#5- The End post

I woke up this morning as usual; waterfall of drool onto my pillow, and my hair looked like it was caught in a positively charged hurricane. I got up to flick the tv on and bam:

I forgot today was election day.

Soon, after a cold and fast shower, I called my campaigners and they brought their signs and best faces over within the hour. We went into town into the park where Ted, Marge, and Pascal (honestly, what is with that boy's mother????) had already set up tents and displays that I considered signs of desperation. There was pictures of Marge holding a puppy and cutting the ribbon on her hometown's new (at the time) pet center. LAME! Well, the puppy was cute but for real?

Me and my crew set up our little table and our signs (both new and old at right on the page- aren't they cool?) and tried to stay happy and positive. My own little pet fish, Captain Mondo Poof and Noob had my little stickers on their fish bowls. They weren't as cool and intimidating as Pascal's chinchilla Carlos, but they were close. I thought I had a lame shot, but like my main man Machiavelli, I acted like a prince.

After many hours of standing and smiling, the polls closed. It was about 8 or 9 when I got home, and I was tired. But my campaign crew was like 'PARTY TIL THE RESULTS ARE IN!!!!!!!!'

Let me tell you, I would have rather had a billion harpies scream and thorw leeches at me then have to throw a party for 48 hours. But somehow I did, and that was a lot of publicity- way to get a lot of people to like me AFTER the voting. I got the call around 6 that evening, and everyone stopped in their tracks and the dj stopped playing Lady GaGa.

The results:

Pascal: 11%
Marge: 9%
Ted: 20%
Me: 60%

I won. I am mayor of New Sooshire! How that polling and voting and went I have no idea, but I won!!!!

And it's all thanks to that big dog Machiavelli.