NOTE: this is a story about a Dungeons & Dragons adventure I recently had with my friend. This story (like most of my stories) is partially true, partially false.
I'll leave it up to you to decide what parts happend and what parts didn't.
It was a somewhat dismal and bleak day in the town of Anbury:
for one thing, it had been raining sleet since last afternoon, hurting and freezing
those who'd venture into the open without some sort of umbrella or wide-
Secondly, the town mayor, Lord Hanson the 16th, was assassinated.
After the wake, everyone retreated to his mansion to eat the customary
"After Funeral Buffet." And after the buffet, they drew names out of the
ballot box and congratulated the new town mayor; George Busche,
the town idiot. The other candidate (Sir Jon of Kerry) was quoted as saying; "Why
must the citizens choose the charismatic idiot over the slightly-dull genius?"