The Tragic Tale of Romeo and Juliet-As Played by Eliwood's Elite with much Reduction and Improvisation


Tactician's Note:

Now everyone, I can barely say about the amount of fun,

I had last night watching the show, which was supposed to be full of sorrow.

As a very bold dare, Nergal scoffed them to put up a grand affair,

Consisting of an entire show of Romeo and Juliet, that would be as interesting as a fish fillet.

And so they the foolish fools, took up the challenge without half a box of tools,

Along with their entire crew, they turned the show into a puddle of dew.

The Eight Legends as judges, ghosts and tomato fudges,

Where very impressed I daresay, with their little bawdy fray,

That showed a lack of personal taste, but a lot of fried fish paste.

(I always suspected from the start, that those three had something fishy in their gut.)

And I along with half the world, was there as well to watch the scenes unfold,

Where everything seems to fall into place perfectly, except the intentions exactly.

Despite my best efforts to retain my dignity, I ended up on the ground, laughter growing into infinity.

Annoying the actors with my stupid grin, and watched them as they glared at my minor sin.

The curtains suddenly drew apart, leaving the audience with a very bored start,

Together with a blushing Serra yelling for the wardrobe mistress, giving as the curtsey of a seamstress,

A loud flurry of yells announced the first scene, as lethal as a shark's dorsal fin,

I will now leave you with the original, copied dutifully by only the most prodigal.


This the beginning of everything.

Read on, read on.

Hector: I can't wait to grab my Armads.

Raven: Just till you taste my sword you foul, dim- witted-

Merlinus ze Director: SHHHHHHHHH!!

Ha!

Enjoy yourselves!