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A Tragic Comedy

 The Shamrock and The Potato: A Tragic Comedy. Once upon a a time, in a kingdom far away, in a land of castles, raging beasts and valiant armies, two rival warriors clashed.  Still in her infancy, The Potato received an invitation by a Mighty Warrior, she accepted out of curiosity, and it's there the story began. The intricate dance of two minds gently probing, the gentle nudge, the lasting touch of thoughts entwining, words flew across the wires like raindrops against a window, soft, reassuring, cleansing. They poured forth their combined ideas, sparks flew like electric pulses, and they were a sight to behold.  Together they were magnetic, electric, and they drew others into their combined madness. They pushed each other in ways no one else could fathom. Potato threw caution to the wind, and let her mask slip. She dared him to look at her true form, her fire and her intensity. The Shamrock not only accepted it, but he fed off it, he took everything she gave, and made it...
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The Sad Pumpkin

 Once upon a time, there was a pumpkin plant, beautiful, vibrant and green. She reached her tendrils out far and wide, welcoming the sun every morning, and mourning it's loss at night. She slowly started forming flowers, which bees came from far and wide to enjoy. And slowly those flowers wilted, giving way to tiny fruit. The fruit grew bigger, fuller, and slowly it's colour changed from green to a deep, beautiful orange. The plant was proud of her creation, the pumpkin gloried in its burnished exterior. The sun reflected off it, warming it, and turning it an even deeper orange.  Then without warning, one cold morning, just as the sun's rays were peeking over the horizon, a man came through the field, in his hands, a sharp knife. The pumpkin felt the pain as it was severed from the plant that had given it life.  The pumpkin was tossed onto a pile of other pumpkins that had suffered the same fate, and then, they were loaded into a truck. Eventually they were taken to a sup...
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The Samurai and The Banners

 Now hear the tale of Samurai, burner of banners, a minor pain in the otherwise perfection of Team Karma. Once upon a time, there was a Samurai. He spoke a language known but by a few, and he enjoyed butting into the conversations of others, often without understanding what they were talking about. This often resulted in annoyance to some of the more prolific members. The derailment of multiple threads of conversation, so carefully cultivated into chaotic perfection, was cause for consternation.  Samurai had but a few interests. He enjoyed hunting the "black leopard", and the "white lion", except he wasn't strong enough to head those rallies himself, so he relied on asking others to start them, often yelling at the top of his lungs for someone to start a rally. He seemed frustrated when the rallies were unsuccessful, although, I'm not sure I understand why.  Samurai also had an unhealthy obsession with banners. He looked at the map, and imagined burning the...
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The Epic Tale of Tony

 Once upon a time there was a child named Tony. He enjoyed yelling at people older than him, and he could be abrasive. The adults tolerated him, and tried to guide his passions into more worthy persuits. Alas! Tony would not listen. He ranted for eons about rallies, and troops, and eventually he lost his senses. He decided to punish the worthy members of Team Karma. He devised an evil plan... The plan was as follows... Find a target far, far, far away, on the other side of the kingdom, and start a rally using only one troop. The auto joiners were added, and they went on a tour of the kingdom, led by a lone warrior who himself was lost. This angered the members of the noble Team Karma, who, upon returning found their elite troops marching aimlessly Upon discovering this evil plan, of which the child Tony was immensely proud. He drew attention to his brilliance. "look at me" he shouted, as the rallies marched, "look at how brilliant my plan is. The rubbish troops have gone...
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