Good evening, everyone. I'm Ted, running for Everglade Guardian. I'll be swift and tell you why, and what you're in for with me. There are three goals I'm after.

Entertainment. As one acquaintance confided in me, the candidates last election were terribly boring. As Kierkegaard said, boredom is the root of all evil, and we can't have that, can we? This boredom was allegedly so severe that he left off voting entirely. Impressive when you consider that your devices will hound you all, loudly and relentlessly for a week should you refuse to participate. Suppose he had to do without. Well, there's no worries with me. I'm nothing if not newsworthy, and I know how to generate a headline or two.

The second is reward. Perhaps some are uninspired to partake of democracy's fruits for want of sweetness. For that I offer this remedy: a story. One unique to this place, singly entrusted to Genessia's muse, and passed on to myself. I warn you it is an extremely troubling story; as significant as it is dangerous. Such things aren't hidden without reason. If you trust me with the position, I shall entrust you with this heretofore veiled tale.

Lastly, and most importantly, is the prevention or cessation of the Guardians' possible atrocity. There is a high likelihood that they're behind perhaps the worst sin since Genessia began, and I'd like to end that as peacefully as possible. Being a fellow Guardian grants me the smoothest path that way.

Doubtless you'll think me unforgivably coy and cagey for not saying more about the nature of this hypothetical wrongdoing. I'm afraid there's nothing for it; more clarity might mean a more entrenched problem, and solving it is rather more important to me than being wholly transparent. Don't worry; when and if I get to that dreadful point, you'll know all then.

There you have it. Entertainment, reward, and my intention of putting a stop to the vilest evil in the world I know. If, indeed, it exists. Happily it may not, but better safe than sorry, eh? If you have any interesting questions, pray save them for the debate tomorrow. As I said, it has suffered from dullness in the past. Boring questions now, however, are welcome.

Who: 47 and Aerith Gainsborough
What: Aerith visiting 47's nursery
Where: Broken Sword Nursery, Genessia
When: ...Late May, early June? Somewhere around there.
Warnings: Can't think of any, will add them if and when they become relevant.

47 strolled around the greenhouse of his nursery, checking the plants for signs of disease, damage, and the like. The door between the nursery proper and the store out front was left open, risking bugs but allowing 47 to better hear what was going on in the store. He was expecting visitors, and kept a sharp ear out.

[Phibrizzo has put his name in to run in the Guardian elections again and this time he's decided to spice things up and promote himself a little more. The video starts with the camera focusing on a rock that's flying up in the air.

Off-camera, Phibrizzo's voice shouts out a basic spell incantation.]

FIREBALL!

[The rock is engulfed in flames and promptly reduced to ash. He lets the camera linger on the ashes that used to be a rock for a couple of seconds before turning it to himself.]

Now that I've got your attention, vote for me for Everglade Guardian! I've protected people as part of Jolly Eddy's and with my business, Runic Security, and everyone I've ever protected has been totally safe.

[He certainly looks enthusiastic. That counts for something, right?]

Don't settle for second best. Vote Phibrizzo!