Post by Editor in Chief on Mar 5, 2008 21:44:16 GMT
On the 29th of March Secundus, a dread plague descended upon Djelibeybi. As it ran through the populace like wildfire, reports from cities as distant as Bes-Pelargic, Genua, and Ankh-Morpork were rushed to the palace, confirming that this deadly force had spread far and wide across the Disc.
Soon it became clear that none would be spared. From the oldest oldbie, to the newest newbie, all were afflicted. The cries of suffering echoed across the lands, and even the most learned of wizards and most devout of priests were unable to ebb the ravages of this plague.
The scribes of the palace searched frantically through the histories of the land, desperate to find the key to unlock the secrets of this mysterious affliction. Finally, a reference to the Pink Death was found in an ancient scroll, nearly crumbling from age. No cure would be possible, and the suffering would have to continue unchecked by any efforts of men or gods.
Fortunately, that same scroll offered a distant glimmer of hope: After the third day of the arrival of the Pink Death, relief would be granted to all that remained. Those few lucky survivors that were neither choked to death nor driven mad by this pastel plague would be released from their suffering.
The marks of the plague would disappear as suddenly as they had arrived. In their wake they would leave a nation in ruin, its citizens trembling with the memories of the terrors they survived. Slowly, they would recover. Life would go on, and the great nation would regain its stalwart spirit. But this time they would remember. And they would be prepared for the next arrival of Pink Bow Day.
Soon it became clear that none would be spared. From the oldest oldbie, to the newest newbie, all were afflicted. The cries of suffering echoed across the lands, and even the most learned of wizards and most devout of priests were unable to ebb the ravages of this plague.
The scribes of the palace searched frantically through the histories of the land, desperate to find the key to unlock the secrets of this mysterious affliction. Finally, a reference to the Pink Death was found in an ancient scroll, nearly crumbling from age. No cure would be possible, and the suffering would have to continue unchecked by any efforts of men or gods.
Fortunately, that same scroll offered a distant glimmer of hope: After the third day of the arrival of the Pink Death, relief would be granted to all that remained. Those few lucky survivors that were neither choked to death nor driven mad by this pastel plague would be released from their suffering.
The marks of the plague would disappear as suddenly as they had arrived. In their wake they would leave a nation in ruin, its citizens trembling with the memories of the terrors they survived. Slowly, they would recover. Life would go on, and the great nation would regain its stalwart spirit. But this time they would remember. And they would be prepared for the next arrival of Pink Bow Day.