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As the first meteors began to strike, Arthur didn't panic. He just reached into the ruins of the previous town and pulled out a shiny token he’d earned for "Attracting 10 Diviners." The world crumbled to dust. Total failure. Total ruin.

Arthur sighed, marking a checkbox for Guild Conflict . This was the twenty-eighth iteration of this town since November. Every time they built a bustling hub, something went wrong. If it wasn't a dragon, it was a "threat spike" caused by a princess who decided to raise an army of vengeful squirrels because her favorite bakery ran out of scones. He pulled a card from his spectral deck: Fantasy.Town.Regional.Manager.v28.11.2021.rar

Arthur adjusted his spectacles and looked down at the clip-board. He wasn't a wizard, a knight, or even a particularly brave tavern keep. He was the Regional Manager of the Adventurers Guild, and his current project, was already thirty minutes behind schedule. As the first meteors began to strike, Arthur didn't panic

Arthur brushed a bit of ash off his sleeve and stood up in a fresh, identical field. He reached for his spectral deck and pulled three new cards. Total ruin

Arthur checked his watch. It was 2:58 PM. He looked at the town—the beautiful inns, the strategically placed watchtowers, and the adventurers currently looting each other’s pockets. It was a masterpiece of corporate fantasy planning.