Editing Setting:InfiniCon/Lore (section)

==Final Fantasy Guard==
''Anonymous''

As a guard in the Fantasy district, thing can get pretty fucking weird, as you can imagine. Other areas are bound by certain laws of their fandom. Sci-fi tends to follow the laws of physics and what not. Anime obeys set rules from the mangas and animus. 

But here in Fantasy? Ho boy, these fucks have some imagination. I'm not really that big into D&D and whatnot, but I do love me some Terry Pratchett. That's why I became a guard, here, to protect these idiots.

I think, that if it wasn't for me and the other guys I work with, these idiots would be overrun and wiped out by now. I know that everyone's just having some fun, but it can get out of hand some times. I had to rescue a younger lad who believed he had an enchanted sword and had to exterminate all the furries in the UnderCon. 

I'm never going back there again. And I'm not going to answer any questions. The sound of techno makes Olivious break down into sobbing and rectum rubbing. Poor bastard...

I patrol the area around the Fantasy district and maintain somewhat good relations with Sci-Fi. They leave us alone, we leave them alone. All's good and well. Until the 40K guys see some alchemists. Then it's purge mode all day.

I knew a guy in the Industrial district. He was a "Blacksmith" here. He just cut up cardboard as weapons. But over there, he's truly at home. I think some guy found an iron vein and they just kind of boomed. Thanks to an old favor I've got me a nice iron breast plate that looks fucking sweet. No swords though, violence is a no-no. 

Didn't stop me going to the forest, cutting down a branch and making a baton. I need to quell a situation if it gets out of hand. And 3 pounds of oak with a wizard's blessing is a good argument finisher.

If you guys want, I can share some stories of my time with the fantasy guard.