Ciaran
First Post
Late in the evening, in the dim quiet of an empty arena, an elderly judge jolts awake. "Three flags to... er, what?" he murmurs aloud. "Oh, dear. I seem to have overslept..." Picking up a jade-inlaid walking stick, the judge wanders off in search of his flag boy.
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(Well, I'm back, at least for a little while. I doubt I'll be anywhere near as involved as before, but I'll have time for the occasional match. My apologies to those whom I stranded without a judge in the middle of a match!)
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(Well, I'm back, at least for a little while. I doubt I'll be anywhere near as involved as before, but I'll have time for the occasional match. My apologies to those whom I stranded without a judge in the middle of a match!)