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As the first meteors began to strike, Arthur didn't panic. He just reached into the ruins of the previous town and pulled out a shiny token he’d earned for "Attracting 10 Diviners." The world crumbled to dust. Total failure. Total ruin.
"Place it next to the Fighting Pit," Arthur ordered, waving his hand as the building materialized out of thin air. "The brawlers need shiny things to hit or they’ll start eyeing the town hall again."
Arthur brushed a bit of ash off his sleeve and stood up in a fresh, identical field. He reached for his spectral deck and pulled three new cards. Fantasy.Town.Regional.Manager.v28.11.2021.rar
Arthur adjusted his spectacles and looked down at the clip-board. He wasn't a wizard, a knight, or even a particularly brave tavern keep. He was the Regional Manager of the Adventurers Guild, and his current project, was already thirty minutes behind schedule.
"Sir," a sweaty laborer panted, "the brawlers are complaining that the new library is too quiet. They’ve started a bonfire with the spellbooks." As the first meteors began to strike, Arthur didn't panic
Arthur checked his watch. It was 2:58 PM. He looked at the town—the beautiful inns, the strategically placed watchtowers, and the adventurers currently looting each other’s pockets. It was a masterpiece of corporate fantasy planning.
"Everyone, prepare for the inevitable demise!" Arthur shouted into a megaphone. Total ruin
"Regional Manager!" the town's crier shouted. "A localized apocalypse is scheduled for 3:00 PM!"
