Citizens of Kovazia,
I write to you, now secretly, from my bunker undernearth the Megachurch. My operatives rescued me under the guise of eating poisoned berries just before I could be fatally injured by a line of inexperienced and overzealous warriors. We may have lost this battle, but I intend to win THE WAR.
Before I tend to my wounds, I want to thank you, Kovazians, for bestowing on me the honor to serve as your tribute inside the Royale Arena, and hope you will continue to choose me to support you in Kouncil: (https://www.kovaze.com/Elections). I stepped into the battlefield to show you what I am made of, and how I intend to lead as your trusted representative.
I have shown that I can work on a team, and devise plans to get shit done. I am not afraid to challenge authority (holds a bracelet I stole from Sin's body). And, most importantly, I have shown that anyone who fucked with me in the arena the last several days were all met with their own comeuppance.
I will be in touch again soon when the elections are over, and it is safe to make contact. Don't lose hope! Just know that I am holding up three fingers in this moment. A New Day has Dawned in Kovazia!