DIE HARD [1st Execution]
You are back on the shuttle. Those of you watching the signs outside will see bits and pieces of the trial, and bar graphs that exclusively favor Loremaster besides a few "undecided". The numbers, at least, favor the allegation that millions of people are voting in this. The shuttle takes you south, to the police station that a few of you have seen. Specifically, its horrific execution arena. And this is filled with an audience.
ZEALOT
[ Yes he's asking this because he is Wizard. ]
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Then the voice comes]
I have heard we're getting flooded with calls from entrepeneurs begging to sell popcorn during the trial, all because of what you said.
[That's delivered so flatly, hah]
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[He mumbles that to avoid saying that...somehow the Wizard has a point there, it really is capitalism at its finest, hah]
B-Besides this isn't entertainment! It's...
[Carnage. That's the word he'd use]
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[ He will always be blunt as usual though. ]
It's what, dear Zealot?
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[Still...]
But it must be done.
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[ Filing that info away for later. ]
But yes, the story must go on. For every good end, there are innumerable bad ones. Still that's the point of making it a show, Zealot. If a story must be repeated, one can at least make a little fun of it!
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[Why are there such extra people in this group, goodness gracious]
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[Says the guy who is clearly cooperating in broadcasting a murdergame to the population of the city. Clearly, for someone who isn't heartless, he still has the capability to do some not-very-moral stuff]