"Place it next to the Fighting Pit," Arthur ordered, waving his hand as the building materialized out of thin air. "The brawlers need shiny things to hit or they’ll start eyeing the town hall again."
"Everyone, prepare for the inevitable demise!" Arthur shouted into a megaphone. Fantasy.Town.Regional.Manager.v28.11.2021.rar
"Regional Manager!" the town's crier shouted. "A localized apocalypse is scheduled for 3:00 PM!" "Place it next to the Fighting Pit," Arthur
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: "A localized apocalypse is scheduled for 3:00 PM
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.
"Alright," he muttered, "v29.11.2021. Let’s try building more houses this time."