Word Thuggery

I think I'll do just a wee bitsy Anti-writing Storytime with Twisted Linguistics.

Roxan arrested this bunch today. It would be a shame to let them go to waste.



Abart was the leader and
orriginal
purpatrator
of a roving gang of
Druigs
in the town of
Clossed.
Had they known how to spell, they'd have been waving wicker baskets over big fires and such but, alas, they were
ilterate - and so Druigs they were. Had it been another time and another place, Abart might have ridden into town on a big horse with guns blazing but he didn't get out much -- and had little imagination. And so, they mainly just laid around the purpa tera under the influence of druigs, wrote poetry with bad ilteration, and thought up new ways to terrorize the countryside.

Abart sported a
swtsika
tattoo and used it to intimidate new members into his gang
derectly
through deciept.
He also learned how to con them into signing clossed, woefully decieptful contracts for their rhymes with a reprehensible printer. He would then make his druigic thugs scam the public into buying derectly through the gang at obscene prices. Picture the
contriquing
imagry of that if you dare.