Step 1 was the containers.
Step 2 is the lockers.
Step 3 is the players.
And then, once we have seized the sociophilosophical opioid that is ‘The Burden of Arms’, we slip an innocuous article into the upcoming map pool. An entry defined by its ubiquity. Its absolute domination of the genre. New lines are drawn, power placed in the hands of the deserving, but not the worthy.
Yes, yes, you see it now, don’t you?
Doors are locked, sickly miasma swelling like an insidious beast beneath the cold concrete flesh, and upon the blood-slick cobbles of a bygone era shall we erect a bastion of gates and fields and cameras.
And as those who would name themselves liberator are forced into hiding, taking new names, the status quo shall descend exalted upon the masses as though some vast and cosmic bird of prey.
You see it, now, and yet you are too late! The wheels are already in motion! The economy shall be laid Joseph waste and the beginning shall begin again, rife with sucrose and artifice fruits.
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