Guardians and Wards
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Last published Sun, Jul 24, 2016
Elian Skarend-
Congratulations on your selection as a Guardian! We have observed your excess of joviality, and have decided to assign you to a Ward with an excess of disconsolateness
You are too meet with your Ward at 16:30 Mercanor time. They will be waiting for you in the second dimension- specifically, the Ebony Moon Cafe.
We wish you the best of luck in bringing this Ward back to normalcy.
Sincerely,
The department of Mental Balance
Nope. Still the same. I run my hand through my faded maroon hair, frustrated. Goodness, the one thing that was supposed to make me happy, to go back to being normal, and it gets screwed up. I snort. Excess of Joviality, my butt.
And yet the fact remains that I have to be a Guardian, at least until I can get reevaluated. This is probably going to end up really, really, badly.
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