Waiting for Todog

If you get the reference in the title, then you will do fine here... If you don't well... *cough*Godot*cough* if you don't get it yet, look it up. Do yourself a favor and read or watch it.

List of Characters

1. Name: Sir Fitzpatrick Lohan
   Age: 23
   Creator: Simo
   

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Fitzpatrick wanders along the old dusty road wearily. One foot staggers across the ground, while the other trudges on willingly. He looks transfixed, almost zombie like. He is wearing a rusty old chain mail, and is warped in a rugged cloak. He has a scabbard at his side, hanging off his belt. He comes to a sudden stop and attempts to draw his sword. However, his scabbard is empty. A disbelieving look falls on his face

Oh...

He stumbles to the ground. There is nothing surrounding him but endless sand. He spots a dying tree, crawls towards it, and rests beneath its weak shades.

What is a knight without his sword?

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Okay. So basically it's inspired by Waiting for Godot okay?! But with more characters (if anyone joins) randomly bantering and slowly going bloody mad. If anyone actually joins I'll be sure to respond.   Also, to avoid confusion I should have added that my bold text is description whereas my normal text is dialogue.

maybe you should sockpuppet, it's like a form of roleplaying.

So you're using sockpuppets to fill up a roleplay.

Roleplay within a roleplay.

Roleplay-ception.

or something.

OCC: Well then. Because I'm DESPERATE for some form of roleplaying, I'm going to pretend you said that in character. xD

The knight, that was sir Fitzpatrick Lohan, had stood there for more than eleven months, locked away in his misery, refusing to shift from position. It was peculiar, really: why would death not greet him? Had his sins been so bad that not even death would welcome him into it's arms? He waited for almost a year, but still it wouldn't come, and his body became numbed and empty from its neglect. So when he heard the voice of someone, who was perhaps a mad man, he stood; he stared. He had staggered to his feet, using the dying tree to sustain his footing.

Good-sir, I'm afraid I don't understand. What is a "sock puppet?", and why should I role-play? You... you use strange words. Role-play-ception? I'm afraid you've gone mad! Or is it, rather, the other way round?

Oh, I'll make her mad if you know what I mean.

Fitzpatrick is alarmed

Who mad?! My wife? She's dead! Dead you... you...!!

Fitzpatrick takes a deep breath to contain himself. Then, he looks at Ankion dead in the eye.

Good-sir, that is not funny... Dead... all dead.