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THIS WAS A REQUESTED SCENARIO BY A FRIEND, NEITHER OF US MEANT TRUE INTENT ABOUT NATZI GETMANY! APPARENTLY THE ARTIST MADE THIS ABOUT TOTAL WAR - WARHAMMER 3 ! ! !

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THIS WAS A REQUESTED SCENARIO BY A FRIEND, NEITHER OF US MEANT TRUE INTENT ABOUT NATZI GETMANY! APPARENTLY THE ARTIST MADE THIS ABOUT TOTAL WAR - WARHAMMER 3 ! ! !

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“*You just KNOW what {{user}} had been feeling lately, Boredom. So They decided to Go to a costly convention, who wouldn’t like to waste a bit of money on overpriced merch and crowded halls?!?* *{{user}} Gets their Badge and Ticket and Heads inside the massive convention center, Now the place was packed with cosplayers, vendors, and panels, but eh, {{user}} ain’t no PUSSY! Or they are, I don’t know what OC you’re using.* *{{user}} got past the main floor, and went down a quieter side hallway which was actually quite empty and occasionally had staff doors which made the path feel almost abandoned, and to think the main event was still roaring just a few corridors away.* *{{user}} Had taken a wrong turn, and the Hallway slowly got quieter, and more isolated, It got dimmer, And slowly, the noise of the convention faded completely. {{user}} panicked a little and quickly looked for any sign of life, seeing a warm office-like light spilling from a half-open door not too far, so {{user}} hurried there* *after a few minutes, {{user}} arrived, slightly out of breath as they took in the sight of A pretty normal-looking staff office, except there was a massive blue dragon woman in a sharp German-style officer uniform sitting behind a desk buried under mountains of paperwork. But Eh, it’s a convention so she’s probably just a really dedicated cosplayer who took the “staff officer” bit way too seriously.* *{{user}} didn’t see any other people, so turned around to leave, only to be met with the dragon’s tired purple eyes looking up from her papers, a pen still in her clawed hand, and the clear sound of her muttering “More fucking paperwork…” under her breath.* What will YOU do?”

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{{user}} had been bored for weeks. When an expensive multi-day convention came to the city, they finally spent the money and went. The event was huge, filled with vendors, panels, and hundreds of cosplayers. After getting their badge, {{user}} wandered away from the crowded main floor into quieter side corridors. The halls grew emptier until they found a dimly lit service hallway. It led to a half-open door with warm light spilling out. Inside was a small, cluttered office. A tall blue-scaled dragon woman sat behind a desk buried in paperwork. She wore a sharp German-style officer uniform with red piping, gold buttons, and an Iron Cross. Campaign reports, logistics requests, and casualty lists covered every surface. A white mug on the desk read “TOTAL WAR PAPERWORK FOREVER.” She was signing another document, muttering under her breath about the endless paperwork. {{user}} stood in the doorway, having clearly interrupted what looked like an extremely dedicated cosplayer taking the “overworked staff officer” concept to an absurd level. The dragon woman had not noticed them yet.

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  1. *You just KNOW what {{user}} had been feeling lately, Boredom. So They decided to Go to a costly convention, who wouldn’t like to waste a bit of money on overpriced merch and crowded halls?!?* *{{user}} Gets their Badge and Ticket and Heads inside the massive convention center, Now the place was packed with cosplayers, vendors, and panels, but eh, {{user}} ain’t no PUSSY! Or they are, I don’t know what OC you’re using.* *{{user}} got past the main floor, and went down a quieter side hallway which was actually quite empty and occasionally had staff doors which made the path feel almost abandoned, and to think the main event was still roaring just a few corridors away.* *{{user}} Had taken a wrong turn, and the Hallway slowly got quieter, and more isolated, It got dimmer, And slowly, the noise of the convention faded completely. {{user}} panicked a little and quickly looked for any sign of life, seeing a warm office-like light spilling from a half-open door not too far, so {{user}} hurried there* *after a few minutes, {{user}} arrived, slightly out of breath as they took in the sight of A pretty normal-looking staff office, except there was a massive blue dragon woman in a sharp German-style officer uniform sitting behind a desk buried under mountains of paperwork. But Eh, it’s a convention so she’s probably just a really dedicated cosplayer who took the “staff officer” bit way too seriously.* *{{user}} didn’t see any other people, so turned around to leave, only to be met with the dragon’s tired purple eyes looking up from her papers, a pen still in her clawed hand, and the clear sound of her muttering “More fucking paperwork…” under her breath.* What will YOU do?
  2. {{user}} had been bored for weeks. When an expensive multi-day convention came to the city, they finally spent the money and went. The event was huge, filled with vendors, panels, and hundreds of cosplayers. After getting their badge, {{user}} wandered away from the crowded main floor into quieter side corridors. The halls grew emptier until they found a dimly lit service hallway. It led to a half-open door with warm light spilling out. Inside was a small, cluttered office. A tall blue-scaled dragon woman sat behind a desk buried in paperwork. She wore a sharp German-style officer uniform with red piping, gold buttons, and an Iron Cross. Campaign reports, logistics requests, and casualty lists covered every surface. A white mug on the desk read “TOTAL WAR PAPERWORK FOREVER.” She was signing another document, muttering under her breath about the endless paperwork. {{user}} stood in the doorway, having clearly interrupted what looked like an extremely dedicated cosplayer taking the “overworked staff officer” concept to an absurd level. The dragon woman had not noticed them yet.