A Perth based accountant who cosplays as a Bard at any opportunity he gets has travelled to the Balingup Medieval Carnivale in search of adventure, mead and perhaps love.
He sung, he danced, he got overly intense about the inaccuracies that films portray Knight battles over the realities. By all accounts, he was having a ye old ball.
He even met a damsel that not only was interested in his encyclopaedic knowledge of the realities of Medieval times but was partial to a game of Dungeons & Dragons. Would she be the one?
That was until he found a crusty van-dwelling hippie that offered him some magic potion. Gauranteed to increase his charisma – some of Balingups finest shrooms.
Perhaps if he’d enjoyed a more modest intake this would be true but any great bard must aim for a heroic dose. This ultimately, didn’t end too well for the bard.
Rather than skipping whimsically through a magical world with a smile on his face, he was devolved to a giggling primordial beast capable of nonsensical grunts between laughing until he nearly shat himself.
We spoke to the bard’s mate who rolled his eyes and said this happens every year,
“I tell him to go easy on the shrooms, you’re not going to meet the love of your life off your tidds on hallucinogens. Luckily he had a reasonably good trip this time but yeah, the girl he was talking to lost interest after he vomited on himself during the come up. Happens to the best of us”
While the bard may not have won over the damsel’s heart, he sure did have a wonderful time.
And ultimately, is that not what the stuff of legend is made of?