[ WP ] You 've been tracking this beast for several weeks and you 've finally caught up with it . You slowly approach as you draw your sword . You laugh . Surely this ca n't be the creature that killed all those people . Unfortunately for you , it is , and it heard you laughing .

His laughter had rung out from atop the mountain, producing an echoing chorus of chortles that tickled the ears from every angle. But Sir Night wasn ’ t laughing anymore. 
 
 The legendary beast stood before him, and as the sound of laughter continued to reverberate around him, his feelings of regret and the trembling of the sword in his hands increased exponentially. The very instant that he let out the slightest chuckle, that he did what he was explicitly told not to do, he sealed his fate. 
 
 *The Laughing Crow is truly a remarkable beast. * 
 
 In the midst of terror, Sir Night thought back to when he sought the wisdom and permission of the council of elders. They alone among those within the district of Lynnsong presided over the hunt for the creature. Only they were to have knowledge of the creature and its whereabouts, lest some amateur knight try to slay the monster and kill hundreds in the process. It was only with the counsel ’ s blessing and guidance that he, and countless martyrs before him, could take up the task of conquering the beast. 
 
 *Whatever you do, you must not laugh. If you laugh, you will bring about his true form and your death. * 
 
 But that was impossible. And he realized that no one who laughed had lived to tell otherwise. 
 
 While there was nothing humorous about the once small crow, the second he and the crow made eye contact, his body betrayed him. In that instant, he was not able to fight the laughter nor prevent it. And he hadn ’ t the slightest idea why. 
 
 The Laughing Crow had grown in size by nearly 100 times, and a seething, violent rage seemed to ooze from it, permeating the atmosphere and sending a shiver up Sir Night ’ s spine. It spread its wings and let out a terrible, rupturing cry, blocking out any sunlight and remaining laughter. Sir Night closed his eyes, bracing himself for what was about to happen. Standing there, eyes shut tight and body quaking, he heard the beast moving towards him. 
 
 *In my last moments, there ’ s nothing but darkness. Just the cry of the beast who will conquer me. * 
 
 *True, terrible terror. I've never felt anything like this before. How could anyone conquer something like this? That ’ s…insanity. * 
 
 At the realization of his own helplessness and the absurdity of his own demise, he lost control of his mental capacities. In the face of utter despair, he began to laugh, and he couldn ’ t stop. 
 
 Suddenly, the sounds of the The Laughing Crow ’ s cry came to a halt. Sir Night could no longer hear the beast approaching him, but he remained there with his eyes closed for several minutes, not daring to move an inch. 
 
 Eventually, he opened his eyes. Where The Laughing Crow had stood, murderous and hateful, was the small black crow he first met on the mountain top. While he was both amazed and confused, what he felt most was how undeserving he was of his own victory. Sir Night failed to understand exactly how he had come to conquer the creature, and after doing away with the crow, one thing became abundantly clear to him. 
 
 *As a knight, I will never be truly victorious... until I'm able to laugh in the face of fear. * 
 
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