Day in a Life of the Minister of Foreing Affairs - Belgium

My day started like any other,

Just a small town Smurf, living in a lonely world.

I was once again asked to place bounties, contracts and what not on battles.

I felt useless again, what a great way to start my day.

Took the midnight train going anywhere.

During my late night train ride, I was contacted by https://app.warera.io/user/69a986a9a487a2280bec9e2a, he was having his usual day, he was out partying like usual, while the rest of gov was working their ass of. He contacted me so he wouldn’t have to tell King Smurf of his alcohol problems, and came to me asking for my silence and help, he asked me to buy paper, so we wouldn’t run out.

(Love you DTT, you did good as MoE)

I felt useless again, what a great way to end my day…I was starting to doubt my position as MoFa and what was expected of me.

Or so I thought.

Just a city boy

Born and raised in https://app.warera.io/region/6813b7069403bc4170a5d831.

I would call it love at first sight, don’t stop, believing. I said to myself.

This is the moment I finally understood my job, its description, the task that was asked of me.

I am responsible for Foreign Affairs.

Now, determined more then ever to have a Forreign affair with the Norwegian president, https://app.warera.io/user/69a16022acd5ab212e02aa50. We started chatting.

(Certain things have been censored to keep it kids friendly)

since then I’ve been setting up a date, texted him the address, invitation, so far no response… Help me get in touch with my love, and fullfill my role as Minister of Foreign Affairs.

I can go sleep happily now, finally found the purpose of MoFa.