Cheesewheel_1

Name: Taylor Woodrun Race: Halfling Mayor Vote: Mimosa Applefoot ( ) Xob Wobson ( ) Dolly Peregrin ( ) [!] This part of the ballot is left blank. Sheriff Vote: Breasal Nimblefoot ( ) Taylor Woodrun (x)

Name: Taylor Woodrun Race: Halfling What are you running for (mayor or sheriff)?: Sheriff Anything you'd like to add: No matter the cost, I will make sure that the Halfling people remain free.

Name: Taylor Woodrun Race (must be halfling 'er gnome!): Halfling Residence: Honeyhill Pick for Sheriff (pick one): [!] The section seems to be roughly scribbled over in frustration Pick for Mayor (pick one): Mimosa(X) Bill the Fox( )

The Ballot: ((MC Name: Cheesewheel_1)) Name: Taylor Woodrun Vote for Thain: King Cyris Collingwood (x) Lily Peregrin () Vote for Mayor: Mimosa Applefoot (x) Magnolia Fiddleberry () Vote for Sheriff: Breasal Nimblefoot () Hob the Beast Slayer (x)

The Ballot: ((MC Name: Cheesewheel_1)) Name: Taylor Woodrun Vote for Proposals: Proposal I (Hal’s Proposal) () Proposal II (Cyris’ Proposal) (x) Neither ()

Taylor Woodrun, celebrating this victory, begins writing a piece of music to keep the event in memoriam forever.

Taylor, finding the note in his aviary box, seems rather dumbfounded. "What the ****?-" He takes a moment to comprehend what he had just read. He then takes a breath, and crumples the letter. "If it's Iris' legacy on the line, I'll die if need be... Which I doubt I will, this is an old lady we're talking about, but regardless, it's time to get to work." The mischievous little Halfling would say, before wandering off to wherever he dwelled.

A certain crossdressing Halfling seems to be going ballistic, having read a certain missive. "Wooooooo! I'm no longer illegal in Haelun'or!" Taylor would exclaim, before reading the rest of the missive. "... A gay license? What the ****? I understand where they're coming from, elves can't do the children construction- I- er- mean production very well, but a license? Why? Just why? When would that be necessary? Just make them be able to prove that they're above 500 and then leave them be, no matter if they made children or not." Taylor would say, ending his ramble. He puts the missive somewhere and continues on with his day.

Taylor Woodrun would quietly sit in his burrow, just having received the news of Ruina's passing. "Ruina- Ruina you- you- this isn't surprising, but you-" Taylor would stammer, far too overwhelmed trying to comprehend yet another death of someone he cared for. "-I'll miss you Ruina. T- Time to just- I'm just- I'm just going to get high and try to forget that I exist. I can't- I just can't do this shit anymore." Taylor would say, grabbing probably way too much cactus green from one of his kitchen's cabinets and taking it to the other room.

Pretzel would be sitting in a hole in the ground quietly, a little home per say. He would be reading Basil's letter. Now practically ancient, he seems to recall what he and Basil did together the years prior. "So long, Pretzel's friend... It was great knowing you and causing mischief; remembering this makes Pretzel HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!" Pretzel would say, quickly reversing back to his state of what can only be described as "crack-rat."

Taylor would read through the missive, not missing a singular detail throughout. "How helpful, how very, very helpful..." Taylor would say to himself, grinning widely.

A rather insane Halfling comes stumbling onto one of these fliers. Reading it, he begins to look a bit paranoid. "T'is- Oi'un loike t'is. Ef sum'un comes t'a meh wih t'is, t'ey'un beh 'appeh, noeh t'ey 'un't t'ey 'un't! T'ey- T'ey call t'ese ramblin's 'truths' buh' t'ey all 'unneh con- control people loike pawns on'uh board! Loies ah say! L-Loies!" The crazed Halfling laughs maniacally, scampering off.

Pretzel sits by the gumball machine, chewing a mouth-full of gum. "Pretzel likes gum!" He announces out loud, continuing his gumball chewing.

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[!] Rufus comes stumbling along the way, before stopping in front of the notice board. He reads the missive, grumbling. "Mhm... Oi'd say goo' riddance if t-t'a peregrins lef'... Moinus Monkeh, o'course, e's'uh noice fell'eh." The wee man sighs a bit, thinking as he reads over the missive some more. "T'is'es bullshi' hones'leh, buh'uh'll miss James, despi'e all t'a prop'ahness an' t'a bullshi'. E'us noice t'a meh, an' e' di' waaaay more t'an t'a las' governement, soeh ah'un' say muh'o'bou' t'ah." Rufus stumbles his way along the road, saying on the way, "Buh' all t'is properness ****'s'whoi'uh oi'm on t'a Spoicy Shrimp int'ah'fir' place."