Research Registries - FINANCE Week 12
Introduction For Research Registries
For years you were known as "Stallion Jack," a highwayman by trade who gallantly
relieved carriage passengers of their worldly possessions.
Suddenly, a huge clap of thunder
shakes the sky, and a fiery bolt of lightning strikes nearby.
Then one of the giants stepped
forward, confessing he traded some of the beans in storage for human gold coins that he
wanted for his collection.
Someone sent this plague south, and the northern warlocks are
following behind, wiping out any resistance as they roll through the country to take it all as
their own.
During one of your missions, you discover Earth on long-range scanners and
decide to investigate.
But when your magical plant begins hiding around the house, your
mother's warning echoes throughout your thoughts.
"We should probably follow him." You
begrudgingly agree. You always enjoy watching them, but one day you notice a fox hiding in
the bushes, creeping up to get them.
It might be a little immoral, but it is better to know
versus not knowing.
These weekly trips have become a complete dead end, and you are
becoming increasingly frustrated with your loveless life.
You and a group of survivors
discover a large underground bunker stocked with enough provisions to sustain you for
decades underground.
No one knows what to expect.
Now, please make sure that this
episode is entertaining.
Suddenly, the shard flies out of your trench coat and falls down a
storm grate on the other side of the alley.
Whatever is going on, for some reason, you trust
her, and you're determined to save her.
Minutes turn into hours, and soon your fortune is no more.
The next week she
shoots the video, even though you beg your sister to reconsider, fearing the consequences of
working with such a sketchy brand.
On the other hand, women are relieved from the
household tasks and low-paid work that have bound them for generations, and are
becoming ever more involved in the outside world.
You open your eyes when you hear the
snap of a twig in the dead of night.
You are the captain of an explorer vessel seeking ways to
increase the size and strength of the empire.
After ten thousand years of peace, a utopian
society decides to finally stop covering historical wars in history classes.
If you get assigned
to the fryolator one more time, you are going to lose it.
You are one such survivor and are
alone, moving like a nomad across the wasteland.
You slam it shut and throw the box into a
donation pile, quickly moving on to another task.
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