Now look what happened. I told ya’ll I didn’t want to compete, but you could take no for an answer, and look what happens… my muses knock me out and let my doppleganger loose. Even if I win this tourney, I will beat my self. I lose either way.

Awww he’s sitting by me! Haha I’m not sure whether or not that’s a good thing :p Charming doppleganger you got there… hey, at least he thinks I’m cute!

Love it! Particularly the description of Sir Bic.

While arrows I have, Cupid I am not. Nomads have rules too, and honor. I expect you two to stay arms’ length apart!

This is awesome.

Aha, I love how aware the characters are of the themes.
oh, wait…we’re doing the medieval rena-nonsense crap…where’s my squire?
Made me laugh, which is always a good thing :)

I can’t tell you how happy I am that you and your “doppelganger” decided to join us in our Tournament. (We’ll… maybe I just did?)

We seem to have it all now; the intrigue, the enlightenment, and now – the crude “South Park” humor. What else could we ask for? (Will I regret asking that?)
[]-)