*a murmuring crowd gathered around the brave peasant*
How long could he speak before the guards came? Moreover, what was he to say?
"Many a forum has taken upon themselves a most deadly task. This quest, oft attempted and seldom completed, would, upon victory, earn this forum glories unspoken and unimaginable. So comrades!"
He spoke louder as armored faceless men scrambled onto the podium...
"WE SHALL COUNT! TO! ONE! MILLION!"
He was gagged and dragged away to nowhere known, never to be seen or see light again. The crowd was silent.
Minutes passed.
Finally, a scruffy old man, heartened by the brave soul, scrambled atop the podium.
"In the name of the gaming highway," he began, "one."
Do not let the fire die, comrades! For it has been spoken!