THE GAMER'S CAMPAIGN

[Le_Psit 405]

Across Honeyhill and in your aviary
a note would be found.
"Tae ma fellow 'Alfin' kin an' our frien's t'e Gnomes
A am still runnin' fer t'e posi'ion o' S'eriff.
A 'ave done as muc' as A could tae 'elp t'e village
an' A will always do so, A wan' t'e bes' fer our communi'y.
As suc' in a couple o' days from noo
A will give a public speec' abou' w'y ya s'ould vo'e fer me.
A will also answer tae any ques'ions ya may 'ave
abou' 'ow A will deal wit' crimes an' wron'doin's.
As well as answerin' any ot'er ques'ions ya may 'ave
abou' ot'er ma'ers or even personal t'in's.
T'a' will be all fer noo, as always 'ave a grea' day
an' A'll see ya in ma speec'."
-Yars truly Breasal Nimblefoot, yar lovable Rogue

(OOC: This small event will take place in the theater
this Sunday[October 2nd] 5pm EST/10pm GMT)

[Britannicvs 2508]

"Eh?" Hal Applefoot raised a brow at the apparent nonsense. "Breasel runnin fer Sherrif? Interestin'." He noted.

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

"T'is ah shame oi'll beh much ter buseh wif t'a fields ter go ter t'is mee'in' o' yars, Breasal, bu' oi'll beh t'ere 'n Spiri'!" says Mimosa Applefoot as she picks out a particularly plump pumpkin from the top of her burrow.

~It seems to be pumpkin season~