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- Automatic Slim
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Get rested.
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Aug 23, 2014 13:31
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- vetinari100
- Nov 8, 2009
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> Make her pay.
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I catch up with Chen and Ngabe, and walk them to the trolley.
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Aug 23, 2014 13:44
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- Lord Cyrahzax
- Oct 11, 2012
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Sleep.
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Aug 23, 2014 14:28
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- Nyaa
- Jan 7, 2010
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Like, Nyaa.
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Dance
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Aug 23, 2014 14:54
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- AfroSquirrel
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Show the world that we are the Deathless Lord of the Dance.
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Aug 23, 2014 14:54
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- Ghostwoods
- May 9, 2013
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Say "Cheese!"
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Dance, dance baby.
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Aug 23, 2014 15:19
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- yamiaainferno
- Jun 30, 2013
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Chat
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Aug 23, 2014 22:03
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- Lazaruise
- Jan 25, 2009
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Dance Dance, we're falling apart to half time posted:
You grab a drink first, then hit the dance floor, spinning and shouting and twisting along with the music. You find some good partners. You find some bad partners. But you do find partners, and the rest of the night scintillates and tumbles like broken glass down a dark well.
Interlude posted:
Interlude: Broken
The image slips and fades but the blood remains. You are more than you were. Or at least, you remember more than you once remembered.
You're still falling, in pieces, in this darkness from which you cannot return. More sparks and slivers of falling memory tumble around you.
You grope still for memories, for changes. You passed your first year at the firm. Little decisions altered your world, day by day.
What changes do you grab out of the cascading broken mirrors?
I moved to a new apartment.
I changed how much I saved.
I paid off my student loans. (Current debt: 100000 thaums. Current funds: 2047 thaums)
I didn't change anything.
Stats posted:
John Cavendish
Charm: 69%
Craft: 37%
Cunning: 11%
Determination: 20%
Sleep: 69%
Gunner: 32% Socialite: 68%
Soul: 2047
Debt: 100000
Ngabe: 37%
Chen: 52%
Wakefield: 64%
Vega: 35%
Varkath: 40%
Nebuchadnezzar: 20%
Stone: 20%
A brief guide to the Choice of the Deathless statblock:
Charm: Your personal style, savoir faire, empathy, and social acumen.
Craft: Your facility with the sorcerous Craft, used for magical battles and a range of professional tasks.
Cunning: Your native cunning, wit, and raw intellectual ability.
Determination: Your bullheaded determination, will to power, and stick-to-it-iveness. Everything your hypothetical football coach wanted you to "bring onto the field."
Socialite / Gunner: Are you clawing for advantage, desperate for work experience, eager to gain partners' approval? Or are you more of a people person?
Sleep: The less you sleep, the harder everything is.
Soul: The Craft can accomplish miracles—or great blasphemies—so long as you have the soulstuff with which to fuel it.
Debt: Your student loans are a daily drain on your life and sanity.
These interludes come up periodically so can change how much soul your spending and how far you live away from work. If you guys are happy with what we are doing I can skip them in the future, just let me know.
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Aug 24, 2014 13:13
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- Readingaccount
- Jan 6, 2013
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Law of the jungle
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Started Saving More
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Aug 24, 2014 17:56
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- Automatic Slim
- Jul 1, 2007
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Save More
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Aug 24, 2014 20:22
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- Nyaa
- Jan 7, 2010
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Like, Nyaa.
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Save more
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Aug 24, 2014 20:52
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- Lazaruise
- Jan 25, 2009
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We're already saving the max precentage so I'm just going to say we didn't change anything.
Boom Boom bitch posted:
You stand in a dark room, inside a glowing pentacle, and hold a knife of lightning to your wrist.
Somewhere a clock strikes midnight. You hold back a yawn. Too much work recently. Always too much work. Anyway.
It's time to work. As always.
You press the knife point into your skin. A drop of blood wells up. You pull the blade away, and the blood drop falls, round and reflective, to the floor. And when it splashes there, you fall, too.
You fall into the world of gods.
The material realm breaks around you, and for a moment you feel yourself a gnat passing through a beam of light, revealed to enormous beings who normally would not notice something so small. But in this instant of exposure they might well reach out and destroy you, for their own amusement or only to pass the time.
You leave the light and find your destination. You hover before a wall woven by spiders out of silver webs. Most of the patterns are abstract, but a few resemble faces, the faces of people you know, screaming.
This has been the last three months of your life. Transdimensional Thaumaturgics, your client, contracted with the demonic consortium of Akargath to build an enormous hydro project in the Southern Kathic jungle. The demons then claimed the project was as much their property as TT's, which would give them a foothold in your world, a territory through which they could pass at will from their reality to yours, unlimited by the bonds of a summoning contract. They would stride across the earth like gods.
Obviously, this is a bad outcome.
You've been tasked with document review, and minor ward maintenance. How have you been handling these responsibilities?
I've worked late every day, on my own.
I've searched for patterns in the demons' strategy, trying to work smarter.
