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Arthur sighed, marking a checkbox for Guild Conflict . This was the twenty-eighth iteration of this town since November. Every time they built a bustling hub, something went wrong. If it wasn't a dragon, it was a "threat spike" caused by a princess who decided to raise an army of vengeful squirrels because her favorite bakery ran out of scones. He pulled a card from his spectral deck:

"Regional Manager!" the town's crier shouted. "A localized apocalypse is scheduled for 3:00 PM!" Fantasy.Town.Regional.Manager.v28.11.2021.rar

"Everyone, prepare for the inevitable demise!" Arthur shouted into a megaphone. Arthur sighed, marking a checkbox for Guild Conflict

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. If it wasn't a dragon, it was a

Suddenly, the sky turned a deep, bruised purple. The "Threat Meter" at the edge of his vision began to pulse rhythmically.

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."