Also, I call your attention to the fact that the territory is called "Alraziah-le-Fethynauri’in-ebu-Korfiamminettash" ...
This (joke?) is lost on me.
Still don't get it. But thanks for posting the map; I've got a game of Fantasy Geography going on at another board, and this gives me some more places to use.
Dear god, has it really reached the stage where the genre is so unbelievably broken, that "Alraziah-le-Fethynauri’in-ebu-Korfiamminettash" doesn't seem ridiculous enough to be a joke? Really? Alright, this is a genre where a hero's titles can fill a paragraph without it being parodic, but
come on.
I've read the story before, and the first time I hadn't really encountered the "bodice-ripper" genre, so it fell a little flat. This time I actually started cracking up on the train. But I will admit that if it had gone on for two minutes longer I'd probably have contracted diabetes.
There does seem to be a chronic combination of "don't mock my genre" and "ooooh, it's supposed to be a
joke" going around. I mean, this is a story where halfway through, we watch the heroine's reactions flick between lust and violence like a schizophrenic pendulum on hormone replacement therapy. "She'd kick him in the shins" for god's sake.
For me, this is so bad it's funny. Which is entirely the point.