Another very short one.  I might expand this some more later on, but my poor brain is much too fried for now. ^;
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Life's Little Triumphs--Mog
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	Mog rubbed his temples in an attempt to ease 
his throbbing headache.  It didn't really work.

	'Damn...' Mog buried his head in his hands.  
'Why do politics have to be so complicated?'

	One of the first things Mog had realized upon 
returning to Narshe was that Kefka's defeat wouldn't be 
the end of things.  He knew for certain this would be 
so when one of the respresentatives of the so called 
'New Republic' approached the elders of Narshe.  The 
elder decided to agree, appointing Arvis and Bannon as 
Narshe's representatives.  Mog, sensing an opportunity 
to keep a tab on things, offered to be their secret 
advisor.  With the help of his fellow Moogles, who had 
been dispersed throughout the world after the 
Unbalance, Mog set up an extensive information network. 
Since Narshe had never been very involved in world 
affairs, Mog's help proved to be an extremely valuable 
asset.

	What was giving Mog such a headache at the 
moment was the hottest topic of debate at the New 
Republic Council, the proposed rebuilding of Vector.  
Mog had a nagging suspicion that those in favor of such 
a measure still supported the old Empire, but there was 
no way he could verify that.  After all, it wasn't like 
he could just walk up to those council members and ask 
them what their real motives were.

	What was even more worrisome, though, was the 
rumor that some even wanted to revive the Magitek 
Research Facility.  Despite the fact that Espers had 
vanished from this world, Mog had seen plenty of 
evidence which suggested that magic had not.

	'The last thing this world needs is another 
Gestahl--or, God forbid, another Kefka...' Mog 
shuddered.  He made a mental note to continue 
investigating this rumor and to let the others know 
about it.  While he didn't particularly like making 
anybody worry, it would be infinitely better to be 
prepared in the chance that something disastrous might 
happen.

	Mog's headache reasserted itself again in the 
form of constant, pounding pain.  It was days like 
these that he really, really, _really_ hated his job.  
But somebody had to do it.
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Anybody remember those old Final Fantasy 3 commercials 
on TV when the game was first released? In it, Mog is 
holding a 'talent search' for monsters, and he 
gleefully zaps each of them into piles of dust as they 
come in.  "Next!" (Mweh, heh, heh. >:)
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-"Dot"
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