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Democratic Union of L’manburg
December 4th, 2020
To the desk of a Mr. Boo,
I believe I have found an opponent for this presidential race in you. I do not think we have ever formally met, although I do remember being the one to briefly tour you around the server. I can guarantee that we will be seeing a lot more of each other than that as the months drag on until November.
Beating me will not be easy, I will tell you now.
If you have leveled any of your expectations on the knowledge you perceive to have on me, you will be sorrowfully wrong. I have experience, and a cabinet, and a whole league of allies who could assist me during the race. I can only assume that your efforts will eventually pale in comparison to mine. And my efforts will not go unnoticed. I thought it would only be fair to warn you before we begin.
Amongst all my strengths, I am finding one repetitive weakness. I have never done this before. Any of it.
The initial presidency that took place in this country was held in no official accord at all. The subsequent presidency was a mess. All the requirements were met, but I fear it was as put together as the country’s first founding was.
My first term, while it might have helped with a skillset I can continue using, was given to me. There was no proper election. Nobody disputed it, the child president.
Although, I did not write to you just to brag or offer a history lesson.
I wrote to wish you good luck. I have never run against someone before. I think this will be quite the adventure for the both of us. I do not know you and I have no background on you either (I did check some of our records). Although I am confident in my skills and effort, it is a mystery what tricks I might discover you to have hidden up your sleeves.
Again, best of luck. The game is on.
Best wishes,
Tubbo
Democratic Union of L’manburg
December 7th, 2020
To the desk of Mr. Underscore,
I was intrigued by your pointed challenge. I was even more intrigued that the letter of yours even showed up at all. Honestly, the envelope with the intimidating official seal sliding under my door did give me quite the scare. I nearly thought myself in trouble for a moment. I ought to get stationary of the same caliber if I am to match your status. Maybe even scare you back.
I did not know that correspondence like this was typical of the campaign process. Although, I will admit, I am unfamiliar with almost all your traditions around here. Here I was, under the assumption that we are to spend the entire race in complete silence, not even a word at speeches. That was a joke. Sorry, I do not know if it will translate through text. I tend to make a lot of those, good and bad. You might want to get used to it now, spare yourself the pain of hearing more of them in person later.
Speaking of being in person, I do remember you being the one to give me a tour, but I doubt you have not changed since then. Maybe you have, it’s only been a week after all. But then again you were unaware I made the trip here to be a candidate in the race. You may have just been treating me differently because you did not picture me as your opposition, as anything more than a new resident to join the ranks.
Well, now I have the pleasure of being treated as both citizen and politician.
I also am quick to admit that I am, in fact, quite intimidated by your previous and current political standings. I hope my transparency is not intimidating to you in turn.
As for the tricks up my sleeves, I will confess I have none of those either. But you never know, I could be lying.
Let the game begin.
Your obedient servant,
Ranboo
P.S. You might want to brush up on the information you have about me, I fear you have gotten something so simple so wrong already.