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Hello citizens of Paixao and those in between worlds. I am Marcus Praetoris, and I have decided, rather last minute, to submit my name for the upcoming elections. I came to this decision when I sat outside my home and took a look at those moving through the streets. I found that I was troubled by how our city has grown and changed so extraordinary as time has gone on, and we have shifted far from our customs because of our lack of leadership.

This is wrong.

With this election, I believe that it’s time we return to the traditions that we know to be true in our hearts. Please, my citizens, stand by me so that we may reclaim our city and nourish it back to its proper standing.

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You're excused, or at least you should be.

I see. We will be having problems, then?

Where did you come from? I don't sleep. I listen to drums every night and they get louder and louder. Those drums never stop from growing louder and louder, but I never fail to hear what's around me. I never heard you. I never heard of you, but more importantly, I never heard you. Smelled you. Saw you.

WHERE. DID YOU. COME FROM?

I live here. I have always lived here. You did not hear me, because I did not previously find the courage to voice my opinion.

You're not listening to me. LISTEN.

You had a voice before this. You talked before this. But you haven't. I haven't heard you. I haven't heard you, and you haven't been heard, and I haven't heard you, and you haven't been heard, and I haven't heard you, and you haven't been hearNNNRGH. [slight crash of plates]

YOU WILL NOT WIN.

I'm... sorry. I do not believe I understand you...

Whatever you're a part of, it's ending because you made the biggest mistake.

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