To those who posted in this thread when it was an AMA, I'm sorry about changing the topic, but there are more important things than attention on this site, which is precisely what I was going after. Instead I'll give you a little something I finished a while ago. A bit of background, when I first made this story over Winter Break, I had just read Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde and was inspired to write a bit about some of the social conditions surrounding the Off Topic section. While I know it's not perfect, and I haven't been here long enough to make the most of the attitudes held by the characters completely solid, I can always use critique (and I'll hate myself for saying so, but yes, even scathing ones). Before I post scene one of act one, I would like to thank Elegiac for first reading this play. Characters:  Sir Cadrigan  Sir Hardun  Shadow Lady of Shadow Mad Raver Gambler Once upon a drunken, hazy night, about the seedy alleyways of town Revned, two amicable friends made their way for gold and glory; much to their ignorance, chicken eggs and chance. They were in for a long night. Act I [Enter the two wayfaring knights, Sir Cadrigan and Hardun into an alley with a mad raver] Scene 1 Mad raver: Listen, listen you damned walkers, callous fools, classless morons! Sir Hardun: What is it that annoys you so much to spurt your annoying use of language  on us? Mad raver: Ah, you are idiots as the rest of them! I hold myself solitary on this street, a vigilant in paupers rags, can't you see me? But I will tell you my exalted views on the world and I shall force you to recognize my radiant world insight! Sir Cadrigan: Let's go, he's obviously mad-" Mad Raver: I am the voice of reason here! Sir Hardun: Not a person walking along these darkened alleys gives a single shit about whatever it is you blither on about Sir Cadrigan: Hardun, Why bother with this madman? Can't you see the deranged look in his eye? The way he conducts himself as if he's a Lone wolf among a horde of sheep? Come Sir Hardun, he cares nothing for the likes of you and me, but sees himself only, a solitary priest in a world of sinners needing enlightenment when it is he that lies in this dark gutter, mumbling to himself and assaulting newcomers. I hope few people walk this way... Sir Hardun:  Unhand me, friend! This nuisance must see the error of his ways! I refuse to let someone of his low caliber walk on me with his shitty musings! Come, help me against him! Mad Raver: What are you trying to pull here- [pulls out a knife] Sir Cadrigan: Shall we leave now? Sir Hardun: Well, we don't have anything like that [Knights back away from the madman and continue down the alleyway]