Bramblebury Stands Strong!

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

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[!] You find a halfling propaganda leaflet jammed into your mailbox. The poor thing's nearly overflowing with all the mail crammed into it these days.

BRAMBLEBURY STANDS STRONG!

~Our GLORIOUS ELDERS keeping watch over the fields!~

Bramblebury, the home of us wee folks, has been attacked by a vile force of biggun darkness! Our fields, the grand displays of halfling wealth and prosperity, were attacked by a big, smelly, hairy biggu! (or so me sources claim)! This biggun threat, however, was no match for our halfling wits! The biggun, upon damaging our fields, gave us an opportunity to strike back! Proud and brave halflings, in defense of their village and the halfling ways of life, rang the bell to alert the others of the attack! The foul biggun then ran after they realized their plot was foiled! Despite being much larger than us halfling folks, the bigguns are unable to hinder us! Our farmers shall continue farming, our bakers shall continue baking, and our wise Elders shall still watch over all the village! Biggun thieves, scoundrels, arsonists, and murderers are no threat to the land of PEACE, PROSPERITY, and DILLIGENCE!

~Elders stand watch over the fields!~

Bramblebury shall forever prosper!

 

~Filibert Applefoot,

writing for the halfling department of moderately incorrect information

[HalflingPrincess 411]

"Good lord... and they say MY writing is obnoxious?!"

[__Clocky 770]

James Peregrin opens his mailbox, taking a peek at the letters as his eyes find his way to the propaganda poster. He reads over it, nodding with approval. Grasping the paper in his hands, he tosses it into the air with a sense of pride in Bramblebury! "Long leev teh 'alflin' race! Waeh be''ah t'an t'a' Goodbarrel s'i'e wroi'in'." He would say, and with that, he ambled back into his burrow.