We cheered with more vigor and more volume then any other group in the hall, yet the Red Knight was still vanquished. Sure, I understand that the outcome of the event is scripted ahead of time, but shouldn't we get a better show in return for being an excited audience?
And to lose to that arrogant Green Night...such shame.
Bah upon Medieval Times and their two free flagons of Pepsi. Admission is fifty dollars and they don't offer a single drop of free ale. I did not realize that Pepsi was the drink of Kings in days of yore. Somehow, I doubt that any feudalist of merit would be caught dead serving Pepsi to his honored guests.
The food was average, but adequate. Half a chicken, half a potato, and for some bizarre reason...a single pork rib. I don't eat pork, so I passed mine off to another patron who heartily grubbed it down.
When the master of ceremonies came to our name in the post-combat announcements, he encouraged the audience to boo us. I assume he disapproved of our group name (Smash Your Face), I disapproved of his existence.
We easily drowned out any potential boos from the audience.
After praising the show we just witnessed (so modest), he beckoned us to the gift shop to waste more of our hard earned cash, presumably to fill the king's vast coffers. Is there no end to this tyranny?
We found the miraculously resurrected Red Knight having a drink at the bar outside the arena. He offered no excuse for his loss, and even less shame for his defeat.
In conclusion: Medieval Times was over-priced, short and largely disappointing, but all the yelling and rowdy smart-aleckery was worth it in the end.
