Monte Cristo is the story of a man who is wrongfully imprisoned, his later escape, his rise into fortune, and his ultimate goal of revenge against those who framed him.
You should watch the 1934 film by the same name. [Since films were preferred.] The only downside is the ending is not the same. It isn't enjoyable unless you experience yourself.
[Damian, please read something normal.]
On the other hand, I can tell you stories from Nights. But I will only tell you one a week.
[Damian nods, finding this acceptable. BS, please, revenge is the best?]
The first story begins in Baghdad. A poor man called Hindbad the Porter stops to rest on a bench outside of a rich merchant's house because he's tired. Inside, he can hear people singing and enjoying themselves; he can smell savory food; and he can see a brilliant garden.
So he goes to the door and asks a servant to who the house belongs. He is told the house belongs to the famous Sindbad the Sailor--how could he not know Sindbad? Hindbad begins to bemoan his lowly status, even stomping his feet. How unfair it is some people have so much while he has so little, while he has worked so hard. Not like Sindbad who has been given everything, who has so much money.
The servant invites Hindbad inside the house to meet the master, Sindbad. But seeing so much glamour and respect in Sindbad's study, the porter becomes humble and apologizes for his outburst. Sindbad tells Hindbad he understands, and he earned these riches through toil and danger. Sindbad says he will tell the porter about his seven voyages. Curious, the porter sat down to listen.
[revenge is not the best. please do not, small bat child.
they listen intently to the story as he speaks; even without a face, it isn't difficult to get the impression when they rest their elbows on the desk too, leaning forward just slightly. but when he stops, their head cants to the side.]
...good that he apologized. Also good that all was not simply given.
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[horror movies are a yes, but classics less so, it seems.]
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You should watch the 1934 film by the same name. [Since films were preferred.] The only downside is the ending is not the same. It isn't enjoyable unless you experience yourself.
[Damian, please read something normal.]
On the other hand, I can tell you stories from Nights. But I will only tell you one a week.
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[they fold their hands on their desk, and he may get the impression they're watching curiously despite their lack of a face.]
...one story a week is acceptable, too.
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The first story begins in Baghdad. A poor man called Hindbad the Porter stops to rest on a bench outside of a rich merchant's house because he's tired. Inside, he can hear people singing and enjoying themselves; he can smell savory food; and he can see a brilliant garden.
So he goes to the door and asks a servant to who the house belongs. He is told the house belongs to the famous Sindbad the Sailor--how could he not know Sindbad? Hindbad begins to bemoan his lowly status, even stomping his feet. How unfair it is some people have so much while he has so little, while he has worked so hard. Not like Sindbad who has been given everything, who has so much money.
The servant invites Hindbad inside the house to meet the master, Sindbad. But seeing so much glamour and respect in Sindbad's study, the porter becomes humble and apologizes for his outburst. Sindbad tells Hindbad he understands, and he earned these riches through toil and danger. Sindbad says he will tell the porter about his seven voyages. Curious, the porter sat down to listen.
[Damian stops, and doesn't go on.]
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they listen intently to the story as he speaks; even without a face, it isn't difficult to get the impression when they rest their elbows on the desk too, leaning forward just slightly. but when he stops, their head cants to the side.]
...good that he apologized. Also good that all was not simply given.
[they approve of these, so far.]
What of voyages?
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There are seven of them. I'll tell you one at the end of each week, if I'm alive. Every Sunday. Does that work with your schedule?
I'll tell you his first voyage next Sunday.
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[they nod, firmly.]
Look forward to hearing them, while you are here.
[they remain silent for one moment, but then they add, in what is probably an attempt at a joke:]
May slow down work on travel mishap to finish stories first.
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[Black Shadows' jokes aaaaa..........]
If you try not to keep us too long, I will tell you any I haven't before I leave. On my word.