will be after me!” “They already are, and how did you know whose secret police?” “True, but I do work in his majesties name! I have my contacts Ito, sorry I can’t tell you though.” Ito snorted. “Hah! Work in the majesties name? You’re a privateer! You work outside the law!” “In theory, but really the king finances all of our operations.” Ito grinned and threw a punch at Alfray. “You scum! I’ll need to arrest you now for soiling the name of our king! He would never support your criminal enterprise!” Alfray caught Ito’s punch with ease. His expression darkened. “You have no idea what and what he doesn’t finance. I lost all respect for the monarchy when Lars died, he was a good king.” “Alfray, that’s traitorous talk. When we graduated from the academy our only duty was to the king! We are to lay our lives down for him! How dare you say that you don’t respect him!” “Ito, start using that brain of yours and think for a minute. Whup! What’s Darren doing here? I thought he was sick!” Ito glanced to the left and saw the bulky outline of Darren, the capitals bishop. Darren walked through the streets with his Bible, blessing people left and right, his eyes raking their face in an attempt to search out Alfray. Alfray grabbed Ito’s arm and roughly spun him around and they briskly walked in the other direction. Darren saw them and starting using the mystical and magical power of God to part the sea of people between him and his prey. That’s probably what he thought happened, in reality he shoved people briskly out of the way. Alfray’s hand strolled onto a fruit vendors fruit. He picked out a particularly ripe apple without breaking stride. “Hey! You gonna pay for that or not?” the vendor shouted out. “False information, you owe me!” Alfray shouted, pointing at the very angry Bishop. ---- “Ito!” Ito broke from his walk into long loping strides. He sprinted down halls and burst into the grand room where the king sat no his lazy behind. “Hmm, 15 seconds, not good enough.” “Sorry, sir.” “Cut the crap Ito, I’m sending you to that hellhole of northern town, Imante. Some rebellious peasants are clamouring for rights again. Take the mounted 42 squadron and sanitize the area.” “Sanitize, sir?” “Uhh, are you that dumb Ito? KILL THEM ALL! When you’re done, come here and supervise the cleaning of these tiger rugs, they’re getting dirty.” “Your wish is my command, sir.” The next day the rugs shined as if they were new.