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Oh gods, how do you use this thing?
Right.
Today has been, as Captain Carrot puts it, fun.
Speaking of Carrot, his report still hasn't been handed in and this is singularly uncharacteristic.
The Patrician has threatened a meeting to talk about how the population is dealing with the little buggers, and I don't think he's going to be impressed with the results. He's going to go all sarcastic on me, I just know it.
The zombies don't seem to be effected, the rest of the undead don't care, the dwarfs are threatening to decapitate (or at least de-kneecap) the alchemists guild unless they pay for what had previously been their mining tools, and the trolls just haven't noticed.
It's the humans that are the problem.
Mr Slant is as happy as Nobby is in a dressmakers (too happy? Investigate possible links to alchemists guild), There's been a riot already over in Nosuch street, the Assassins Guild has been painted in pink and green strips, Mr De Worde wants his A blocks back, whatever they are, the wizards are being as useful as a chocolate teapot and Sybil still insists that I attend Lord Scrimjaws wife's garden party.
And it's only 9 o'clock.
P.S. We're still low on staff. Where the hell is everyone?
Right.
Today has been, as Captain Carrot puts it, fun.
Speaking of Carrot, his report still hasn't been handed in and this is singularly uncharacteristic.
The Patrician has threatened a meeting to talk about how the population is dealing with the little buggers, and I don't think he's going to be impressed with the results. He's going to go all sarcastic on me, I just know it.
The zombies don't seem to be effected, the rest of the undead don't care, the dwarfs are threatening to decapitate (or at least de-kneecap) the alchemists guild unless they pay for what had previously been their mining tools, and the trolls just haven't noticed.
It's the humans that are the problem.
Mr Slant is as happy as Nobby is in a dressmakers (too happy? Investigate possible links to alchemists guild), There's been a riot already over in Nosuch street, the Assassins Guild has been painted in pink and green strips, Mr De Worde wants his A blocks back, whatever they are, the wizards are being as useful as a chocolate teapot and Sybil still insists that I attend Lord Scrimjaws wife's garden party.
And it's only 9 o'clock.
P.S. We're still low on staff. Where the hell is everyone?