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Apologies My Queen for not bringing you a lot of Oysters so far. I have tried and while I have found the five I have brought you they seem to have become a lot better at hiding. I shall continue to search and bring them to you though, no matter what occurs.
February 2nd, 2013
January 31st, 2013
Dear People,
While I did have my predictions that I would be bathing in Oyster blood by this time, it appears as if you may need more time.
In which case, the Oyster Hunt is now indefinite, and it now comes with a penalty for not playing the way I want you to. So, for every additional three days that this game continues that I do not have one of their pretty little heads on my mantel, I'll be taking one of yours.
Don't fret, loyal subjects. If you're playing the game already, you're exempt from this weekly drawing. But if you aren't, or have been remaining stationary while I've given you such a fun game to play, you are putting yourselves on a line which I do not think you want to cross.
Are you playing or aren't you? And do feel free to tell me how you feel on the matter. Not that I care.
Oh, and whoever killed my pretty hearts can rest assured that they'll meet the same fate. It's no matter.
- HRH QVRH
While I did have my predictions that I would be bathing in Oyster blood by this time, it appears as if you may need more time.
In which case, the Oyster Hunt is now indefinite, and it now comes with a penalty for not playing the way I want you to. So, for every additional three days that this game continues that I do not have one of their pretty little heads on my mantel, I'll be taking one of yours.
Don't fret, loyal subjects. If you're playing the game already, you're exempt from this weekly drawing. But if you aren't, or have been remaining stationary while I've given you such a fun game to play, you are putting yourselves on a line which I do not think you want to cross.
Are you playing or aren't you? And do feel free to tell me how you feel on the matter. Not that I care.
Oh, and whoever killed my pretty hearts can rest assured that they'll meet the same fate. It's no matter.
- HRH QVRH
January 25th, 2013
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?
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?
January 21st, 2013
Where is Lory when I need him? No Rory, his name is Rory. Lory, Rory, they're all the same. Now where is he?! Stupid boy is always disappearing when I need him.
Oh I sent him out on an errand that's why. Never mind.
I have far to much to do today, as always. Always in a hurry to get everything done.
Oh I sent him out on an errand that's why. Never mind.
I have far to much to do today, as always. Always in a hurry to get everything done.