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<blockquote data-quote="Relique du Madde" data-source="post: 5354598" data-attributes="member: 42169">Minutes later, after the crowd got settled, Premier Gibson approached the Union Hall's podium.&nbsp; The Premier wore a royal blue fur lined overcoat that appeared too small for his bulky frame.&nbsp; The premier glanced over the crowd for a brief moment before speaking, &quot;Brothers and Sisters of Local 310, I bring to you mixed blessings.&nbsp; Your local will be scheduled for relocation and integration int the core of our glorious city-state in the coming weeks. The relocation will be conducted in an orderly fashion and overseen by your local's supervisory board under the guidance of your board of executives.&quot;The premier paused so that the men and women standing on the dais behind him could give themselves a congratulatory round of applause.&nbsp; &quot;I must add that all current business permits will be rendered void during the relocation and you must reapply by the end of this business day to avoid having fees assessed onto your account.&quot;&nbsp; An audible groan is heard throughout the hall. &quot;I know its unfair, but it is written in our great Union's Book of Regulations in volume 20, Chapter 16, Section 3, Paragraph 91 so even I am not exempt from that regulation.&quot;The dais began to nod in agreement. &quot;Vice Chairman Burroughmeister, I believe you wanted to address your brothers and sisters.&nbsp; Am I correct?&quot;&nbsp; An rail-thin elderly man who sat toward the center of the dais stood before cautiously crossing to the podium.Lord Burroughmeister, steadied himself against podium and spoke in a harsh whisper.&nbsp; &quot;We are in a dire situation.&nbsp; Our convoy has become stranded in the desert between our City and Setenza, we require a caravan to retrieve the goods.&nbsp; Without the caravan's supplies, our local power station will be unable to supply energy to local 310, our clinic will run out of medicine, and our market's without food in two weeks.&nbsp; We will need volunteers to act as guards, laborers, drivers and a lift operator.&nbsp; If you are interested, come and speak with me.&nbsp; If not, you may leave this hall and go about your buisness.&quot;Almost immediately, the men and women on the dais began to exit the hall.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Relique du Madde, post: 5354598, member: 42169"] Minutes later, after the crowd got settled, Premier Gibson approached the Union Hall's podium. The Premier wore a royal blue fur lined overcoat that appeared too small for his bulky frame. The premier glanced over the crowd for a brief moment before speaking, [COLOR="Gray"][I]"Brothers and Sisters of Local 310, I bring to you mixed blessings. Your local will be scheduled for relocation and integration int the core of our glorious city-state in the coming weeks. The relocation will be conducted in an orderly fashion and overseen by your local's supervisory board under the guidance of your board of executives."[/I][/COLOR] The premier paused so that the men and women standing on the dais behind him could give themselves a congratulatory round of applause. "I must add that all current business permits will be rendered void during the relocation and you must reapply by the end of this business day to avoid having fees assessed onto your account." An audible groan is heard throughout the hall. [I][COLOR="Gray"]"I know its unfair, but it is written in our great Union's [I]Book of Regulations[/I] in volume 20, Chapter 16, Section 3, Paragraph 91 so even I am not exempt from that regulation."[/COLOR][/I] The dais began to nod in agreement. [I][COLOR="Gray"]"Vice Chairman Burroughmeister, I believe you wanted to address your brothers and sisters. Am I correct?"[/COLOR][/I] An rail-thin elderly man who sat toward the center of the dais stood before cautiously crossing to the podium. Lord Burroughmeister, steadied himself against podium and spoke in a harsh whisper. [COLOR="RoyalBlue"]"We are in a dire situation. Our convoy has become stranded in the desert between our City and Setenza, we require a caravan to retrieve the goods. Without the caravan's supplies, our local power station will be unable to supply energy to local 310, our clinic will run out of medicine, and our market's without food in two weeks. We will need volunteers to act as guards, laborers, drivers and a lift operator. If you are interested, come and speak with me. If not, you may leave this hall and go about your buisness."[/COLOR] Almost immediately, the men and women on the dais began to exit the hall. [/QUOTE]

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