Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27950421-20180531194608/@comment-30700719-20180602040506

I look out the door into the hallway. "Uhh, okay...come inside, I've actually got quite a few questions." He steps in, and I close the door. "Don't mind the mess. Now, mister...I'm actually not that well-versed in politics. But ignore that, first question: what are you doing here? Rather, how did you get here? This isn't America." He smiles and leans forward. "Yes, but it's not far from it." I continue, "Second: is there gonna be some great huge mob gathering around this building because you're here? That'd be a hassle for Maurice..." He shakes his head. "No, none of that. We've taken measures to ensure privacy. Now, you've spent countless hours on that website, on some other websites, hell, you even-" I raise my hand in defeat. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Incognito mode is no match. I'd like to tell you that I haven't played the closest game to the topic. Speaking of," my voice becomes audibly shakier, "are they gonna be like that? I don't want to get turned into a Harpy..." He chuckles. "Ah yes, that video. Rightly terrifying. Trust me, kiddo, if they were anything like that, they wouldn't be sending diplomats, they would be sending eldritch abominations." I nod. "Okay, good. Now, third question; am I going to be able to get back here? I'm willing to bet a fair amount of physical labour that there won't be wifi there." He sits back and looks at me for a few moments. "This generation, eh? Can't quit it, with their 'memes', and whatnot...Yes, you'll be able to come back. We're asking for diplomats, not emigrants."

I sit there, thinking about it. "But I'm way too young for this kind of thing, not to mention inexperienced. This job goes to someone who knows what they're doing." The man tilts his head. "Yes, you're young. And yes, it does go to someone who knows what they're doing. Last, what was it, Wednesday, didn't you ask about becoming a Lore Keeper on that Discord server? Yes, we know all that info's crammed in your head like a water balloon." My eyes widened at this, and he reconciled, "Sorry. Bad word choice. But think about it. You're one of the few people who knows the general behaviours and attitudes of these monster girls...And if you're not hooked by that, we'll give you a salary and everything. Goes on your resume, 'I went to a different world as a diplomat for a good portion of the human race'."

I purse my lips. "Alright...so, what exactly is the plan? Before I go hurtling off down the rabbit-hole, or with the Wererabbit and her Wonderland counterpart, into a rabbit's hole, what kinda stuff will I be doing? Learning about the culture, giving humans a good rep..." He looks at me and says, with a straight face, "You'll be the significant other of the leader of a certain guild there..." My jaw hits the ground. "Wait, you're not talking about codename 'Eragon'?" He grinned. "Indeed, despite the fact that Eragon had wings and the leader is a Wurm..." I rub my head. "Well, I guess I oughta do my duty for the human race; what happens now may benefit the next seven generations. I'll do it. I expect I'll be given a little time to inform my family, friends, and school about this. And maybe I oughta tell this to my kinsmen on the MGE Wiki, unless you've already contacted them. Perhaps I'll meet them there. Like that one guy with about 99,000 edits." I rose and offered my hand. "Well, then, it's a deal. We'll give you, say, a month to prepare. Spend your time wisely, if you want. Or, if it's enough for you..." He flashes a mischevious smile.

"Spend it on a WWYD."