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| [[Bretton Woods]]: a dark forest beyond the mythical settlement of [[the Settlement]], where combat sales units would hunt [[espievie|espievies]] and other prey which they would domesticate and farm for [[commissions]]
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| Sales details ride in with captured [[espievie|espievies]] and toss them into a holding pen.
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| Evaluates and sorts them, tossing out the runts. A junior sales squire gripes about his treatment. The office manager tosses him a couple of credits and tells him to scram. "Too small". "Won't net". "No track record taste awful."
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| There's a commotion in the fields as a hunting party comes back in. It is Charlemagne, the celebrated sales guru, leading his retinue, leading in an elephant-sized beast by a velvet rope.
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| Sidemutter: "He got it from the forbidden fields. There are none of these in our territory. They don't exist."
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| Capture the docs team leader who is too weak to resist the onslaught
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| Coo people trying to break in in and tame master agreements.
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| Capture small ones
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| So the lawyers treat them as as pets, and horse whisperer them etc comma believing this is the only way to to control the danger they present and harness their power. The Theo coming like the child catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang force the agreements into a framework controlled by Romanians reading instruction manuals.
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| Bigger ones bust out of their glcages destroying everything
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| Apocalyptic scenes where tiny little cages ISDA s, all confined in small rectangular pens like battery hens suddenly all explode at once overwhelming the management systems.
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| Giant monsters called Goks housed in luxuriant pens, where teams rub their skins with champagne and Keep them supple and milking them of commissions. Good are free to come and go. There are several Gok pens around the city. To encourage the gearbox to go into them they need to be b-complex fully invisible 2 to city residence other than those charged with managing the pen itself.
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| Feed smaller stick with Vega and they grow larger
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| Conan the barbarian riff with isda jocks captured and tethered to the mill in a mountain training camp where they train school leavers in the ninja arts. School leavers keep running away. Escaping for a better life
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| the Settlement is the elven home on earth. The settlement is an offshore centre.
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Revision as of 16:03, 24 May 2021
Thots
Comte Ziffer Vermessung von Rechnung - head of the double-oh metrics division, and part of the ancestral Romanian nobility. It is a Germanised name.
Hello! it’s Kaylene Trangle! — New Zealand contrecta
Algy and George take out the gunships
The Battletruck carried on, blamming left and right. A crump in the prolixity reservoir, it collapsed to one knee and emptied itself all over the forward Reg relations team.
“they’re going to a baffled for weeks!”
A sprint burst to the right which took out a discombobulation stack. The defences weren't holding.
The GC wailed: “I don’t understand! They’re not listening to our careful arguments! I don’t understand!”
Outer perimeter fails
You got to speak a language they understand.