Talk:Uneasy Lies the Head/@comment-7706473-20131111142221/@comment-7706473-20131114071504

Nice avatar, Flaky - and how thematically appropriate, on both levels. :P Actually, I'm amazed I didn't see that connection coming from a mile away. As for my favorite character - oh, wait. My self-digression inhibitor just kicked in, wahaha!

Though history and folk history are my digression of choice, I think you did a good job of making Uneasy... the pasta do what Uneasy... the song did not, without getting lost or distracted. The blade-sharp focus of this tale was one of it's many charms. ;) I'm holding back a positive torrent of terrible knife/sword/metal puns here, so moving on -

Yeah, I think there is this, and Dusty's All in the Execution - those are the only two stories I know of featuring the Final Argument of Justice, and that is a crying shame. And more poignant still is how the final moments before the blade falls come into play; disfiguration, disgrace, and inability to even get a word in edgewise (I am so sorry) are all terrifying enough on their own.

Interesting that you ask how I'd rank it compared to other pastas you wrote - I don't do number scores, so hopefully more word-walls will suffice. ;) I'd say Uneasy is unique because it doesn't really feel like your standard fare. Usually you write either strong narrators, or characters who are relatable through how they are seen through our eyes - the eyes of the omniscient audience. That, and your forays into eerire and disturbing poetry are both what I think of when I think of 'that Flaky style'!

... Uneasy, though, feels different. It isn't entirely another lyric-pasta, or another poem, or a historical pasta. It reminds me a lot of unexplainable real life events - like when you find something written on the back of a brown paper bag, shoved into the used history textbook you bought. The mad scrawl of an oracle, perhaps... ;)

One thing is for sure - I'll be looking forward to each and every single one of those pastas to come, friend knife-mouse. You'lll have to keep them coming, or else I shall get sad and melancholic in this winter of discontent, and that would be tragic indeed! Until then - and if you want more lacking-in-lucidity rambles, just say the word.