XVI

Torundel didn't give a shit. But the Count did. As much as he'd hated the shitposts in the beginning, the Count was now bathing in the bliss of the idolatry he'd been subject too since his identity was leaked by his scholars.

He enjoyed it, but he didn't understand it.

One day the Count said, ‘Isn't it really rather base - mocking a person with sentences of genitalia and bodily fluids? Look! My scoundrel opponent writes, “ … crawling through the hairy hedge of mother's cunt: the greatest thing you ever did. All you did hereafter was only ever shit!” It's distasteful! You said yourself rhyming was ignoble!’

The silence of the scholars made the Count stop… and blush. The archivist who had spoken to Torundel weeks earlier and was now his greatest admirer, said in a harsh tone: ‘breaking rules, milord, is considered manly – daring – They just has to be broken in the right place at the right time.’

The Count furiously turned to Torundel stammering in his effort to say something nasty. ‘You are invited to my Isolexit ball as a thank you for your… poetry. But you need to buy a wife. Bachelors are not allowed.’

The Count obviously tried to humiliate him.

Torundel didn't give a shit.

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Torundel the Shitposter! part XVI

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