SEVEN-EIGHT-NINE

Jun 23, 2009 22:05

Oho, little pawns, I do hope you've enjoyed your... Respite. There are just so many of you now, I'm starting to feel a little cramped.

I think it's time the fledglings left the nest, so to speak. Flap your little pink wrinkly wings and spread the good word. After all, this is hardly the only city in the world. I know the king wanted to keep you all - or rather, one of you in particular - to himself, but I am not so selfish. Those stylish little necklaces he and We've been handing out won't have that troublesome time limit on them anymore, so your apartments will still be yours after you take a nice, long vacation. Get some sun. Play some golf. Save some sick orphans. So go on, get out there!

But let's not lose our sense of community! We're like one big happy family, aren't we? And do you know what's important to keep families together? Communication! Some of you aren't being very nice to your brothers and sisters and cousins and deadbeat uncles and that strange woman with the very large glasses who appears at reunions though not a soul can remember her name.

So, while it may seem like tough love, I'm going to have to insist that you all be more open with each other. If you want to keep secrets, you can't share them with more than eight people. After that, you're just going to have to use the grapevine, like the petty, squabbling pack of teenagers that you are.

I can be.. Flexible on this, however. If you're up to something cute, I might let you have more than eight. But I really like eight. It's so much better than that awful seven.

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