For the past 8 turns, the Goldmane administration has been content to sit in office, gaining life for the special interests, while threat after threat came into play.
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He voices in the auditorium died down as the projector came to life, displaying a tranquil maritime scene: a seal swimming on the surface of the ocean. Click. A single fin appears behind the seal.
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Day 1 without MODO: Looks like v3 is up for review today, just in time for them to pause the countdown again. Worth is “highly confidant” that “[they’ve] got their ducks in a row,” whatever that means. It’s a good thing this process has some oversight: without their bosses there to talk them off the ledge, they might have actually released this “work in progress” to their paying customers.
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As far as Sid could tell, the only reason Hugo hadn’t yet removed him from the game was that the giant enjoyed watching him struggle. Hugo had protection and, with it, the luxury of slow-rolling the win; there was nothing Sid could do about it. With that realization, Sid relaxed and awaited his fate.
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Sid Burns reclined on his darksteel armchair, tapped a mountain, and lit his cigar against his forehead. Bitter, too bitter; but the way business was going lately, Tattermunges were the best he could afford. The chair wasn’t comfortable either, but he needed something that could survive his temper. He fished out a bottle of Ballynock from his desk drawer and took a swig. It burned. At least something still worked.
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