As Councilor, I sure as hell won't promise stability. A lot of fucking good -its- done for the common dregs of lower! For wide-eyed, terrified urchins playing in shit-strewn streams! For beggars living out useless and pointless lives! Oh, no, ladies and gents. I won't promise that.

Nor do I promise charity, as Councilor Bhast and the Spellguard see fit to give through the House of Light. We don't need any fucking charity! We need coin, in -our- hands! We need -respect-! As Councilor, you can be damned sure I won't stand for the stagnation fostered by our present leaders!

Oh no, fellow rats and urchins of Sanctuary! I'll shake things up like a rabid bulldog, and put power in the hands of those that -truly- need it! I say, no more elections of rich, fat men who would use you to make coin! It's about time a commoner was elected! It's about time Morgan fucking Maddocks was elected!

Vote Morgan Maddocks! She'll make them leave you the hell alone!

[Put under a few notices by a hidden and concealed figure in disguise]

Those who work hard are rewarded. I'm new to your city but I can sure as hell tell the lot of you humans, even your Council aren't royalty, and they more than likely were at the same level as the lot of you; "Commoners". The difference between this candidate and the rest be that they did their hard work without whining a quake about it all.

I came into your human city with no knowledge of the land and little skills. I came to this human city and I prospered. Your beggars with their "Useless" lives are useless because the lot wants to be, and will continue to be until they get a hand-out placed on their lap. Your younglings play in shit-infested streams because no parents give a damn.

Your city ain't a hell-hole because of your "Council". It's a hell-hole because the common-folk who should be making it work aren't pulling their weight.

Your Urchin of a Candidate needs to get a clue and get to the conclusion that riling up a bunch of copper-grubbing poor folk who sit on their thumbs all day just so the lot can be envious of folk who -do- work ain't the right way of doing things.

Unsigned because I don't trust some of you humans not to place a knife in my gullet while I'm sleeping.

[New flyers are scattered about]