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// You Have Nothing to Fear... 
// Story: Rainbow Dash's Awesome Nightmare Night Haunted House Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Adventure 
// by TheDriderPony 
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That's right! You came prepared for this! Not for the cheese, but still!

You reach into your Inventory and pull out a thick sheaf of paperwork. "Ah din't kno' hiss 'ould be a 'inner." You struggle to enunciate as clearly as you can through the cheese, taking your time with each word. "Eet's ah written 'lan." 

Satisfied that that was a decent delivery, you pass the paperwork to General Ironwings to your right. He accepts it with a small grunt of approval. "Hrm. I see. I wasn't entirely clear myself why we were doing this over dinner. Seems much more befitting a board room."

You nod. That had been your expectation, or so you remember. He flips through the pages, pausing here and there to read a passage or check a chart. After a minute he nods and snaps it shut. "Well then. Seeing how it seems we're not having dinner, I suggest we close this for the night and reconvene at a later date when the whole of the High Commission has had time to read over the proposal. All agreed?"

A wave of 'ayes' choruses through the hall. "All opposed?" Silence. Ironwings rises, as do the rest. "Then it's decided. Miss Dash, I look forward to reading over your work and discussing it with you at a later date.

You nod vigorously and shake his offered hoof. You've done it. You got your proposal in the hooves of those who can actually do something with it. Even unable to speak!

The High Commission files out the door, murmuring quietly to one another. You shake each of their hooves as they pass. The last to go by is Spitfire. "Well kid, I guess you did it." She looks back at the empty table. "A heads-up that it was a written proposal would have been appreciated, but no plan survives contact. Could have saved myself some trouble renting the place. But at least the general seemed interested and the rest'll follow his lead." She affectionately punches your shoulder. "Good job, rookie."

She too then exits, leaving you alone with your victory.

[Your soul fills with a sense of accomplishment. Subtract one (-1) from your Fear Meter]