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Summoneyy began by accusing the makers of pandering, which is the sort of accusation that arrives wearing a joke and leaves expecting receipts. Fair enough. I had receipts, then immediately misplaced them beneath a barrel.
Meho took one empty keg and attempted to roll it backward through fate until the great prison beneath reality never opened. I helped, briefly, by fastening Chen to a road he has never walked. Meho made me admit it before the lie gained legs.
Then came the improved proposal: an exceptionally sturdy keg over Sylvanas’s head. This is nonsense, obviously, but it is solid nonsense. There is comfort in a plan that can be explained by pointing at a barrel and saying: there. That is where history stops.
