Famine

Submitted by Virge on Thu, Aug 28, 2003 - 16:03
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When the red warrior rises triumphant in the east,
then shall the stream of inspiration dry.
The soft warriors wail and gnash their teeth,
crying 'From whence cometh our sustenance?
By whose hand was this famine wrought?'
- Feargal the Elder, 1602

I knew of the prophecy. I witnessed the rise of the red warrior last night, as bright as I'd ever seen him. Today I expected the fulfillment of the prophecy, and I wasn't disappointed. A work colleague of mine went to the canteen to collect a caterer's-size tin of drinking chocolate only to find that there were none. Somewhat distressed, he questioned the canteen staff only to find that drinking chocolate will no longer be provided.

The hand of management has reached in and found its pocket to be too long. No longer shall we drink the chocolate of geek inspiration - the nectar of the odds. Alas, we are undone, for we have fallen short of the glory of timely delivery of product. Thus are we rewarded for our infidelity.