IN my teenage years, I attended a local boarding school that had a penchant for fostering competition among its students. We had inter-class, inter-form, inter-dorm, and inter-house competitions in everything, including singing and performing plays. One memory stands out in particular: In one of our many competitions, my class (or was it my house?) staged Raja Bersiong, the story of the Fanged King in 10th century Kedah who, after tasting blood in his food, became a cruel and authoritarian vampire.

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