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2022 - The Origin of Scene Bol (Part 4)

 I would like to preface this by saying that the medieval style of writing is very hard to maintain and I might or might not keep it in the upcoming blog posts. After the treat which we read about in the previous part, crackhead2 (hereby referred to as BBoi) was not available for a few days and the next pf party shenanigan happened in his absence. This is all from crackhead1's POV (hereby referred to as SM).  The realms of PF was ecstatic because it was the birth anniversary of the PF maiden. Lords, Ladies and peasants from far and wide were called for a feast and to feast they came. The feast itself was not eventful but of course this story wouldn't have made it into the blog if there was nothing eventful. Now, before we get into the event itself, I need to set some context. The two places of interest for us are Vijaya Shatabdee and the feast center Jiva. The warrior from Syndicate deposited his chariot in VS and hitched a ride alongwith the Hunter and SM. The warrior from Sa...

2022 - The Origin of Scene Bol (Part 3)

 Well, well, well! Now that I'm in Hyderabad and have a lot of free time on my hands, of course I would like to make some people cry again. And what better way than to continue this shit show. So, buckle up because now I do not have any incentive to stop  writing. Now, where were we last time? After the grand feast from the Lady of the Air Kingdom, our beloved crackhead two was grateful for the free food while getting ready to go home when he heard that the others did not want to go home yet and wanted to roam around. He was confused by the proposition and thought that these days for kids, maybe 3pm is the new 9pm. However, he could not protest this because he was new to this group, and he had the chronical illness of not being able to talk to new people.  On they went towards the grounds of PF... not to play football but to keep their 2 wheeled wagons. A four wheeled wagon is better suited for the new 9pm it seemed, you know, because of the scorching heat. Now, there wer...

2022 - The Origin of Scene Bol (Part 2)

Now since you bullied the last guy, it's up to me to take over the responsibility of maintaining this blog. The party was an overall success even though crackhead 2 was not invited, no hard feelings though. There was some incident with one of the maidens and the host warlord where they used a way, foreign to the others, to court each other but I think it didn't go anywhere. Not too sure though. However, intel as late as October shows us that there might have been genuine feelings from the maiden's side.  Having made acquaintances with each other, not crackhead 2 though (no hard feelings), this group wanted to meet each other even more. Call it youthful exuberance or unbalanced hormones.  The second time when they all met was at the sacred day of their landlord's birth. Crackhead 2 had the disgusting habit of judging people when he first met hem and instantaneously, it was clear that one of them had a distinct affinity towards canines because of the awwws and the wowwws ...

2022 - The Origin of Scene Bol (Part 1)

Let's jump into this dumpster fire of a friend group to look for the origins of the fabled "SCENE BOL". It all started in the snowy winter evenings of January 2022. 2 crackheads decided to play football on the  gravelly road of Vijaya Shatabdee where one wrong kick would make both of them meet their makers. one fateful evening the elder brother of one of those crackheads decided that he would be their savior by giving them the divine knowledge that football is a game to be played on a field and was gracious enough to let them play with his squad. This led these 2 adventurers to the magical football ground of PF and that ground, THAT DAMNED GROUND was where everything started. One seemingly uneventful day after an intense leg breaking match of football, our heroes saw a Hunter was beckoning to them. Curious about this new main mission, they decided to YOLO. The Hunter turned out to be an old comrade of crackhead 1 and they got to bitching about their old times. Suddenly, t...