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*spits on the campfire* "Hey Carlos. What's the date man? Almost feels like November already." Carlos puts down his rifle and removes a tattered journal from his satchel. He flips for a moment before settling on a page. Suddenly he bursts into wild, unhinged laughter. A sound I haven't heard in years. "Good news brother! Good news! It's later than you think, later than you think...tomorrow...tomorrow, tomorrow is ELECTION DAY! I throw my head back and roar along with Carlos. Truly the signs are clear. Tomorrow we march on the Tower.
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*cautiously pushes tent flap aside* A hulking figure looms over a table piled high with fresh scalps. Some of them have their red hats still attached. The stench of gore is overwhelming. JEB! (snarling): What the gently caress do you want?
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