Twas a bright, blistering day in the dry deserts of Akrar. I journeyed two weeks to arrive just in time for a comedic presentation by a man named ChrisThunderfart; one of great talent whom the locals rumored could make a camel laugh to its knees.
As I arrived at my destination in the great City State of Akrar, I took a seat among a great audience who had convened from all walks of life, across all over the world to be enchanted by Chris, the greatest orator of our lives.
As Chris took the stage I rested my body. I prepared myself for the evening to come, taking a sip of my non-alcoholic Mojang-approved brew, and relaxed into my most comfortable position.
My eyes follow Chris as he approached the stand, his presence commanded the attention of everyone. The event fell into an orderly silence as he cleared his throat and uttered the first of many jokes in the evening to come:
"What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!"
...I would have been brought to tears, if it weren't for a scoundrel named 20v1 who burst fourth through the crowd, wielding a sabre that glistened in the sunlight for all attendees to see.
It all happened so fast. I sat paralyzed in my chair, unable to speak or move as I witnessed the slaughter of our generations greatest comedian - his life vanquished in an instant.
For many moments later, I was frozen and unable to act. By the time I regained my senses, the barberous traitors of mankind had moved outside the gates of Akrar into the open desert.
A battle was taking place between the noble peaceful citizens of Akrar and the hooligans. I cast all my doubts into the sand below me as I raised my sword, and made haste to bring peace to the land of Akrar!
Within the minute, I assisted the Akrarians in defeating the wretched beast of a man named 20v1. His blood forever enshrined on my sword of justice. I know little of what happened next... but I know forevermore the final joke of the late ChrisThunderfart will be remembered for generations.