ENN @ 12:05 AM EST:
Ogastein's dreams: [The soft grass grazes his bare feet as he prances around in the softest linens. A parade of friendly forest animals serenade him as two beautiful blue birds place a crown on his head and bow a fluttery bow toward him. The animals are all signing now...except not a common forest song...but rather a singular phrase: "Our President -- THE President of Europeia. Our President -- THE President of Europeia", over and over again.
A fluffy cloud picks Ogastein up into the sky as he prepares to reach out and touch the smiling sun as --]
Anumia: "Wake up the fuck up and answer the question PLEASE."