I've created an elaborate piece of Craft to do most of the work for me.
I'm working in a team with my colleagues.
Stats posted:
John Cavendish
Charm: 72%
Craft: 37%
Cunning: 11%
Determination: 20%
Sleep: 72%
Gunner: 32% Socialite: 68%
Soul: 2447
Debt: 82000
Ngabe: 37%
Chen: 52%
Wakefield: 64%
Vega: 35%
Varkath: 40%
Nebuchadnezzar: 20%
Stone: 20%
A brief guide to the Choice of the Deathless statblock:
Charm: Your personal style, savoir faire, empathy, and social acumen.
Craft: Your facility with the sorcerous Craft, used for magical battles and a range of professional tasks.
Cunning: Your native cunning, wit, and raw intellectual ability.
Determination: Your bullheaded determination, will to power, and stick-to-it-iveness. Everything your hypothetical football coach wanted you to "bring onto the field."
Socialite / Gunner: Are you clawing for advantage, desperate for work experience, eager to gain partners' approval? Or are you more of a people person?
Sleep: The less you sleep, the harder everything is.
Soul: The Craft can accomplish miracles—or great blasphemies—so long as you have the soulstuff with which to fuel it.
Debt: Your student loans are a daily drain on your life and sanity.
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Aug 25, 2014 03:46
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- paragon1
- Nov 22, 2010
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FULL COMMUNISM NOW
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Yeah our stats in everything else are abysmal so work with a team
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Aug 25, 2014 03:54
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- RickVoid
- Oct 21, 2010
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There is no I in Team.
Meat, yes. Me, right. Mate, okay.
But no I.
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Aug 25, 2014 04:24
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- Automatic Slim
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Work Smarter.
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Aug 25, 2014 04:45
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- Lokapala
- Jan 6, 2013
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I don't think we have enough cunning to do anything remotely smart. Team effort it is!
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Aug 25, 2014 15:28
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- yamiaainferno
- Jun 30, 2013
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Work smart, not hard.
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Aug 25, 2014 16:10
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- Lazaruise
- Jan 25, 2009
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Well thats just great posted:
Many hands make light work, and one advantage of working with a big firm like Varkath Nebuchadnezzar is that you have many hands available.
Of course, working so closely with others reduces your chance of looking like a hero, but there are more important things than heroism. Success, for example. You spend hours combing through the contract-wall, comparing it point by point to the written descriptions of the deal Transdimensional Thaumaturgics offered you.
This is a bigger version of the classic summoning contract, in the same way a container ship is a bigger fishing boat. The principle's the same, at least. Demons hail from a realm parallel to your own; local laws of physics don't bind them. When offering demons a path into your own reality, a good summoner can define their powers to exceed those of most humans. But if demons could pass into your world without a clear contract, they would lack limits—singularities of possibility striding unrestrained across continents. And singularities are bad. A few demons were unleashed back during the God Wars, and the world still shudders from the consequences.
So you review the deal again. And again.
And, at three o'clock in the morning, you say the words no one connected with the Craft ever wants to say, or hear.
"Huh. That's funny."
You barely trust your own eyes. Fortunately you have another pair to hand. Cass Chen is also working late. "Hey, Cass. Can you take a look at this?"
She flies over from her portion of the wall. These last few months haven't worn well on Cass. She has dark circles under her eyes, and her face looks strained. "What's the problem?"
You show her.
There's a hole in the wall. A tiny hole, but demons don't need much room to wriggle through.
"We need to tell someone about this," she says.
You nod, and rise into the real world.
You stumble back into your own skin. Flesh fits tight after freedom, and your wrist hurts like hell. Mouth dry, world whirling, you turn for the door. Have to grope twice in the dark to find the handle.
You wander down the ghost-lit hallway outside, looking for someone, anyone. Soon, you find Vega: Halcyon Vega y Alatriste, elegant, tall, slim, dark-eyed and vicious, lately of counsel and a rapid climber in the firm. He's in charge of the warding project, among other things.
He seems shaken, perhaps by the look on your face. "What's happened?"
"I found something."
"We found something."
I lie. "Nothing's wrong."
"What's wrong with you? You look tense."
Stats posted:
John Cavendish
Charm: 72%
Craft: 37%
Cunning: 11%
Determination: 20%
Sleep: 72%
Gunner: 29% Socialite: 71%
Soul: 2447
Debt: 82000
Ngabe: 37%
Chen: 52%
Wakefield: 64%
Vega: 35%
Varkath: 40%
Nebuchadnezzar: 20%
Stone: 20%
A brief guide to the Choice of the Deathless statblock:
Charm: Your personal style, savoir faire, empathy, and social acumen.
Craft: Your facility with the sorcerous Craft, used for magical battles and a range of professional tasks.
Cunning: Your native cunning, wit, and raw intellectual ability.
Determination: Your bullheaded determination, will to power, and stick-to-it-iveness. Everything your hypothetical football coach wanted you to "bring onto the field."
Socialite / Gunner: Are you clawing for advantage, desperate for work experience, eager to gain partners' approval? Or are you more of a people person?
