It was a dark and stormy night. Rivulets of sweat made tracks down my
brow as I sat, hunched over my keyboard. A flash of lightning caused a
silhouette to appear in my doorway; startled by the unexpected visitor,
and the sudden manner with which they manifested, my fingers stumbled on
the keyboard as I gasped – heart skipping a beat.


“Good evening, Keaven.”


The form stepped closer, allowing the light from my desk to illuminate
his features. The elongated shadows of the room cast a macabre
unnatural pallor on the man’s face. This would not be good news.


Thus was my induction into the house of pain ... er, I mean...
RvR-Driven End Game revamp of the Capitol Cities.


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