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i hereby claim all of that as my rightful territory

Dirk Novokain would think this is the perfect time to help teach his son, Landon, to write. He therefore asks him to write the letter for him, after a few days of Landon tirelessly attempting to write a letter would be sent back. ... It's a happy face accompanied by the text, "Yes!"

Dirk cries a single manly tear at the news of the death of his mother-in-law.

Dirk Novokain innerly hopes the bounty is for Joor.

Somewhere far away, Dirk sighs that he won't be able to attend.

Dirk Novokain scans the city from atop the wall after reading the letter, "Who am I going to talk to about dad-things now?" He immedieately after slides down the wall and goes on the look for Neero.

Dirk Novokan questions his friendship with this person.

((Mc Name: GusanoArentonio )) Name: Fritz Arthur Novokain Age: 48 Profession: (IRP) Soldier and sailor. (NEXUS) Every up to adept. Speech: Wow. Whoa. That is some group of people. Thousands. So nice, thank you very much. That’s really nice. Thank you. It’s great to be at Felsen Square. It’s great to be in a wonderful city, Felsen. And it’s an honor to have everybody here. This is beyond anybody’s expectations. There’s been no crowd like this. And, I can tell, some of the candidates, they went in. They didn’t know the air-conditioner didn’t work. They sweated like dogs. They didn’t know the room was too big, because they didn’t have anybody there. How are they going to beat the Axis? I don’t think it’s gonna happen. Our country is in serious trouble. We don’t have victories anymore. We used to have victories, but we don’t have them. When was the last time anybody saw us beating, let’s say, the Dreadlands in a warclaim? They kill us. I beat the Dreadlands all the time. All the time. When did we beat the Stauntons at anything? They send their refugees over by the millions, and what do we do? When was the last time you saw a refugee in Courland? It doesn’t exist, folks. They beat us all the time. When do we beat Vandoria at the border? They’re laughing at us, at our stupidity. And now they are beating us economically. They are not our friend, believe me. But they’re killing us economically. The Orenian Empire has become a dumping ground for everybody else’s problems. Thank you. It’s true, and these are the best and the finest. When Vandoria sends its people, they’re not sending their best. They’re not sending you. They’re not sending you. They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people. But I speak to Felsen guards and they tell us what we’re getting. And it only makes common sense. It only makes common sense. They’re sending us not the right people. It’s coming from more than Vandoria. It’s coming from all over Courland and the Dreadlands, and it’s coming probably — probably — from the Elves. But we don’t know. Because we have no protection and we have no competence, we don’t know what’s happening. And it’s got to stop and it’s got to stop fast.

Hey! That's mildly adequate.

Is death a valid option?

Dirk Novokain puts the letter away and starts tickling Tepah's stomach.

7/propaganda

Dirk Novokain tilts his head, "Just... why?"

"Is that the Dragon I just fired shittons of arrows at by Aethermoor?" Dirk Novokain says while twirling his hair around.

"Smells like halfling stew." Dirk Novokain says.

Hmm? What would you charge for a commission or two?