Sleep: The less you sleep, the harder everything is.
Soul: The Craft can accomplish miracles—or great blasphemies—so long as you have the soulstuff with which to fuel it.
Debt: Your student loans are a daily drain on your life and sanity.
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Aug 26, 2014 10:07
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- Readingaccount
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Law of the jungle
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We
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Aug 26, 2014 10:19
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- Automatic Slim
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There is no I in "team", but you sure as hell can't spell it without "me".
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Aug 26, 2014 10:25
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- vetinari100
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> Make her pay.
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We found something.
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Aug 26, 2014 10:28
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- Ghostwoods
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Say "Cheese!"
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We.
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Aug 26, 2014 12:10
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- 100 HOGS AGREE
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Grimey Drawer
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Lie
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Aug 26, 2014 12:50
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- Dav
- Nov 6, 2009
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Hey, guy whose screw-up we might have just found, why do you look so tense?
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Aug 26, 2014 13:54
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- Added Space
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Free Markets
Free People
Curse you Hayard-Gunnes!
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I have to think about myself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eDXscSwjo0
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Aug 26, 2014 14:50
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- Lokapala
- Jan 6, 2013
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What's wrong with you, Mr. Potentially Taking Credit for my work?
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Aug 26, 2014 15:03
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- Lazaruise
- Jan 25, 2009
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Hur Hurr Hurr Hurrrrr posted:
"There's a hole in the web," you say. "Looks like the contract isn't as complete as we thought."
You didn't think his brow could furrow much deeper. "Does it look like the demons know?"
"No."
"We'll bring it up at the morning meeting," he says. "And. John. Good job. Get some rest, okay?"
"You could use some, too."
"Thanks."
"I'm not leaving yet. There's still work to do."
Stats posted:
John Cavendish
Charm: 72%
Craft: 37%
Cunning: 11%
Determination: 20%
Sleep: 72%
Gunner: 27% Socialite: 73%
Soul: 2447
Debt: 82000
Ngabe: 37%
Chen: 52%
Wakefield: 64%
Vega: 35%
Varkath: 40%
Nebuchadnezzar: 20%
Stone: 20%
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Aug 26, 2014 22:38
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- RickVoid
- Oct 21, 2010
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Summarily dismissed after finding something really dangerous in the thing this guy has been working on? Not suspicious at all.
I'm not going anywhere, thanks.
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Aug 27, 2014 00:57
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- Readingaccount
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Law of the jungle
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Keep grinding. Sleep is for the dead.
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Aug 27, 2014 02:21
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- Maylo
- Nov 5, 2010
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You could use some, too
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Aug 27, 2014 02:27
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- Nyaa
- Jan 7, 2010
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Like, Nyaa.
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Keep going
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Aug 27, 2014 02:37
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- Automatic Slim
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Keep going.
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Aug 27, 2014 03:36
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- Lazaruise
- Jan 25, 2009
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Sleep is for the weak posted:
"Fair enough," he says. "Well. Looks like I need to prepare for the meeting tomorrow. I'll see you then."
He walks off down the hallway, leaving you alone, with your work.
The next morning you meet the client in a nightmare.
It's a straightforward nightmare as these things go: an immense scaly thousand-footed beast lies belly-up, and a table rests on a stretch of its stomach. You and the others sit on the beast's upturned feet.
Everyone's here: Damien Stone, the name partner in charge of the case, a heavy, dark Craftsman in his late sixties; Vega, in pressed suit jacket; Cass Chen; you. Not to mention the client himself, an executive of Transdimensional Thaumaturgics, a thin pale man in a black suit. You know him only as John Smith.
The world warps around him, and the stuff of nightmares bends
The meeting wheels through old business to new. Smith watches with cold black eyes, and seems almost bored, not at all as if your work is the only barrier between his firm and demonic invasion.
At last, Stone clears his throat, leans forward in his chair, cracks his knuckles, and asks if anyone has new business.
"In fact," Vega says. "Last night, I discovered a weakness in the contract. A minor hole, related somehow to definitions of ownership. I'll send you the details. We will need any documents you can provide connected with this manner."
"Of course," Smith says. Smith's voice is so ordinary you don't so much hear his words so much as assume them. "I'll have the documents sent."
And that's all. No mention of your discovery. No mention of Cass. Across the table, you see Chen swell with rage. Vega's taken your thunder, and hers as well.
She opens her mouth.
I stay silent. Let Cass hang.
I correct Vega's claim myself.
I try to distract her.
Stats posted:
John Cavendish
Charm: 72%
Craft: 37%
Cunning: 11%
Determination: 20%
Sleep: 65%
Gunner: 34% Socialite: 66%
Soul: 2447
Debt: 82000
Ngabe: 37%
Chen: 52%
Wakefield: 64%
Vega: 35%
Varkath: 40%
Nebuchadnezzar: 20%
Stone: 20%
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- paragon1
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FULL COMMUNISM NOW
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Distract her Nothing good can come from arguing in front of a client while one of your bosses is in the room.
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