lol i forgot i didnt need a second so nw, thanks tho!
I also nominate Bachtendekuppen and Dremaur (if they havent been nominated yet)
I second Dead, Zuk, Gio, Bach and Drem.
I am definitely surprised to see my name the first in the nominations list. And you know what, I’d be up for it (and I have spent these days thinking about it) were I not in a very special and complex circumstance IRL rn. I think it’ll be best to fulfill the half that’s still left of my GV term instead of putting even more TEP weight on my shoulders than what I already have with the Praesidium. Best for me and for the region, which I prefer to have a more available delegate than what I can offer.
Therefore, I deeply thank the enthusiasm but decline my nomination 
I am extremely appreciative of my fellow citizens for the nominations. Thank you Capp, Serge, and Sammy. However I will decline. My time in the light will come, but I await another sunrise.
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I declare my candidacy.
I would like to withdraw my candidacy
Id also like to withdraw
The grey Puffin heard the call rolling over the crowd. The Green Parrot standing at the stiff black microphone fixed its gaze, peering into the dark hall. A swift “I second!” cut through the rumor. From the corner of the Hall, the Grand Vizier nodded.
The Puffin straightened his feathers, and shuffled to the podium.
Putting a single, silver feather-lined claw around the long, slender pole of the microphone, he spoke:
“My fellow Eastern Pacificans, Mr. Parrot, I thank you for this honor. I will, however, respectfully decline.”
The Puffin let his gaze rest over the crowd, and put his glasses back to the middle top of his beak. He saw so many familiar faces. Trooping together, nominating new people for the Delegate election. Involved, eager. Opinionated, driven. He missed faces too. Old friends that were no longer. Ghosts of old crowds, debates, and points made shimmered through the dark back of the hall.
“Not because,” the Puffin continued, his colourful beak contrasting his stately, long robes, “not because I don’t appreciate this token of trust. And neither because I don’t want to. The Fridgle Owl knows my dedication to TEP has no bounds. And definitely not because this election is not important. But because it is.”
He looked over his glasses, his feathers bristling around his piercing eyes.
“I feel this is a crucial point in TEP’s history. I felt the tide shifting in 2016, after a long period of successive growth in TEP. I felt it in 2019, when Fedele’s regime soiled TEP’s true self before leading to the eventual coup. And I feel it now. After the 2019 coup, TEP recovered, and how. We all contributed what we could, notwithstanding some temporary pains here and there. But now, we are nearing the end of that path. TEP cannot afford to linger now.”
The crowd had silenced, seemingly equal parts intrigued and confused.
“Our current candidates reflect the choice before us. A candidacy on my part would not add a third way. And this old bird has no intention of muddying the waters, when one clear-eyed vision is much needed. I call upon all of you, in this hall and out there in the Eastern fields of our great region, to act. Boldly. To dare roll the dice, to dare move on, before the table flips.”
The last word was almost a slow whisper. The Puffin paused, the microphone slipping the silvery claw’s grasp.
“Thank you.”
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I am withdrawing my candidacy.