. .One night, you find yourself having a rather peculiar dream. . ===================================
=================================== . .Once you awaken, you find the rather catchy tune stuck in your head quite well- And later that day, you come across a flier. -==-{[!]}-==- 𝖄𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖚𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖊'𝖘 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔐𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔠𝔢 ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔄𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 -==-===-==- Are YOU called a 'danger', an 'idiot', or perhaps an 'irresponsible individual' by your peers? PERHAPS you've been dubbed a 'threat to society' or a 'miraculously foolish person'? MAYBE. . You've even been called. . 'a menace'? ARE YOU COMPLETELY AWARE THAT ALL OF THE ABOVE IS TRUE ABOUT YOU? Well then my good soon-to-be companion, I have moderately okay news for you. There is a place you can turn to. I am Ynathdur the Archmage, and I am glad to be the head of the Y.M.C.A- The Young Menace's Contact Association. A terribly uncoordinated flock of mages, madmen, and individuals not accepted into regular society; now bringing in interested young folks to raise up to be ostracized tower-dwelling magic-users. . Just as the gods intended.
IF YOU ARE AN INTERESTED YOUNGLING, SOCIETAL MENACE, OR GENERAL ARCANE NUISANCE WANNA-BE;
CONTACT YNATHDUR THE ARCHMAGE* TODAY AND JOIN THE RANKS OF THE Y.M.C.A!
*You can send word via bird, courier, or arcane means of transference.
=================================== . .What a peculiar set of happenings. Surely, the similarities in the dream and the flier were a mere coincidence?