Morgrim walks slowly down the lane this morning, seeking peace from the cruel and suspicious crowd. It seemed that no matter which way he went, north, south, east, west, or krumne, that he couldn't go anywhere where he could be alone. Leave us! No matter where he went, there was always someone tha would eye him down suspiciously as he passed. And that Captain_Frisk, gee, he was a stalker! Why does he hate Morgrim so much! What had Morgrim ever done to him!?!
Seeking refuge from Captain_Frisk and the rest, Morgrim headed to the forest. Wait, he couldn't! Galzria the tree stump was there, and he would stare Morgrim down with his stump eyes...if he did have eyes, which Morgrim doubted. And he had some question he wanted to ask the stump, anyway. As he approached the house of Galzria, he cautiously opened the eerily glowing door. Not hearin any noise, Morgrim entered. Once he saw th stump, a flood of question poured out. What are you? What is your role? Did the magician Robz change your role too? Why did you only speak in stumpese, except for the flavor paragraph? Realizing that his questiond were not being answered, he headed back to the town.
Morgrim knew who who was voting for. He ran to the poll, and when he arrived, scrawled the name on the paper.
Vote: Robz888