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So, Halloween came and went.
I wasn’t dead! I still had things to remember it by, though. Namely, my broken nose. I gotta hand it to Alice. When she said that she didn’t like mummies, she really meant it.

Another pleasant reminder of last night was my ever faithful squire, who spent the entire day talking about how much fun he had and all the sweets he had managed to guzzle. The first thing he wanted to talk about was the elderly apparition that made him pass out in the middle of Gruff’s garden. I told him that it was just a sugar-induced hallucination. Maybe that will get him to eat better or something, I dunno, I’m not supposed to be a role model.

Wait, scratch that. That’s literally my job.

“I think somebody stole a lollipop from me,” Stinky frowned in the middle of his otherwise happy day-long monologue. “When I woke up from my candy-coma, it wasn’t in my basket anymore…”

“Eh, the wind probably just took it,” I shrugged, my voice RUINED thanks to the plaster strapped tightly to the bridge of my nose. “Let’s try this one,” I said, pointing to a nearby rock.

Stinky whacked his shovel against it, turning his arms to jelly.
No bells. Bummer.

“Somebody else must have found it first today, sir!” he observed, voice wobbling up and down.

“Uuuggghhh…!” I groaned, nasally.

Missing out on finding the day’s money rock was usually annoying enough, but after a pretty gloomy meeting with Isabelle this morning, the lack of easy money was beginning to hurt even more. Place was getting poor and it was partly my fault. Maybe mostly. Anyway, I’m supposed to be the breadwinner of this very dysfunctional family. It’s my job to earn (and also find) the money that pays for Public Works Projects, new establishments, plants and trees… not to mention the additional funds that go towards keeping the PWPs up, paying the owners of said establishments and keeping the lights on. My own bank account and the town treasury are practically the same thing at this point.

“Did you deliver that package to Alice yet?” asked Becky as the two of us strolled past.

“Oh! S-sorry, Miss Becky!” Stinky apologised for me. “We’ll be right on it!”
Becky simply returned to whatever it was she was doing with a roll of her eyes. She hadn’t taken part in Halloween at all yesterday. Neither did Whitney. Not that anybody expected them to, I suppose.

Isabelle and I had taken a risk with this beautiful town ordinance. We really had no idea just how quickly the bells we had would disappear into thin air. This morning, we had discussed the possibility of going back to the bell boom ordinance to try and get our economy back on track. But ordinances take time. And money. Explaining the ins and outs would require a lot of technical political jargon that I still don’t fully understand. The best course of action, we regretfully decided, was to just ride it out and try our best. It would be a few months before we could begin the process of reverting Place’s active town ordinance, so all we had to do was to try and survive until then.
“I just know we’ll manage it!” Isabelle smiled after a very stressful conversation. I could tell that her optimism was waning.

I had spent the whole month thinking of nothing but Halloween, and while I wouldn’t call it a very “exciting” time, it had definitely managed to distract me from all of this real-life stuff. Now that all the spooky hoo-ha was done with, I had now been thrown back into reality, like coming down from a high or something. How did I ever get to where I am now? I’m the mayor of a town of cuddly animals with financial issues. With a broken nose.

“Good afternoon, sirs!” Lloyd the Gyroid waved from his usual spot near the edge of town. Stinky liked Lloyd a lot. He would always try to imitate his wild flailing whenever they met.

I asked Lloyd how donations were going for the caution sign (the one to stop people from meandering near the cliff edge), but things weren’t going well. If Gyroids could frown… Lloyd probably wouldn’t. That little potted man is always happy.

“We can’t even afford a sign,” I muttered under my breath.

I needed something else to distract me, hopefully this time, something that didn’t involve my mortality. That’s when I realised something. The fact that I had forgotten this thing was a bit depressing, but it managed to cheer me up all the same. If only a little bit.

My birthday was just a few days away.

I’m pretty sure that nobody here actually knows when my birthday is, but now was the time to drop very subtle hints to the villagers, without looking desperate for attention and presents.

“H-Hi Alice!” Stinky blushed as we handed over Becky’s package. “Becky wanted you to have this. Here ya go!”

“Ah,” she smiled, “this must be those books she was telling me about. Thanks boys!” She turned to me. “How’s your nose doing?”

“Fine,” I winced, my nose killing. “Also, it’s my birthday later this week. I will accept presents, but bells are preferred. Okay, come on Stinky, let’s go.”

Nailed it.

~Author’s Notes~
After the madness that was last week’s early-Halloween-special, I decided it best to write a small catch-up/refresher/bridge episode to get back into the regular My Place routine. Tbh, these kind of episodes are some of the hardest to write since I’ve gotta basically dump exposition on you in an entertaining way.

