Post by Fewms on Oct 2, 2009 1:43:58 GMT
Written in ink:
/Narf MacPing\
Brother Narf MacPing began his life as the only child of a parsnip-farming collective outside the Mad Wolf. He spent his childhood merrily crawling about the craggy peaks and diving for minnows in the crisp mountain rivers. Tiring his life of ease, communism, and sweet starchy root vegetables, he made his way to the Big Wahoonie to seek a profession.
Arriving alone, a stranger, with a mighty thirst, he made his way to the Mended Drum, ill-equiped, with barely a Pumpkin dollar to his name. There, pondering his destiny over a pint of the frothy stuff, he found God. Well, to be honest, he found a fast-talking High Priest by the name of Volen, who, apprehending clearly the lad's well-developed sense of rustic fasion, whisked him off the the Street of Small Gods and enrolled him in the Gappic Priesthood.
Appropriately armed and clothed from the Temple coffers, he set off into the world to battle the powers of evil and shoddy craftsmanship. Wandering the streets of Anhk-Morpork, he happened across a dingy second-hand store, cluttered with unusual and greatly overpriced merchandice. Stumbling out of the shop he found himself no longer in the grimy Morporkian alley from whose odour he had sought refuge from inside the shop, but blinking in the bright sunshine of a sunny summer's afternoon on the Avenue of Pharaohs.
From that day forward, Narf became in his heart a loyal Djelian and subject of Pharaoh. As soon as it was possible, he became a citizen, and later served in the Magistracy. He has been significantly involved in Klatch's economic revolution, and continues to be active in discussion and evaluation of court matters.
/Narf MacPing\
Brother Narf MacPing began his life as the only child of a parsnip-farming collective outside the Mad Wolf. He spent his childhood merrily crawling about the craggy peaks and diving for minnows in the crisp mountain rivers. Tiring his life of ease, communism, and sweet starchy root vegetables, he made his way to the Big Wahoonie to seek a profession.
Arriving alone, a stranger, with a mighty thirst, he made his way to the Mended Drum, ill-equiped, with barely a Pumpkin dollar to his name. There, pondering his destiny over a pint of the frothy stuff, he found God. Well, to be honest, he found a fast-talking High Priest by the name of Volen, who, apprehending clearly the lad's well-developed sense of rustic fasion, whisked him off the the Street of Small Gods and enrolled him in the Gappic Priesthood.
Appropriately armed and clothed from the Temple coffers, he set off into the world to battle the powers of evil and shoddy craftsmanship. Wandering the streets of Anhk-Morpork, he happened across a dingy second-hand store, cluttered with unusual and greatly overpriced merchandice. Stumbling out of the shop he found himself no longer in the grimy Morporkian alley from whose odour he had sought refuge from inside the shop, but blinking in the bright sunshine of a sunny summer's afternoon on the Avenue of Pharaohs.
From that day forward, Narf became in his heart a loyal Djelian and subject of Pharaoh. As soon as it was possible, he became a citizen, and later served in the Magistracy. He has been significantly involved in Klatch's economic revolution, and continues to be active in discussion and evaluation of court matters.