The King of Icemere was a cranky old bastard who imagined plots where none existed and drove everyone around him into rebellion. As far as you can tell, that's the truth. You're not sure that's going to make anyone appreciate this more.
With a sigh, you set to work. It's not going to be easy. You try to dismiss all thoughts of who you're going to offend, or whether you'll end up writing a play that's so terrible you'll be lucky to find work once it sees the light of day.
Three weeks later, you have a script. The King of Icemere is a bitter old man who has let age and failing reason turn him against everyone who loves him. Well-staged, it'll make audiences mourn the ravages of age and despair.
It's time to show it to Nichol. With the trepidation it deserves, you drop off a fair copy and come back the next day to discuss it with him.
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