01/02. a questionable sense of humor.
Before any of these disastrous curses that I've been hearing so much about hit, I really ought to find a job.
[The text that follows is one part job application, one part test of the deities' reactions, and one part terrible joke. Enjoy.]
I worked for the British Foreign Ministry in my world--that means I'm a diplomat. I'm not terribly sure how to apply those skills to such an insular world, but someone suggested that I work at the Deities' Office. I think that's a fine idea. Judging by the people I've spoken to, the deities really have very little goodwill in this City. Why not open a public relations office? I'll offer my services in setting it up.
[OOC: the horror spawned by this thread.]
[The text that follows is one part job application, one part test of the deities' reactions, and one part terrible joke. Enjoy.]
I worked for the British Foreign Ministry in my world--that means I'm a diplomat. I'm not terribly sure how to apply those skills to such an insular world, but someone suggested that I work at the Deities' Office. I think that's a fine idea. Judging by the people I've spoken to, the deities really have very little goodwill in this City. Why not open a public relations office? I'll offer my services in setting it up.
[OOC: the horror spawned by this thread.]