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Avalon can sort of parody itself without being cloying.
You eat a tasty apple, satiating your hunger somewhat.The apple is deep red on one side and a lush green on the other. It looks and
smells delicious and you can hardly resist drooling over this tasty fruit. It
belongs to you. It has less than a month of worth left.
This stuff never ceases to make me smile... but its the gracefulness of the wording that helps. Had the apple been bright red and forest green it wouldn't have evoked the same response, but of course the sort of sensuality in the words are dripping, as I drool over the apple, with a sardoonic self efacement.
Then, after that I can pull out a sword and smack some brat on the head or go kill some helpless army recruits in another city etc.
Dawn ascends her golden throne and flecks the morning sky with red.
That kind of stuff beats droning playing tetris or solataire!
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