“The Great Bard”, that’s what they call him. Playwright, poet, balladeer, wordsmith, actor, drunkard.
The King’s Men know that he is a genius, but he often needs a bit of motivation to restore the balance of his creative humours. He sleeps away the hours in a stupor, hunched over wine or gin, whatever may have drawn his fancy or whim. Sitting around him, the King’s Men have taken to a game of storytelling and impromptu playwrighting.
None know how the game began. Perhaps as a simple wager of a new play’s name, but with each passing night, the diversion gradually became refined into a method of writing complete compositions (comedic, dramatic and tragic).
Many has been the night when the kings men would have played their game over a semi-conscious “Great Bard”; only to find him finishing a masterpiece based on his “fever dreams” of the night before.
I've just finished my Game Chef Entry. I tried to upload it here, but for some reason, the automatic submission form wasn't working for me.
So I've uploaded it on the Vulpinoid Studios site.