Alberta became an interesting place after the Change. Ol' Klein took some of it in stride, calling it yet another Alberta Advantage, encouraging hunters to knock down Pegasus and the other, wierder, prarie beasts.

Groundhog exterminators quickly retrained themselves in ways of killing molemen instead. A boom in carpentry was seen the multitude of old, ramshackle farm buildings were swiftly knocked down and replaced by newer ones, as they were a magnet for minor Weird Zones.

Watching the army take out the Camrose grain elevator was a treat. CBC airs it every year now, one of those 'army pride, canadian heritage' clips. Our boys in green knocking down some four-armed skeleton off the top of a four-story stone tower, the undead thing shrieking and flinging fireballs the entire way down.

Definetly the worst scare, and the one that finally lost our political leaders joviality over the still-minor troubles at the time, was the appearance of a Baalrog outside the Strathcona Esso refinery. They called it one of the most delicate removal operations ever, and I believe them. The man who thought of snuffing the creature with tons of Halon gas deserved a medal, and got one.

I was a child of the Troubles... my first experience was having, no word of a lie, an honest to goodness monster under my bed. The first Mickey brigade... oh right, sorry *sigh* M-E-C, did a good job, luring the little sucker out and trapping it.

I thought about joining the Mickeys some years later, but decided I wasn't cut out for it. Wasn't blood-thirsty enough to want to kill everything I saw, and most of the Dungeons that popped up in Alberta were way beyond the 'casual' adventurer. But after losing my research job to a Gnome and my voice-talent work to a High Elf (Canada has always been easy to get into), I decided I needed a new line of work.

So today I bought my gun back from my dad, a remington light .12 gauge semi-auto, and my last 50 dollars on silver buckshot. Wish me luck. If I'm not out in a day, 388 the mickeys.