Day 12 - Victory and Conquest

The Story of the 12^th Day – Victory and Conquest

It was a wintry sunrise when our brave volunteers awoke, preparing both mentally and physically for their appearance on local television, dressing to the nines, pulling out all the stops for the camera. To say the least, the majority was scared and terrified, but the minority, Emily Adams to be even more precise, was even more so as they had significant air time, while the others just sat, smiled, clapped and waved from the audience. It was like we were on the set of Shrek, as we had signs from the director to fake clap, and wave. During The Morning Show, on which we appeared, the four hosts took the mickey out of us Aussies, quoting the classic “I’ll throw another shrimp on the barbie!” After this celebrity role for the day, it was time to fully awaken with the assistance of the food embassy to the peoples of the United States, the Golden Arches.

After this point, we know not what transpired with the females, as we became separated, and not what was planned for our imminent future. However with gusto we drove towards our doom or joy.

When our short journey was complete, our victorious men stumbled upon a beauty salon, thankful of their service, Sir Beacham of the Third Order, bestowed upon them lavish gifts of either a manicure, pedicure or haircut, and later the worthy gift of massages for most, but manicures for the selective few. Although among them a squire one year their junior was given a male masseuse in lieu of the traditional female, but he enjoyed it all the same to say the least.

After having been prepped and pruned into perfection, the rich men  found in a sea of marketplaces, a set of particular bazaars with clothes, shoes, hats, glasses and food to the brim, and left nigh penny-less, for the most part. Favourite legends born of this time were the infamous Bad Hagglers who purchase items tenfold their worth, and the Farmers whose quest to find milk from the homeland was not left unfulfilled. Unbeknownst to them there stories would be repeated digitally, for their families at home to laugh at.

A constant through the entire voyage of our army of peace has been the attention which we receive from the locals, and as eighty five per cent of Bacolod, the city in which we dwell, watches The Morning Show, they appeared on every corner with cameras posed at the ready, not unlike the paparazzi that wait upon the King.

The schismed halves of the victors’ groups returned, lads and lasses reunited in full sun, as we sought to fill our stomachs with the spoils of war, in the Korean King’s Barbecue. Fusing unique selections of spices, meats, salads, soups and sushi to create a meal worthy of the Monarch himself, they reunited swiftly, albeit shortly.

Having lined our stomachs, and lightened Sir Beacham’s coin purse, we road confidently towards the final battle ground for our female companions where they would battle the strong people of the land, with muscles having muscle groups of their own. In the thick of the observation, some archers and swordsmen joined in the battle pushing back the onslaught for an acceptable retreat. After the defeat, our forces joined with the enemies? in a feast worthy of the Titanic, metre after metre of pizza.

Having returned back to the bazaars, our stomachs rumbling with eager delight, we ran to encounter the ruling monarch of this land of the realm The Governor in a feast of chicken on a stick, rice and T-bone steaks. Our stomachs now reaching over our belts, we returned to the Inn in which we resided to debrief from a day of both victories and defeat, with Priest Peter of the Royal Sect presiding over the Hallway of Happenings as stories were shared and emotions poured.

The events of which are yet to unfold, we foresee a swift bed time with bathing in the personal waters, for the Mountains of Mordor yet to undergo.

Before us bards wish thee farewell, us two and Knight Stephen of the Round Table would like to wish Mrs Paula Vardy a wondrous birthday.

Joshua: Hope everything’s going well at home, and with the family. I also hope that both SouthGate and Firebrand are rolling along great. Love you Zoe.

Reuben: hello to the Barham family including Freddi missing you all, especially Carrie because I’m missing a major part of your life, keen to see you walk down the aisle. Bought all the presents today so you guys will be looking fly when I arrive back home at the Bazza castle.