Holdup While Shopping Set

I narrate, direct and play the piano.  I can't, however, carry off a moustache such as yours no matter how hard I try.

I don't know if you have had the pleasure of meeting King Herod yet.  But he seems to think my narration style is narcissistic.  He's wrong.  But I am open minded to pointers.  We could do some role playing here and maybe our roommates could give constructive criticism.  

Once upon a time, in the lush green landscapes of the British Isles, there lived a legendary figure known as the British Gilgamesh. Her name echoed through the valleys and over the rolling hills, spoken in hushed tones by those who believed in his existence.



Born of ancient lineage, Gilgamesh was said to possess extraordinary strength and wisdom, much like her Mesopotamian namesake. But unlike the original Gilgamesh, this British hero's adventures were shrouded in the mists of time and folklore.



It was said that Gilgamesh embarked on a quest to seek the fabled Fountain of Youth hidden deep within the verdant forests of England. Armed with a mighty sword passed down through generations, she journeyed through the dense woodlands, facing trials and tribulations along the way.



On her journey, Gilgamesh encountered mystical creatures of Celtic lore – from mischievous fairies dancing under the moonlight to fierce dragons guarding ancient treasures. Each encounter tested her courage and resolve, but she pressed on, fueled by the promise of eternal life that the Fountain of Youth held.



Guided by the wisdom of druids and seers, Gilgamesh traversed treacherous terrains and crossed turbulent rivers until she finally reached the heart of the forest where the fountain lay hidden. There, amidst the whispering trees and the songs of birds, she beheld the shimmering waters of the fountain, guarded by a fierce guardian serpent.



Undeterred, Gilgamesh drew her sword and faced the serpent in a fierce battle that shook the very foundations of the earth. With a final, mighty blow, she vanquished the creature and approached the fountain, its waters glowing with an otherworldly light.



But as Gilgamesh reached out to drink from the fountain, she hesitated. For in that moment, she realized that the true essence of life lay not in immortality but in the fleeting beauty of each passing moment, in the bonds of friendship and love, and in the memories that lingered long after one's time had passed.



With a solemn smile, Gilgamesh turned away from the fountain, leaving its waters untouched. She returned to her homeland, where her tales became the stuff of legend, inspiring generations to come to embrace the journey of life with all its joys and sorrows.



And so, the legend of the British Gilgamesh lived on, a timeless reminder of the power of the human spirit and the enduring quest for meaning and purpose in the world.

In the story I told, only Herod is the king. And he will not let you forget it.