¡Azul, Fiôvâ!

[Istefan Perþonest]

I am of course honored by King John appointing me his Cunsteval to the province, and of course do not actually consider the job of royal representative to a bunch of republicans to be akin to donning a series of concentric rings just before walking into the Toxophilite Clubhouse. Though I suspect I occasionally will wonder what the heck I was thinking when I volunteered for the job, since I expect this province will continue the lively traditions of the Republic.

And then I'll look at the provincial motto, and I'll remember why.

¡Desfisetz qualsëcosâ denâ!

[Miestrâ Schivâ, UrN]

For an example of what happens when a provincial head of state vexes an ornery population, please read the words of the Vuodean provincial anthem. (For those not in the know, these were written by Provincial Premier R. B. Madison in protest against Governor-General Bob Murphy.)

But anyway, we should find something for you to do apart from giving a total rubber-stamp to all our decisions. Opening shopping malls, that kind of thing. Any ideas, cits?

[D. N. Vercáriâ]

There is our fine tradition of the Talossan Carnival... a good opportunity for wearing kinky uniforms. :-)

(Well, anyway welcome to the esteemed Cunstaval, enjoy this Province's trip to new horizons.)

[Eiric S. Börnatfiglheu]

Perhaps the Cunsteval could be the keeper of the recipe book for the Fiovan Feast of Fools?