Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 27, 2016 0:51:58 GMT
The presidential election was one of the biggest, current happenings on Earth. After President Bao’s mysterious inactivity (and speculated disappearance), Earth’s government thought it was best to hold a new election – one that would determine who the newest president of Earth would be. Normally, Beryl could be interested, but after evaluating the candidates, he honestly wasn’t sure who he would pick. Being the Galactic Patrol’s leader required exercising strict neutrality; he couldn’t pick direct sides. Voting for President of Earth went against that principle, though he supposed that him voting wouldn’t break that rule too much. Still, he wasn’t educated enough on the candidates, their motives and their pasts in order to make a well-informed decision on who to vote for.
You’d think that the constant political advertisements, billboards, flyers and rallies would help Beryl learn more about the candidates. But if anything, it just confused him more and more. He was reminded why he didn’t care much about politics in the first place after seeing a “Vote For Whoever” poster for the umpteenth time. He contemplated heading into a nearby pizzeria to get something to eat but stopped once he heard someone boo-hooing furiously. It was a man in his early thirties with thick glasses, a purple suit, a white messenger bag with matching slip-on shoes. Judging from how much he was crying, the poor guy was in bad shape, and Beryl couldn’t just leave him alone to drown in his sorrow.
“Are you alright?” Beryl asked, approaching the stranger. He wore a simple lime green collared shirt with a teal tie, black slacks, designer shades, black casual shoes and a yellow beanie. A fancy, golden, crown-decorated Galactic Patrol badge was pinned to the left side of his shirt. Once Beryl got a better look at the bawling dude, his eyelids lifted up in surprise. “Wait, you are one of the presidential candidates, aren’t you? Jax Punchlust?” Perhaps Beryl was wrong, but the similarities were far too close. “I’ve seen your speeches on TV. How is the race going?”
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Jax Punchlust
You’d think that the constant political advertisements, billboards, flyers and rallies would help Beryl learn more about the candidates. But if anything, it just confused him more and more. He was reminded why he didn’t care much about politics in the first place after seeing a “Vote For Whoever” poster for the umpteenth time. He contemplated heading into a nearby pizzeria to get something to eat but stopped once he heard someone boo-hooing furiously. It was a man in his early thirties with thick glasses, a purple suit, a white messenger bag with matching slip-on shoes. Judging from how much he was crying, the poor guy was in bad shape, and Beryl couldn’t just leave him alone to drown in his sorrow.
“Are you alright?” Beryl asked, approaching the stranger. He wore a simple lime green collared shirt with a teal tie, black slacks, designer shades, black casual shoes and a yellow beanie. A fancy, golden, crown-decorated Galactic Patrol badge was pinned to the left side of his shirt. Once Beryl got a better look at the bawling dude, his eyelids lifted up in surprise. “Wait, you are one of the presidential candidates, aren’t you? Jax Punchlust?” Perhaps Beryl was wrong, but the similarities were far too close. “I’ve seen your speeches on TV. How is the race going?”
PL -- 206,899; Spiritual Insight (x16P) - 3,310,384
Jax Punchlust