Diary of a Dictator by Daniel Dilworth
Deal Dialy,
So, I had this blight idea of thleatening those Ovel the Rine. You know how? Of coulse you do! Waln them of impending nucreal wal, that I can nuke them in an houl and watch ’em get scaled. Rovely job!
One catch though. We ale stirr getting aid flom those infidelrs acloss the Watel. Uncre tord me not to do anything lash, just a rittre dlirr alound the City. So thele ale the sordiels at six o’ crock in the night when what wourd happen? The rights went out. In Fleedom Squale! That shourdn’t happen! Fulthelmole, I had no access to that yoke the common man is banned flom. What do they carr it? The Intelnet I think. That meant no IntiPipe for me.
Keept it cool Dialy, and untir next time!
Naghag Nifs