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Message received. Alerting the high council. Contacting Ravioli Prime. Waiting. Waiting. Connect.

Perhaps the Council was not High at all, and merely elected by popular vote rather than on the skills and competence of the applicants. Surely whoever wrote this was illiterate.

Or maybe it was called the High Council because they liked to smoke mushrooms. Or the one that wrote this smoked mushrooms. Or maybe both. Anyway, I was determinet to get the job.

I stared intently at the arch-mage while preparing my persuasion spell in one hand, trying not to think about Mushrooms. I once saw mushrooms which gave you wings. Stop thinking

about mushrooms! I scolded myself as I tried to concentrate on my persuasion spell, but alas, the image of multicoloured mushrooms wearing top-hats would not leave my mind.

Then a man whose eyes were the only thing visible behind the smoke told me my future was bright and airy all the way down. Cool, I thought to myself. I can see through the smoke. I

Ran into the cloud of smoke, towards the eyes. I suddenly reached the end of the path but I felt nothing but air under my feet... I was floating!

And there was the God I had imagined in my youth, beckoning me to my new home. I ran to her arms and in her embrace I lost all the bitterness I had collected during my crappy life.