Irus+1

media type="file" key="irus1.mp3" __** __** **Arnaeus:** As I, Arnaeus the beggar, wander down the streets of Ithaca, on my way to the house of the dead king Odysseus and my favorite begging spot, my eyes fall upon another of my profession, a beggar. What is he doing? That’s my spot he’s sitting at, in front of all of the rich suitors. It happens to be the spot every beggar dreams about, with its wealthy tenants leeching away the riches of the king’s house. Seeing this filth in my spot, I let curses fly off my tongue as I call, “Get off the porch you old goat, before I haul you off by the leg. Up with you, man, or before you know it we’ll be trading blows!” How that old bag of bones glares at me! It boils my blood to see such insolence. Infuriated, I let more abuse fly at that imposter, that smug thief. So I challenge him to a brawl, for he has usurped my rightful position as town beggar. As we trade insults, Antinous that pompous, but gloriously rich, suitor offers up a fat goat sausage to the winner of a fight between the two of us. __** **Arnaeus:** With all of my blood boiling I didn’t notice how dreadfully strong the old man looks as he readies for the fight. As my eyes fall upon him I quake with fear, for he had looked like one good punch would have finished him off until now. The suitors, already ecstatic, begin to whoop with astonishment and amusement and each of their cries begin to frighten me more and more every minute. “Look at the hams on the old-timer!” “Just under the rags!” they exclaim as fear grows in the pit of my stomach. Frightened by how things had taken a turn for the worse, I try to back down from the fight, an Idea not lacking in good, common sense in my opinion. The suitors, however, block my escape and threaten torture and slavery for me if they did not get their entertainment. More frightened of the suitors’ wrath than of my opponent’s bulging muscles, I step into the ring. Maybe I can still beat him I think halfheartedly as we begin to circle one-another. As I try to be optimistic, I begin to feverishly pray to gods that I will survive this encounter. Buckling under the pressure of the old man’s stare as he circles me, I throw a punch at him. Before it even connects, a huge, rock-like, fist slams into my jaw. __** **Arnaeus:** White flashes before my eyes as I reel in pain which then fades to red as I writhe on the ground cursing that beggar who did this to me, who killed me. Red then turns to black as I lose consciousness and everything else.
 * __ Sound Effect: Music
 * __ Sound Effect: Walking
 * __ Sound Effect: Sizzling
 * __ Sound Effect: Smashing Sound
 * __ Sound Effect: Music __**