20 puffs of smoke.
Oh, for fuck's sake, Eden--
Right. Listen up, you lot.
I hope you all know that I would be a bloody awful Warden.
For one thing, I'm usually on the other side of the law. Putting me in charge of the coppers here would be a terrible conflict of interest. Not to get into any great detail here, but they don't call me Conjob just 'cos of my name, you know.
And I'm just a bit lacking in morals. I smoke, I drink, I gamble. I shag women and don't ring afterwards. I've been known to have it off with blokes, too, if I find 'em interesting enough, and not treat them any better than the birds.
Let's not forget that I'm a pretty normal human, as this place's standards go. Sure, I've got some magic. Yeah, most of my enemies are dead or worse. But so are most of my friends, and do you really want that happening to the whole fucking police department? Besides, I can take care of myself just fine, but putting the law enforcement of this entire mad City in the hands of a bloke with just a bit of magic to his name? Not the brightest of ideas.
I hate this fucking City.
[OOC: Strikes deleted. Watch John try to persuade people not to vote for him while revealing as little as possible about the exact nature of his past misdeeds--oh, and how squishy he actually is. D:]
Right. Listen up, you lot.
I hope you all know that I would be a bloody awful Warden.
For one thing, I'm usually on the other side of the law. Putting me in charge of the coppers here would be a terrible conflict of interest. Not to get into any great detail here, but they don't call me Conjob just 'cos of my name, you know.
And I'm just a bit lacking in morals. I smoke, I drink, I gamble. I shag women and don't ring afterwards. I've been known to have it off with blokes, too, if I find 'em interesting enough, and not treat them any better than the birds.
Let's not forget that I'm a pretty normal human, as this place's standards go. Sure, I've got some magic. Yeah, most of my enemies are dead or worse. But so are most of my friends, and do you really want that happening to the whole fucking police department? Besides, I can take care of myself just fine, but putting the law enforcement of this entire mad City in the hands of a bloke with just a bit of magic to his name? Not the brightest of ideas.
I hate this fucking City.
[OOC: Strikes deleted. Watch John try to persuade people not to vote for him while revealing as little as possible about the exact nature of his past misdeeds--oh, and how squishy he actually is. D:]