G’narsh
The Troll, The Myth, The Legend
by
Kevin Stillwater
chapter 3
# # # And Here Now Our Story - G’narsh’s Ray’s # # #
page 6
In an effort to break free from the demons that
assail him (figuratively speaking, of course), G’narsh bounces the gold
coin he has been playing with on the table and watches as it lands in a
shot glass. He has seen college students do this as a prelude to
getting hammered, to getting so drunk that they need no assistance from
Lane to go bouncing out the door on their own. Sometimes they
don’t get very far... and it is a cold one (((out there))) tonight.
Action! G’narsh suddenly decides That’s what he needs to
do. Take some action! Do something, anything, to break the
cycle of murderous thoughts circling around in his head.
“Charlie,” G’narsh yells to the cobalts still cleaning the lower deck,
“When you’re done with the floors, take a walk around the block and see
if anyone could use a spot by the fire tonight.”
“Right-o boss man,” a lone Charlie responds -- speaking for all -- as
the song the cobalts sing changes to, “We’re going to sweep the
walk. We’re going to sweep the walk,” which would sound nice and
pleasant if it wasn’t sung to the tune of an ancient war chant that
told the tale of a dour-dwarf who operated a mine and was always on the
lookout for more slaves due to his harsh treatment of them (((i.e. the ones he had never lasted long)))). So, think A 100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall reworked into 21 Slaves in a Pit by a sociopath tune-smith and/or psychotic song-writer.
Twenty-one slaves in a pit,
Twenty-one slaves in a pit,
Take one out, bash it about,
One less slave to worry about.