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song, dance, music, stories, magicians, comedy skits or anything really.
The name is borrowed from the old days when pubs might have had an “open mic” session. Not that many people know exactly what a microphone is … or was!
Michael Rafone is the Master of Ceremonies for the evening, and on a Saturday everybody’s allowed to call him “OpenMike”. On a Sunday he’s back to being Mr Rafone when he helps with the local Sunday League. The local archery practice! He says that citizens have to be good at archery. When faced with threatening raiders from Worringfolk it’s no good kicking an inflated pig’s bladder at them he says!
MaxChaos is a brilliant archer, and occasionally he too helps with the local Sunday League. On other Sundays he’s off into the forest hunting deer. A side hustle which brings in a welcome bit of extra cash. A big carcass is worth a lot, the meat, the hide, and even the bones are tradeable goods.
Having a night out on a Saturday is a tradition throughout Wolfland. Even on board ships things usually stop at 19:00 on a Saturday, for anyone and everyone to take their turn to entertain.
The ship’s navigator JumpingJack is the first person to perform a skit this evening. A gregarious fellow, and a regular performer, JumpingJack reminds the crew that “laughing at my jokes is compulsory!” Then, with not a moment’s pause he immediately launches into his latest, hastily composed fisherman’s tale.
The Dubious Story of The Barrel of Laughs
Back in the mists of time, long before The Decimation, back when the coast of Wolfland was very different to the way it is today, there was a small sleepy village … called Blackpool … where nothing ever happened. As predictable as the tide, but twice as noisy, the village came alive every Saturday evening for its one and only weekly spectacle The Great Barrel Roll.
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