Me dressed in many duty-hues.

Many moons have passed since my last entry in this journal. The Tournament have reached a stop on the investigative efforts made by my government. The case in the death of our messenger turned out to be one filled with lies and difficulty. By the courts of our island of apples hence Avalon and the prima facie evidence against this fellow man that seduced and adulterated our messenger before driving him to his demise, I hereby certify that justice shall be done.

Within our jurisdiction two weeks have elapsed since the discovery of the body. The accused filed a petition before this court asking us to set aside the decision for review and reconsideration. We denied it though we were impressed.The accused argument was that it was not given any opportunity. But his argument I reviewed in detail. Pray thee that I and my counsellors may meet the end of deliberations and reach a satisfactory decision. I too would be honest...

For Rathcliffo our messenger...in memoriam.

The ceremony of the games began but we had a lamentable incident to regret. Our ceremony began with a chosen celebrity (well known person in my domain) serving as messenger running through the kingdom with a torch in hand symbolizing the messenger Hermes and his karma.

The celebrity spoke the words: "I bring word of the biggest and most united game for all the world to enjoy and our queen wants you to participate". These words were recited to every member of our community by Rathcliffo the messenger before the inauguration of the ceremony. Rathcliffo carried the torch and received a good overload on food to its stomach by a person of our community who wanted to do so. Then Rathcliffo went again on route for the next house.

But words reached my ears that our little celebrity Rathcliffo who was aparently well loved by our female population began to feel quizzy at one of his stops and died. I thought at first that he had contrived to exist upon the smallest possible portion of the weakest possible food, that it sickened from want and cold or fell into the dark from neglect or got half smothered by accident.


The information received confirmed my first assumption but worse: he hath been invited to feast but seduced and forced afterwards by a male who enjoyed cooking in one of the houses he visited. This is punishable by law under my government. And thus began our questioning.

The investigation concluded the motive was a passionate revenge. The entire meal contained belladonna which is a powerful narcotic and can slay a person if the subject ingest it and neglect its use. Later on, the male fingers for desert contained the quantity that took his life. He also choke to death on one. Aparently he was trying to chow it up in one whole gulp but the male finger made too much pressure on his trachea. Rathcliffo was the first to go.

He was our first choice in the inauguration of the games although not intended for competing. He was the first running, the first grave. Rathcliffo, the games are dedicated to you, wether you are in hades or eden!

There was the body and it lighted the gloom.

Today, 4th of July n e w f r e e d o m awaits us all during the festivities ahead. Sir Urience was sacrificed today and my emancipation from the shackles of matrimony is ensured finally.

But probably I felt gloom to fancy the eyes glaring upward as if watching the reflection of the pool of gore that quivered and danced through the air. The weapon broke also but it was set on the coals to burn away and smoulder into ashes. Once you throw a rug toward it there is not great harm done .

Where would one find the injury, injustice, the suffering, misery, cruelty and wrong that each life's day brings with it? It is just plainly necessary.

On another note, the tournament shalt I host for all the subjects and non-subjects that love to sport. The events are varied: the beasts, the contraptions, the riddles, the improvisation- timed-competition, the no-cry-against- all- odds event, the make-up competition ...

Only one worry I have and that is a terrorist attempt from Kila the damned sorceress. Her hatred of anything sporty hath reached monstruous paradigms.

In the last tournament she wanted to change the logo of the games from the current three green skulls to a one image of her in my pink elegant robes with the most handsome contestant. I told her choosing one contestant above the others is not my idea of equal-opportunity entertainer and employer and it was against our policy of fair games for all but she wouldn't listen.

She instead punished me by striping me out of my clothes and made me prance naked in the house the gay-blood boy.

And so as this world turns, last year I got to know the gay-blood boy and a vision of a long lasted mision was born.

Spare me and use me as thy spanniel I pray thee.

My marriage to Sir Urience was divine; I enjoyed him very much. He gave me everything during this year: everything to keep me from falling asleep that is...horror, medicine, poetry, projectiles,westerns, yeah, even that! Those memorable times will keep me happy even in moments of deep sorrow. Anyway... Sir Urience shalt be sacrificed before our official welcome to our new sacred king!!!

These last month was exceptionably difficult for him as he had to join us in rehearsals for the Great Execution which will take place before the Sacred King Festivities at the tournament. His anxiety made usually the best of him: eyeballs protruding in strain, tongue gently lolling expectantly, a rising lump in the stomach, an escape of yellow bilis from lower appendages and pleading silently for any other to take his place in the final ceremony. As sure as rain the event shalt go as planned.
He will go and take his seat among his ancestors during our very intense festivity.