Post by Felicien Clermont-Montmorency on Jul 24, 2011 16:22:39 GMT -5
[The pamphlet is current widely available in and around Night's Doorstep. It is pinned to inn doors, to notice boards, and available free in piles both in the streets and in several of shadier establishments for any who wish to take it. There is also a copy nailed to the front the de Trevalion townhouse]
You know the worst thing about the War? Having to feel so jolly miserable all the time! But, never fear, my weak-spirited friends, Noemi de Trevalion is on the case. Heaven forefend that we should feel bad because bad things are happening. Let's party instead!
Adepts for the evening: 26000 ducats
Lavish refreshments: 11,300 ducats
Decadent games: 7800 ducats
Decorations for the palace: 4500 ducats
Servants for the evening: 3200 ducats
d'Angeline-La Serenissima fusion summer dress to make all the other airheads jealous: 2100 ducats
Not having to give a fuck about the dead: priceless
Consider this: the amount of cold hard cash the aristocracy are willing to spend on cheering themselves up because they're too shallow to endure prologued exposure to sadness could be used to alleviate poverty, heal the sick, educate children and change the lives of thousands of struggling citizens for the better.
But no: the happiness of a noble is worth any cost. The life of a peasant is worth absolutely nothing.
Think on this my friends. Remember the last time you were hungry. Remember the last time you were sick. Remember the last loved one you lost, the last child that died stillborn. Remember the last time you woke with a crushing despair for the uncertainty of tomorrow. Was that today? Was it yesterday? Has it been every day for as long as you have lived?
Well think on that. While the nobles dance the night away.
You know the worst thing about the War? Having to feel so jolly miserable all the time! But, never fear, my weak-spirited friends, Noemi de Trevalion is on the case. Heaven forefend that we should feel bad because bad things are happening. Let's party instead!
Adepts for the evening: 26000 ducats
Lavish refreshments: 11,300 ducats
Decadent games: 7800 ducats
Decorations for the palace: 4500 ducats
Servants for the evening: 3200 ducats
d'Angeline-La Serenissima fusion summer dress to make all the other airheads jealous: 2100 ducats
Not having to give a fuck about the dead: priceless
Consider this: the amount of cold hard cash the aristocracy are willing to spend on cheering themselves up because they're too shallow to endure prologued exposure to sadness could be used to alleviate poverty, heal the sick, educate children and change the lives of thousands of struggling citizens for the better.
But no: the happiness of a noble is worth any cost. The life of a peasant is worth absolutely nothing.
Think on this my friends. Remember the last time you were hungry. Remember the last time you were sick. Remember the last loved one you lost, the last child that died stillborn. Remember the last time you woke with a crushing despair for the uncertainty of tomorrow. Was that today? Was it yesterday? Has it been every day for as long as you have lived?
Well think on that. While the nobles dance the night away.