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[Suddenly, a section of the DR's main lobby looks very, very different. There are cool, silver mists swirling about, and much of the architecture looks as if it were lifted directly from 12th century France.
And amidst the whites and grays, there is the unmistakable shimmer of illustrious gold and the flush of wicked crimson - and the sound of impatiant, metalic tapping.
Atop a massive marble throne, a shrill-voiced god sits!]
Hear me, you lowly peasants! I, your esteemed overlord, desire many sweet fruits!
...And other such kingly offerings!
I desire them post-haste!
[Also, one may notice many cute and fuzzy animals wandering about in the mists as their imp-like keepers fail at keeping them.]
And amidst the whites and grays, there is the unmistakable shimmer of illustrious gold and the flush of wicked crimson - and the sound of impatiant, metalic tapping.
Atop a massive marble throne, a shrill-voiced god sits!]
Hear me, you lowly peasants! I, your esteemed overlord, desire many sweet fruits!
...And other such kingly offerings!
I desire them post-haste!
[Also, one may notice many cute and fuzzy animals wandering about in the mists as their imp-like keepers fail at keeping them.]