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I found Milwaukee a city of bricks and left it a city of marble.

An ancient evil returns from the Old World this weekend. Charlemagne, Lord of Darkness, will once again descend upon the city of Lite, with his evil and his lying and his darkness and what not. As your malevo…er…benevolent overlord, I humbly suggest the speedy renewal of our age-old battle of wits and fortune, body language and table talk, drunkeness and bad temperament. Yes, friends, the social wonder that is RISK.

As His Lord and Majesty, Daniel of Buchsunderfoot, is remarkably close to the arrival of an heir, I shall willingly submit to his most excellent judgement as to whether or not such an event is even a realistic possibility. If so, I suggest a location somewhere in the Western Centre of Power, so as to maintain proximity to the lovely Lady Out-to-here. If not, simply let us know when the aforementioned test of psychological warfare would be appropriate, and we shall graciously postpone our activities and await the arrival of Princess Isabella.

Again, I’m your humble servant, good citizens. I’m on your side, and I’m personally rooting for each and every one of you. Chuck is your real enemy. Focus on him.

Not me.

I love you.