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[staticnotsound]

All right, all right. I already know what this is all about -- or, at least, however much one can know what Discedo is all about anyway, but that's besides the point. How depressing it can be, how it gets you down. The good, the bad. Hell, I could go on

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[libertyfuckyeah]

Marshall Street... you mean my embassy? Of course it's still standing! Why wouldn't it be?

[staticnotsound]

...Your embassy?

[libertyfuckyeah]

Yeah! The American Embassy! As long as I'm here to help, may as well have an embassy, you know? Especially since so many of my people are here. Plus, the high school is Prussia's stomping ground. He'd throw a fit if I'd stayed there.

[staticnotsound]

...Well, it's not like I ever gave it a name anyway.

Room 303 still open?

[libertyfuckyeah]

Third floor's pretty much empty!

[staticnotsound]

Good. I wonder if all my stuff's still there. Fat chance, but eh.

[libertyfuckyeah]

Well I definitely haven't moved anything. But if you need anything else, I've got a donation box I always save for new people!

[staticnotsound]

I appreciate it. Sounds like you've been taking care of the place.

Good job. You got a name?

[libertyfuckyeah]

I try. Really, it's a shoddy representation of your abilities of helping other countries when you can't even take care of your own embassy!

I'm the United States of America! America for short, though. Capitalist country, hegemon of the world, and first one to the moon.

[staticnotsound]

Well, America. I'm Harry Mason. It's a pleasure to live at your embassy.

[libertyfuckyeah]

Pleasure's all mine, Harry Mason.