"Regional Manager!" the town's crier shouted. "A localized apocalypse is scheduled for 3:00 PM!"
Suddenly, the sky turned a deep, bruised purple. The "Threat Meter" at the edge of his vision began to pulse rhythmically.
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. Fantasy.Town.Regional.Manager.v28.11.2021.rar
"Alright," he muttered, "v29.11.2021. Let’s try building more houses this time."
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. "Regional Manager
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.
"Everyone, prepare for the inevitable demise!" Arthur shouted into a megaphone. As the first meteors began to strike, Arthur didn't panic
"Sir," a sweaty laborer panted, "the brawlers are complaining that the new library is too quiet. They’ve started a bonfire with the spellbooks."