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Enforcing such laws in your own interests. Would it truly work, when it has failed for so long in this City?
Such mindless madness you indulge in. -
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Ah, yet another curse upon us? How familiar. I suggest that quarantines be set up as soon as possible, lest it affect you all. -
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How quiet it is lately, City. Could it be that yet another cycle of peace and complacency is upon us?
[Alias :: Isaac Butler :: Unhackable]
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My Lady Astaroshe, sincere apologies for being so tardy with this request. I would be very much honored if you will grace me with your presence for this evening's dinner. I remember I promised you this a few months back. -
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*It's already evening, and Isaak's immense lab is completely empty, but he isn't too perturbed, as he lights a clove and brings it to his lips, taking a long, slow drag, looking out the window.
Just another day of business.* -
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It was white lilies, wasn't it, that adorned the graves of the dead?
What flowers would you wear, dear citizens? -
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Has his price been determined yet, Herr Major? Perhaps I should start preparations. After all, a man in need of such vital functions will pay almost anything to have it returned.
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The walking dead once again? How truly convenient. Kindly refrain from stepping close to the tables - tsk, how rude.
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Surely you would have remembered, Maestro. The third, fourth, fifth - the finest waltzes ever written had been kept for the one with such vulgar wit. Tsk. A waste, was it not, that Strauss would rather not save it for an act much worth savoring.
Then again, it has always been the habit of ones like you and yours, has it not? Indulge me, citizens ( Read more... )