Final Transcribed Transmission of Land Raider Izod, designated transport of Captain Tobias 125.817.M41 1827 Hours Operational Theater: Rheelas Tobias: “Squad Alpha, get me a visual on the other side of that grain depot. If we lose the rations,

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As the cruel winter subsides, one last cold front moves in to rock Upper Minnesota.  Will our intrepid entrepreneurs be able to cross the perilous roads and find their target, or will the cruel wheels of fate smash them into the pavement?

There comes a time in every notable life when one must choose to use their strengths to pursue either wealth or their convictions. With luck, one might find the former while chasing the latter, but the latter almost always dissipates in the search for ...

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Things were nice and peaceful in the goblins’ village. They lived on the remains of a human summer camp, enjoying their moldy leftovers and abandoned cabins. Their simple lives are disrupted when a tiny robot throws a poster on their wall offering fabu...