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I awoke to whispers in the corridor outside my room. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying but I could hear a woman and a man trading threats. I slowly rose and slipped into my trousers, buttoned up my shirt and tugged at my leather vest, them things never sit right. I picked up the 'Lion Rampant' and tucked into my belt, face wretched as I sloshed back the Jura, I winced and cleared my throat. With my satchel and rifle I stumbled out the room and downstairs into the lobby.

Just remembered where I am, some of the Mibbit squadron were bickering over who had the largest penis whilst those watching were choking on their own corrupt tongue, sniggering behind their backs.
And so I swaggered over to the bar and ordered a roll with egg and slice. ChewChewShoe came up to me with his dirty grin and the stench of pig's arse, asked if I were joining in on the skirmish with them today. Dirtylittlepuppy hovered behind him, luring at me with his small eyes, spat on the floor and wiped his snot on his sleeve. I'll pass on that one pal, I've got important things to attend to. I brushed pass them, knocking dlp's shoulder.

As I reached outside I caught a glimpse of the blue sky above, it's different now, the air felt clean and smelled of roast pork and ale. I continued up the road to a post office, I asked for a courier to hand a message to Rathena Gelc requesting help in the research of various political idols. I gave the lad a couple of coins and he was on his way.



The sky had greyed over by now, the roads chock full of muddy puddles and screaming babies as it started a heavy drizzle. I pulled my hood up and headed for the coach house, to eLondon I asked.

eLondon had been liberated through the early hours of the morning, I had to take my findings to the Royal Press House to speak with an editor, what I had found wouldn't be enough to persuade a dog let alone the nation.

After a couple of hours of listening to trash talk and trolling I arrived in the city of eels and cockles. Had quite a distasteful stench to it too.

There were citizens celebrating the liberation of their city. eNorwich had succeeded as the countries capital, the streets were sword fighting with foul words that eLondon should remain the capital of an empire long gone.

eLondon, the home of corrupt, draconian and gnarly maggoty politics. Don't you just love it. For the less privileged, this is the place where the definition of good morality is rotten bread thrown into the crowd of hungry urchins below you. Coincidentally, good mortality is when you order your headstone as soon as your balls drop, by then you'll be grateful you are thrown a rifle and helmet.

I did what I had to do in the press house and made my way to the closest TUP tavern, I grabbed an ale and a funny little book, titled "How to become an outstanding citizen".. I read the first few lines and threw into the fire, who writes this drivel.


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