Chicken poker 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] Scene II Sir Cadrigan: Ah, the air feels a bit lighter here Sir Hardun: Why couldn't you take offense to him?! Sir Cadrigan: take offense, you have that sense of pride that allows umbrage to affect you, the same kind that Raver sulks with in the dark. Sir Hardun: What am I now, a monster? Sir Cadrigan: Monsters live in the dark, they sustain a certain flame of hatred, they may live under bridges for all I know. No, Hardun, as long as you walk beside me you'll never hunch low on scaly haunches Sir Hardun: So what, you fancy yourself a samaritan then? What, you prevent the would-be sinners from sinning? What are you, a priest? What are you, god?  Sir Cadrigan: There's good skepticism in your voice. That's precisely what I preach, skepticism. You'll be taken in by nothing and be taken by nothing. To care for these alleys is a mistake, and the ones who try cleansing its denizens most become the dirtiest refuse. I stay away from care, for it makes monsters of good people.  [Enter Shadow] ... Long story short: I wrote this play during Winter Break and it is complete. I'll update whenever I'm swayed to.