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Jack Robinson
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Your plane soars over the Swiss countryside, which is quickly becoming a barren wasteland. Fires dot the landscape, and even from your great height, you can see the mass of cars and people desperately trying to escape. The entire world is enduring this same struggle as the armies of hell wash over the land.
"Attention: we will be disembarking promptly. Windows will now be covered to avoid identification of HQ's location," the pilot says over the intercom. Black, opaque plastic slides over the windows. A few minutes later, the plane descends. You and around one hundred other WSA agents have arrived. There is a slight jolt as the plane lands, and a few seconds later, the plastic barriers open up. You're just outside a very fancy looking mansion, complete with gorgeous gardens, a black iron fence, and groundskeepers. .
"Disembark quickly," says the pilot, "The Council wants to meet with all of you. Good luck, and godspeed."
The doors to the plane slide open. You see a few men and women in suits approach your plane. They're already motioning for you to accompany them. You know none of these people, but you know what they are. Their purple suits mark them as Imminent Viceroys, the elite agents assigned to each Council Member. This really is it.
You've arrived.
@Kurogane86 @PoetLore @TreasureSniper
"Attention: we will be disembarking promptly. Windows will now be covered to avoid identification of HQ's location," the pilot says over the intercom. Black, opaque plastic slides over the windows. A few minutes later, the plane descends. You and around one hundred other WSA agents have arrived. There is a slight jolt as the plane lands, and a few seconds later, the plastic barriers open up. You're just outside a very fancy looking mansion, complete with gorgeous gardens, a black iron fence, and groundskeepers. .
"Disembark quickly," says the pilot, "The Council wants to meet with all of you. Good luck, and godspeed."
The doors to the plane slide open. You see a few men and women in suits approach your plane. They're already motioning for you to accompany them. You know none of these people, but you know what they are. Their purple suits mark them as Imminent Viceroys, the elite agents assigned to each Council Member. This really is it.
You've arrived.
@Kurogane86 @PoetLore @TreasureSniper
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