HogoBojo

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Dear [Applicant's Name] Josh, Thank you for taking the time to apply for a staff position on our Minecraft server. After reviewing your application, we have decided not to move forward with your candidacy. Our team values genuine and personal input when reviewing applications, as it helps us better understand each applicant's unique qualities and motivations. During the review process, it became evident that your application was generated using ChatGPT or a similar tool. While we appreciate your interest, we require all applications to be personally written to ensure authenticity and alignment with our community values. We encourage you to stay active in our community and consider reapplying in the future with a fully personalized application. Thank you again for your interest and support of our server. Best regards, [Your Name] HogoBojo [Server Team or Position] Community Administrator This response was:

"An excellent initiative indeed." Hogo Bojo would murmur to himself as he recieved word of such. "I just wish that they had talented smiths valued higher, alas..." He'd grumble as he wrote a letter to his dear friend Mika.

Why does Klog change his Orcish Clan at the drop of a hat?

Hogo joined his ancient elven friend as he laid back in his chair atop the mountain, lighting up a cigar as he took a large swig of carrion black.

Hogmund Jakob would sit beside his dearly departed Father, hugging him as the young princeling attempted to shake his Father in hopes that he would wake. "P-papej." He'd call out, tears streaming down his face as he realised that his Father was truly gone. Hogmund now would be quite distraught, losing both parents at a relatively young age. After some time grieving with the rest of his family, he would seek out Ser Joakim Colborn, someone he believed to be like a second Father.

"An unforeseen but welcomed development to be sure." Aelor Wynasul would comment, with a nod upon receiving a copy of the missive. "The light of Larihei truly does shine brightly upon The Silver Republic."

The aging Duke of Kvasz, Henrik-Otto Jakob Ludovar would let out a deep sigh as he heard the news. "This is horrible news, I do hope that none of the Kovachev family were home during this horrific blaze, or I hope that they got out safely." He'd murmur to himself as he started to draft a letter, offering relief support supplies to the new Baron.

Aelor Wynasul would carefully write the name of his preferred candidate on both of his vote slips, before submitting them into the ballot box. "An interesting election to be sure."

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DENIED. For more details and reasoning, contact me.

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