What in God's name?....

[slyguy_ofgisbourne]

Don't even dare think about sending me into one of these wretched games of yours. I will not do it. Being a man of the law, my place is in Nottingham, fighting Hood and his outlaws. Have you lost all sense?

For God's sake, man. Listen to yourself. Nor, will you place me on an island which involves having sex to stay alive. What sort of man do you think I am? I only have eyes for one woman and you know who that is. You have lost all sense, boy. Do not forget who I am and what I do. Vaisey would have my head if I ever left the castle.

 

Comments

[diana_abel]

Dude. You seriously need to chillax.

These games aren't all bad.

[slyguy_ofgisbourne]

Aren't so bad? I've heard rumours of people being sent to islands filled with harlots and nothing else. [Not that it would be so bad but...]

Creatures of all kinds and horrors.

[diana_abel]

Okay, valid point. But on the other hand, you get to meet some totally groovy people.

Oh! Like my friend Zoey down there!

[cordelisse]

I did warn you...

[slyguy_ofgisbourne]

Warn me about what?

[cordelisse]

Oh, the inevitability of ending up in a game. More specifically, ending up in a place worse than this.

I find myself rather hopeful that I'm there to witness it.

[the_lady_marian]

I am afraid even your impassioned pleas will have little effect on the writers. They believe we exist to their whim and fancy.

[slyguy_ofgisbourne]

Of course, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?