So I'm in some new town. As I've arrived the casualty rates have already gone up by about 5%. I'll definitely need to keep moving. But for now, I figured I'd share more about my adventures in not being brutally murdered.
I'm almost certain I saw that woman with claws again. She had wings and a light blue dress. I could almost swear she looked angry at me for some reason. Also, I had to fight off a Showgirl today.
Oh, I don't mean those Vegas showgirls, the ones that exist entirely on their sex appeal. I'm talking the soldiers of the Wheel. They specifically work to kill people the Wheel doesn't like. Surprisingly, it's the Floor Managers that handle the diplomacy stuff.
Also, I've discovered recently that people've been taking to calling the Wheel of Fortune the House of Fortune? Well, I must say that it probably works in regards to not making it sound like a tarot card is out to murder you, which is a good thing to have when you're trying to not seem insane.
Right, I need to get moving. According to the news that accidental death percentage just increased to 6%. Stay tuned, folks.
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