Middle Woe exists because some days, the meeting has no agenda, the form requests another form, and the person in charge has absolutely no idea what they’re doing.
It has always been like this. In 1307, the paperwork existed and didn’t help. The systems half worked. The decisions were questionable. The geese were ungovernable.
Nothing has changed. Only the clothing.
Middle Woe is a tiny act of rebellion. And you’re very welcome here.
Middle Woe is a fictional medieval village where rules are plentiful, decisions are questionable, the geese are uncontrollable, and the turnips are non-negotiable.
Since you've found your way here, the Parish Council offers a free gift. No strings. No geese.
