General Olaf: I know, I know. This all doesn't work on so many levels. You're thinking: this thing is broken. Well, I have a disclaimer for you all: look at the title. This is a confused story. I'm drawing strange obcure parallels. The characters understand what's happening to them some of the time, and not at all the rest of the time. Well, there's only one thing to do when your story has too many levels: add more. I'm taking over the narration of the story from now on. And the Narration Room just got dropped on the edge of the City-State's cultural radius.
Let me welcome our guest for tonight: Olaf.
Olaf (T): You've gone mad. You're going to destroy everything.
General Olaf: But actually, I don't care what this double of myself says. We only need him here for a couple of things. Look at the letter on top of Olaf's head.
Olaf (T): Yeah, you still haven't explained that one to me.
Why have I got a letter on top of my head?
General Olaf (S): Because things just got meta. The thing is, I... er... I'm being used, OK?
One of the most influential writers in the history of this language decided he wasn't done writing. The thing is, he's decided to use me as a vessel for his works, but I'm afraid his brain has deteriorated over the course of the last couple of hundred years.
S (General Olaf): Hey!
General Olaf (S): And he's decided one of his best known works needs rehashing.
S (General Olaf): Is anyone listening to me?
General Olaf (S): Oh, and he's a little bit addicted to Civ4.
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Rewards! (Yeah, Phoenix Cookies )
Who is General Olaf?
Who is Olaf?
Who are the old narrators?
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This wasn't the update I planned to do next. Pretty much everyone is in the next one, but I needed to explain things a bit first.