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[Early in the morning--perhaps one or two--there's a series of violent explosions that seem to originate in the residential elevator shaft. The elevator itself plummets--anyone unlucky enough to be inside is killed either by the explosion or the fall, although they won't be able to recall which due to apparent unconsciousness.

Jason sends this message not long after the explosions quiet down.]

WHAT have you lot done this time? Are you trying to crack the Tower in half? HOW did you even get explosives? Do you know what you've just DONE? This is going to be a mess. It's your own fault, but given I'm on babysitting duties, I'm going to do my best to fix this as quickly as possible. It'll still take a week or so, though.

Until then--well, maybe you should figure out which of your revolutionaries had THIS bright idea and give them a talking to, because pretty soon you're all going to find out what that explosion broke.

(There will be no NPC response to this post.)

Comments

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[morituramfides]

I'm only sad I didn't get to see it burn.

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[duplicitousringleader]

Now that's what I'm talking about. You tell 'em.

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[morituramfides]

Not much to tell, it sounds like, except that it must have been one hell of an explosion.

But it sounds like it's enough to make someone shake in their shoes.

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[duplicitousringleader]

It's got Jason running scared. Serves him right, the bastard.

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[morituramfides]

Almost as good as when he threw a tantrum over his body-swap fun going down the shitter.

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[duplicitousringleader]

Hah. The more tantrums that fucker throws, the better. It's good to know someone's getting to him.

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[morituramfides]

No kidding. All this shit about a witch hunt, I'd rather go shake the guy's hand.