Alabaster: The Doomed Session - BACK FROM THE DEAD IN 2023

ALABASTER UPDATE: A NEW LEADER, 2




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MP: ҐhaҐ's righҐ. DespiҐe my naҐural reservatҐions given recenҐ revelatҐons... We all saw you schooling Ґhis all-new recruiҐ. We all saw you ╙ighҐing. We beaҐ a ResidenҐ ҐogeҐher. And wiҐh RhapsodisҐ gone, you are Ґhe only God Ґier remaining in Ґhe game.
PR: Such thoughtful blandyshment ys most apprecyated, but yt v-vyll not succeed. My very celestyal nature v-vould lead us to hubrys. V-Ve need one fayr v-varryor v-vhose legs touch the ground.
PR: Furthermore...
PR: "Natural reservatyons". Thou have a v-vay v-vyth v-vords.
PR: Y knov-v thou don't trust me. Y v-vould not guyde a troll v-vho doubt theyr ov-vn moyrayl.
MP: Are you sure?
PR: Those are my fynal v-vords.
MP: Ґhen I voҐe Azeban.
UM: AM Î ôbsêrvîng A MôdîfîcAtîôn ôf yôûr prêvîôûs pôsîtîôns?
MP: I may have lacked ҐrusҐ buҐ we boҐh made bad choices.
MP: And you're noҐ Ґhe one here who Ґried Ґo Ґhrow me ouҐ.
PR: ...
UP: Gin! Be nice!
MP: Sorry.
MP: BuҐ I am a soldier, I wanҐ an o╙╙icer.




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PR: Our optyons are many.
MP: NoҐ so much, no. As you said, iҐ would be complicaҐed Ґo have you leading me.
PR: Nor do Y wysh the crov-vn.
MP: So iҐ leaves Sallie, Sec-Sec, Renny.
UM: Why nôt yôûrsêlf, thôûgh?
MP: I Ґrained ╙or in╙anҐry. You're Ґhe one who spenҐ your enҐire li╙e sҐudying Ґhe leading classes.
MP: Now leҐ's proceed by eliminaҐion.
PR: Such choyce of v-vords ys most questyonable yn our states of affayrs.
MP: SecҐra is hesiҐanҐ. Sallie is ouҐ o╙ Ґhe quesҐion.
MP: IҐ leaves only Ґhe Red.
UP: Ren is ♠ good ide♠! =:)ɸɸɸ




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PR: V-Vhyle Y entyrely entrust the Artysan, thys nev-v development rayses a lot of questyons.
MP: Please, BaҐori.
MP: You almosҐ killed me. Please make Ґhe righҐ choice now.
PR: Thy vehement parlance ys venom to my ears. Stryke, cruel destyny and fyssure of the gem. Stryke, justyce from the deep and thunder of angels. V-Vhyle v-ve endure the squall and must steer at the v-vynd, v-vould thou yn any case start harvestyng some fayth?
UM: WhAt kînd ôf MêtAphôr Arê wê spînnîng AgAîn?
PR: Yet Y do consyder the board layd before me and Y can dystynguysh pertynence yn some speeches.
PR: My pryzed Artysan. The honour shall be thy.
PR: Lead us through the skyrmyshes. Guyde us ynto the storm.




Renart: Think.



The world seems to conspire to bring you to grandeur. Maybe it's ample time you stop pulling the strings from behind the proverbial curtain.

You have it in your blood. You are nobility.

And with this helpful role, you will keep them on track.




Renart: Accept.




UM: Îf nêcêssîty cAlls, ît wîll bê My hônôûr.
UP: Y♠Y!
PR: Thou can nov-v demonstrate all of thy qualytyes.
MP: Ґhanks. Now Ґo our nexҐ missions.
UM: Hêrîtôr, yôû shAll rêMAîn ôn yôûr Têrrîtôry, tô kêêp fôrtîyîng.
MP: GoҐcha.
UM: SêctrA, yôû nêêd tô Assîst SAllîê în êntêrîng thê gAMê...
UP: On it!





Sallie & Sectra: Start tutorial.




UP: Hey nice! You ♠re finished with the lo♠ding!
UR: grumbl≠.
UP: Oh don't be so sour! It's for your own good!
UP: We ♠re the ones with the right to be ♠ngry, you know?
UR: o-k w≠ ar≠ conn≠ct≠d now.
UP: Nice!
UP: Let's see wh♠t we c♠n get from the M♠chineriel Ephemeris!