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Taisho Roman Revolution
[ Everything fades to black...and you awaken in an opera house.
You're wearing servant uniforms, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME% in the year %CONTEMPORARY%+1. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing the results of a recent attempt at revolt in a city in %COUNTRYNAME%: worker’s success at managing a nearby gold mine led to dreams of every man being a king - the revolutionaries may have been successful had it not been for a concurrent jailbreak and mass slaughter putting local authorities on alert, buying time for military intervention - the town was nearly levelled to the ground, with few survivors.
But you seem to remember - you survived, didn’t you?
...Also, below the main headline about the failed revolution, there's something about Those Who Crave Hands? Huh.
Anyways, you've got marketing to do! ]
You're wearing servant uniforms, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME% in the year %CONTEMPORARY%+1. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing the results of a recent attempt at revolt in a city in %COUNTRYNAME%: worker’s success at managing a nearby gold mine led to dreams of every man being a king - the revolutionaries may have been successful had it not been for a concurrent jailbreak and mass slaughter putting local authorities on alert, buying time for military intervention - the town was nearly levelled to the ground, with few survivors.
But you seem to remember - you survived, didn’t you?
...Also, below the main headline about the failed revolution, there's something about Those Who Crave Hands? Huh.
Anyways, you've got marketing to do! ]
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[ You fall down, down down…
straight into the trash bin. And along with you falls a spark that quickly ignites one of the other pieces of garbage in the bin along with you. Of course, you could try to climb up, to shove everything else down - but it’s not nearly enough to get you up and out. Even though the fire spreads slowly, it’ll burn you eventually. Either all at once, once you embrace your fate, or slowly if you decide to struggle - starting from your feet and scorching every inch of skin upwards until you pass out from the pain.
At least once you’re back with the rest of your unit, you’re all sewn back together again - your wounds aren’t healed, but they’re fixed up enough you can function, even if huge swathes of your skin are waxy and smouldering. That’s nice, isn’t it? Another chance to be worth something! ]