A nameless penciled neck nerd entered Chestaclese tent where he and a number of friends sat around his war table playing a game of gin rummy.
“Lord Chestaclese,” he shouted. “ Mathews army is on the move, the battle is upon us.”
Chestaclese peered his eyes away from his cards to show a frown that began to spread itself along his jaw. “Surely there is time for one last round.”
Sauce dealt the cards one last time and before he was finished another limp wristed nerd entered the tent.
“Lord Chestaclese,” he shouted. “The battle is over, we’ve won!”
Chestaclese peered his eyes away from his cards once more to show a frown that began to spread itself along his jaw. “gin.”