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So, Halloween came and went.
I wasn’t dead! I still had things to remember it by, though. Namely, my broken nose. I gotta hand it to Alice. When she said that she didn’t like mummies, she really meant it.

Another pleasant reminder of last night was my ever faithful squire, who spent the entire day talking about how much fun he had and all the sweets he had managed to guzzle. The first thing he wanted to talk about was the elderly apparition that made him pass out in the middle of Gruff’s garden. I told him that it was just a sugar-induced hallucination. Maybe that will get him to eat better or something, I dunno, I’m not supposed to be a role model.

Wait, scratch that. That’s literally my job.

“I think somebody stole a lollipop from me,” Stinky frowned in the middle of his otherwise happy day-long monologue. “When I woke up from my candy-coma, it wasn’t in my basket anymore…”

“Eh, the wind probably just took it,” I shrugged, my voice RUINED thanks to the plaster strapped tightly to the bridge of my nose. “Let’s try this one,” I said, pointing to a nearby rock.

Stinky whacked his shovel against it, turning his arms to jelly.
No bells. Bummer.

“Somebody else must have found it first today, sir!” he observed, voice wobbling up and down.

“Uuuggghhh…!” I groaned, nasally.

Missing out on finding the day’s money rock was usually annoying enough, but after a pretty gloomy meeting with Isabelle this morning, the lack of easy money was beginning to hurt even more. Place was getting poor and it was partly my fault. Maybe mostly. Anyway, I’m supposed to be the breadwinner of this very dysfunctional family. It’s my job to earn (and also find) the money that pays for Public Works Projects, new establishments, plants and trees… not to mention the additional funds that go towards keeping the PWPs up, paying the owners of said establishments and keeping the lights on. My own bank account and the town treasury are practically the same thing at this point.

“Did you deliver that package to Alice yet?” asked Becky as the two of us strolled past.

“Oh! S-sorry, Miss Becky!” Stinky apologised for me. “We’ll be right on it!”
Becky simply returned to whatever it was she was doing with a roll of her eyes. She hadn’t taken part in Halloween at all yesterday. Neither did Whitney. Not that anybody expected them to, I suppose.

Isabelle and I had taken a risk with this beautiful town ordinance. We really had no idea just how quickly the bells we had would disappear into thin air. This morning, we had discussed the possibility of going back to the bell boom ordinance to try and get our economy back on track. But ordinances take time. And money. Explaining the ins and outs would require a lot of technical political jargon that I still don’t fully understand. The best course of action, we regretfully decided, was to just ride it out and try our best. It would be a few months before we could begin the process of reverting Place’s active town ordinance, so all we had to do was to try and survive until then.
“I just know we’ll manage it!” Isabelle smiled after a very stressful conversation. I could tell that her optimism was waning.

I had spent the whole month thinking of nothing but Halloween, and while I wouldn’t call it a very “exciting” time, it had definitely managed to distract me from all of this real-life stuff. Now that all the spooky hoo-ha was done with, I had now been thrown back into reality, like coming down from a high or something. How did I ever get to where I am now? I’m the mayor of a town of cuddly animals with financial issues. With a broken nose.

“Good afternoon, sirs!” Lloyd the Gyroid waved from his usual spot near the edge of town. Stinky liked Lloyd a lot. He would always try to imitate his wild flailing whenever they met.

I asked Lloyd how donations were going for the caution sign (the one to stop people from meandering near the cliff edge), but things weren’t going well. If Gyroids could frown… Lloyd probably wouldn’t. That little potted man is always happy.

“We can’t even afford a sign,” I muttered under my breath.

I needed something else to distract me, hopefully this time, something that didn’t involve my mortality. That’s when I realised something. The fact that I had forgotten this thing was a bit depressing, but it managed to cheer me up all the same. If only a little bit.

My birthday was just a few days away.

I’m pretty sure that nobody here actually knows when my birthday is, but now was the time to drop very subtle hints to the villagers, without looking desperate for attention and presents.

“H-Hi Alice!” Stinky blushed as we handed over Becky’s package. “Becky wanted you to have this. Here ya go!”

“Ah,” she smiled, “this must be those books she was telling me about. Thanks boys!” She turned to me. “How’s your nose doing?”

“Fine,” I winced, my nose killing. “Also, it’s my birthday later this week. I will accept presents, but bells are preferred. Okay, come on Stinky, let’s go.”

Nailed it.

~Author’s Notes~
After the madness that was last week’s early-Halloween-special, I decided it best to write a small catch-up/refresher/bridge episode to get back into the regular My Place routine. Tbh, these kind of episodes are some of the hardest to write since I’ve gotta basically dump exposition on you in an entertaining way.

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