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“It's over,” Null muttered to no one in particular.
The year is 2032. The Kiwi Times has long been declared a terrorist publication and the final printing presses, hidden in the bowels of the Lithuanian earth, deep in a reinforced bunker below Vilnius have been destroyed by a tactical nuclear strike. He was ready for this, though; it had been a matter of when, not if. It always was. He hoped Ramūnas had made it out in time, but found solace in the surety that even if he hadn't, at least a few troons had been near ground zero. He'd chosen the caverns beneath the gender clinic as KT's base of operations for a reason, after all. Stoically he watches the mushroom cloud rising on the horizon, painting the sky an otherworldly green, then turns and unlocks the gate to the stables. The Pony Express rides again.
We would like to acknowledge that this hole is established on the traditional and vibrantly coloured land of Don Cherry. We recognize the many years of service and garishly coloured joy he has brought us here on Turtle Island. May we continue to celebrate the spirit of Don Cherry's land with respect and appreciation.
Nous tenons à reconnaître que ce trou est établi sur le terrain traditionnel et aux couleurs vives de Don Cherry. Nous reconnaissons les nombreuses années de service et la joie aux couleurs criardes qu'il nous a apportées ici sur l'Île de la Tortue. Puissions-nous continuer à célébrer l'esprit de la terre de Don Cherry avec respect et appréciation.
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“It's over,” Null muttered to no one in particular.
The year is 2032. The Kiwi Times has long been declared a terrorist publication and the final printing presses, hidden in the bowels of the Lithuanian earth, deep in a reinforced bunker below Vilnius have been destroyed by a tactical nuclear strike. He was ready for this, though; it had been a matter of when, not if. It always was. He hoped Ramūnas had made it out in time, but found solace in the surety that even if he hadn't, at least a few troons had been near ground zero. He'd chosen the caverns beneath the gender clinic as KT's base of operations for a reason, after all. Stoically he watches the mushroom cloud rising on the horizon, painting the sky an otherworldly green, then turns and unlocks the gate to the stables. The Pony Express rides again.
“We are so back.”
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