[b]Teàrlag Cirsium[/b]

I've been completely engulfed by some powder. It's everywhere. It's in my eyes. It's in my hair. It's in my nose. It's in my mouth. It's all over my clothes. It's eeeurrggh. Thanks to that git I've turned into some rainbow monstrosity. I knew I shouldn't have come here, but nooo, it's for the good of the school, they said. Have gun, will travel, they said. Meet new friends and create new, powerful bonds with foreign huntsmen and huntresses to promote international goodwill, they said.

Idealistic crock.

Look at me now, headmistress. Look at me. Look at how the world's still against me.

All people want to do is to make themselves happy, even if it involves ruining the day of others. Like me.

I sneeze. The powder irritates my eyes. Some of it splatters around my cheeks. I let down my guard too much. I really shouldn't have expected this entire useless festival to be anything different. Mecha lass wants to sell her soul to capitalism, I've met up with a ghost from the 80s, I need a change of clothes, and I still don't have some bloody noodles.

The world's out to get me.

It's ... it's not like I'm bothered geez but this is too much.