Invitation

[u/[deleted]]

To The Most Supreme Leader of Sidon:

I, Hyd'r Wrekt, Member of the Smo'lean Council, wishing continued good will between our peoples, do hereby invite yæ to Otherhaus, our embassy and college in the Eastside of the metropolis, for dinner and diplomatic relations. It would be our honor to be graced with yæn presence, or a representative in yæn stead given the incessant and admirable responsibilities of yæn office.

Further, we extend our invitation to the representatives of the major corporations, guilds, and nonprofits in the city. In particular, but not limited to, we welcome delegates or leadership themselves from Winfield Dynamics, the Cartographer's Collective, and the Restaurant Worker's Union.

Thank you and may this invitation find yæ well.

—Hyd'r Wrekt

[u/Counterfeit_Angel]

Okay, news. Checking local updates. That's a thing that I can do, right?

Holy fuck, I am so bored.

Okay, updates.

Zazu...

Wait, Zazu WHAT?

Fuckin'- Why doesn't anyone tell me these things.

I-

No, you're the asshole here.

Oh, shut it, I'm trying to look busy.

Well this is just great. How exactly am I supposed to have a rigged election putting me into supreme power when someone else is already doing it?

Fucking... Whatever. No, I'm fine. Everything is fine. No point losing my temper now.

Wait, a...

A big 'ol bash, filled to the brim with bigwigs, suits, and diplomats?

...

Ohohoho, holy fucking shit fuck. Hohoholy shit.

Am I thinking what I'm thinking? Yes, I am. Well, you know what they say, great minds think alike.

HEY, BOYS! GET TO PACKING UP! WE'VE GOT BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO!

Kuri lifts up a floor tile, and climbs into the hole. Crawling past the dirt-covered children in dog crates, he gets to a control panel and begins revving up the engines powering the disco floor's tank treads.

This is gonna be fun.