Camelot

"More like Came-a-lot, am I right?"

Shakespeare snorts at his wordplay. Sadly, there was no one around to hear him. He stood in Knightware in the middle of a forest. The codpiece was hindering his Avonian junk, but it was alright, because sometimes that's just the way you got to swing. Stationary. Word.

Shakespeare began to explore the wooded land around him. Unarmed, he began to feel very ****, and sought to find a comfortable, safe place to rest for the coming night.