Originally Posted by Sorter
(Post 12468132)
“I looked for you at the Steelers' game,” GoChiefs said to them.
“We were not there,” Ser RunKC answered.
“Woe to the Drafturbators if we had been,” said Ser Cochise.
“When the Chiefs fell behind by 36, Ser Roethlisberger slew your defense with deep throws, and I wondered where you were.”
“Far away,” Ser RunKC said, “or Alex would yet manage the game, and the Chiefs would have won 17-14.”
“I came down on Houston to highlight Smith's inaccuracy,” GoChiefs told them, and the Lords Maverick and Sandy Cheeks dipped their banners, and all their knights bent the knee to pledge us fealty. I was certain you would be among them.”
“Our knees do not bend easily,” said Ser Staylor.
“Ser BossChief is fled to Iowa, with Bray and Prince Foles. I thought you might have sailed with him.”
“Ser BossChief is a good man and true,” said Ser Cochise.
“But not of the TrueFanGuard,” Ser RunKC pointed out. “The TrueFanGuard does not flee.”
“Then or now,” said Ser Staylor. He donned his helm.
“We swore a vow,” explained old Ser RunKC.
GoChiefs' wraiths moved up beside him, with shadow swords in hand. They were seven against three.
“And now it begins,” said Ser Staylor, the Sword of Conservative Passing Concepts. He unsheathed Checkdown and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as Elmer's glue, alive with mediocrity.
“No,” Clay said with sadness in his voice. “Now it ends.”
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