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  1. Dwig produced a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. They were normal looking aviator sunglasses, but they had an uplink to his phone and had a HUD that could zoom and enhance, as well as provide a bit of information about objects. He studied the bracelet for a second, then spoke "Aye, it is."
  2. @Lord Meeker
  3. Dwig stepped up and followed.
  4. '"Somebody better do something about this fake news situation" SAYS TOP GOVERNMENT OFFICAL (Yes it exists Craftsmen. Do not deny it)' From three years ago. A note on the bottom of the web page read: 'Disclaimer: This edtion of Anonymous Times was written by a team of writers that can see 3 years into the future'
  5. Dwig raised an eyebrow. He spun his chair around a few times, then emailed the Craftsmen a link to a news article whose headline read: 'OASIS ACCORDS APPROVED BY A MAJORITY, ALLEYVERSE GOVERNMENT TO EXIST' It was dated just under a year ago.
  6. Dwig called Mack. "Listen, friend. The idea of a trader's union is a good one, but not to undermine the government. Look how much we stand to gain with a government in place. Tax cuts, contracts, a stable monetary system, for Harmony's sake! And if we do unionize, we can demand this stuff from the government. The lawmakers good people, or at least they try to be. The Alleyverse needs a government. " Dwig looked out the window. "Look at what they've done so far," he said quietly "Look at the amount of construction that has occured since the government was instituted. They have already done good for the city. They really do care." @MacThorstenson
  7. The man who had forgotten his own name strode down the busy thoroughfare of Alley 3.1415, nodding to denizens he recognized. He took a left, then a right, then a left again, went down some stairs, through a busy lab and came back out into Alley 3.1415. He had known where to go since this... whenever he had been woken up from stasis in Alley 0.QXD. A faceless person had handed him a small vial containing an F-copper spike, along with a small coppermind loaded with directions calibrated to the exact dimensional fequency he needed to pick up the item. He arrived at a french door mounted directly to a gutter. He opened it and stepped out of a file cabinet in the Archives section. He closed the cabinet and breathed in. The familiar smell of rotting flesh hit his nostrils, along with hints of formaldehyde and burnt paper. If his directions were correct, the item he needed was in the next cabinet over. He yanked a drawer open and lifted a small box out and opened it. Inside was a blood spattered manila folder, a spike vial and a cookie. He grabbed the envolope and the cookie, leavig the vial for another unfortunate soul. He tapped Fortune and started yanking drawers open. Eventually he found one that contianed a gateway leading to his office. He jumped in.
  8. 'Ahead by a Century' by The Tragicly Hip starts playing.
  9. My pet theories are: 4. The Sunmaker 5. An Ardent during the H-whatever thingy.
  10. "All sorts." the receptionist said pleasantly," Handheld assult weaponry, half-Shards, some Power forged items. We can also do custom orders. Now, if you're inquiring on behalf of a guild, I can set up a meeting with one of our consultants.
  11. You thought you could win, but it was ME who really won.
  12. It's a refrence to the YouTube channel CallMeKevin.
  13. More like Bore: Ragnarok, am I right?
  14. "Touchy today aren't we, Tena?" Dwig asked "Anyway happpy weddings. Ciera said she would be here later, whatever that means." He wandered over to the rest of the people.
  15. Dapper frowned, just now remembering that the Order of Forumlurkers were traditonally very shy. They were lurkers for Harmony's sake. He sighed, "Anyone else want the position?"
  16. "Ahhh. I get it." The disenbodied voice fires a diembodied finger gun at the other voice, accidentally causing mass genocide of a mime subspeices. "Great, I'll go and recruit some SCP nerds so we won't have other departments understaffed."
  17. "Is there like, a DA version of the SCP Foundation?" a disembodied voice asks.
  18. Dwig was unfazed by Tena's glare. He had seen worse. Granted, not by much, but still worse. "Ya see, Tony, now you have a gambler name; Old Man Tony."
  19. A turbocopter landed nearby. This model wasn't like the military versions that had been seen flying around Trident Tower like so many bugs. It was decked out in Trident Manufacturing livery and had the company's logo emblazoned on the door. The door of the aircraft slid open, and Dwig stepped out, wearing a fine suit, hair pulled back. In place of his usual duster, he wore a fine black trench coat that went well with his suit. "I love weddings! And this one in particular." he nodded to Tony "Hello, old man." he said, using his new nickname for the man.
  20. Have you ever considered an alliance with the Knights Akward?
  21. Dapper regarded the new arrival with confusion. "We are without a leader." he said sadly, "For she leaves on long journeys of the spirit " he gestured to Mistrunner "That's her." Dapper turned to the rest of the Knights "Therefore I nominate Forumlurker, of the Order of Forumlurkers as our new leader!" Well done, Dapper, his spren, Jailbreak, whispered, now you can speak the Words "I-I" Dapper stumbled "I will know the pains of my characters, and in doing so make them stronger!" Booklight exploded around him and his characters seemed more solid, somehow, as if they we're closer to being real.
  22. Dwig stood from his chair in his luxurious office atop Trident Tower and looked out over the Alleycity. The reconstruction had gone well over the past year. New skyscrapers had grown up, Trident Tower among them. Some of the older buildings, which had become derelict in the 18 years since they were damaged in the Seven Day War, had been rebuilt in creative ways. He tore his gaze away from the window and walked to the elevator. He pressed the lobby button and tapped his foot to the groovy elevator music. The elevator doors slid open and Dwig walked out onto the lobby’s shiny floor. He strode to the doors and pushed them open, walking onto the stage that had been set up. “Ahem, hello everyone,” he said to the crowd gathered on the street, which had been closed for the occasion. “I’d like to welcome you all to the dedication of the Alleycity’s newest skyscraper; Trident Tower. The tower itself has been open for some time, but it has gone undedicated for that time. But, the poor tower will have to go undedicated for a bit longer. Before dedicating this tower, I’d like to thank everyone who supported the idea of Trident Manufacturing, those first investors, those who saw something more in the company I proposed. I would also like to thank the Ghostbloods, for supporting this venture, indirectly. Finally, I want to thank the Alleyzon corporation,” Dwig pointed towards the Alleyzon Tower, across the city. “for deciding to accept the contract I proposed. Now, the tower can get dedicated.” Dwig cleared his throat and continued “This tower is dedicated to everyone who works Trident Manufacturing, everyone who, every day, brings ideas to life. This company has grown exponentially in the last year, in no small part due to the workers, the engineers, and the magic users that work here. I cannot thank you enough, but I hope this tower’s dedication will suffice, for now.” Dwig grinned, dropped the mic, and snapped his fingers. Lights burst into life along the tower’s length, transforming into colors and designs.
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