n the Knight Club they gathered, for introductions and idle chitchat. Medals of Valor and Mischief were awarded, to the cheers, applause and laughs of the group. From witty to whimsical, revering to ratty, the merry noblemen dished them out. Even the "newborns" (members for only three days) were acknowledged. Rumour has it that a surplus of certificate parchment was found, hence the many awards. At a point, a cacophony of unheard of proportion attacked all near and far; indeed, it was a veritable clamour of the likes of "cuckoo! cuckoo! cuckoo!", "i'm losing my mind!", and "i can't take it anymore!". Ensuing inspection revealed an army of multi-colored furry little keychains of wasted fur that some unmentionable individual saw fit to unleash on the unsuspecting. Into the battle theatre they went, the Zen Riders seeing red (the color of their region, that is). They put up a ruckus royale, some to sit here, some to sit there, most to sit anywhere but the seat on their ticket. The ushering wenches made short work of all that, however, and before long, the disheveled scruffs of people were found in their proper places. · click for more ·