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Good people, gentle creatures, and tender flowers, the end of our beautiful two-week celebration is almost, but not quite at hand.
Your Queen loves more than anything else to entertain her people, and up until several days ago, I'd completely forgotten about the concept of a nice game. But thanks to the most peculiar kitty reminding me, I do think that there would be no better way than to end the festivities with a game!
Games are so lovely, and while I do love croquet, I've been thinking that it was about time we had a game for everyone to participate in. Participation is not required, by any means, because you cannot force fun, as it were. But anyone caught trying to r u i n my game will face penalties of the highest order.
What is this game, you may ask?
Why, it's a Scavenger Hunt!
Though in this particular case, I do think Oyster Hunt is more appropriate of a term. You see, I think there is some real fun to be gained from trying to rid my beautiful land of the Oyster infestation that seems to have come upon it so very rapidly.
So. You kind, gentle folk, are going to be plucking those little Oysters up, and bringing them straight to me. But not for naught.
There's many a wonderful prize to be had for delivering a live Oyster. Money, status, slaves, whatever your little hearts could possibly desire. If you bring me an Oyster, it shall be yours.
Anyone trying to ruin, cheat, or lie during the course of this game will be eliminated, and I needn't say more.
Now, who wants to play?