Trickyboy21, The Evening Stew Journalist here.
DrakoDragonKing, The Evening Stew Writer Here.

Tricky: Look, Alex..Alex was killed. Drako here, is our replacement. He did a server story a little bit back, and you know this for the fact that it was an abusive server. Anyone who wants to go for it, please spam them. The poor mayor..Oh jeez. I was there, with Drako. We did a story on it, and it was just hell. Two days and the server is just done for. If you spawn, go to the desert. There lies the battlegrounds. Just..

Drako: Yeah. That was hell. Anyways, It's just me and tricky now. We don't..actually have a crew. Everyone that joins ends up dead. Except you. Why don't you die?

Tricky: That's a little mean, kind of saying it like that. I think it's because i'm the head writer. We are, after all on the 3rd floor of the offices.

Drako: I'm on the 3rd floor?

Tricky: Yeah. Your moving into the office Alex was in.

Drako: Who else is there?

Tricky: No-one. The building dimensions are pretty small, so there's only 4 cubicles total. Ours, and then the really small ones on Floor 2.

Drako: Oh. And we have how many floors?

Tricky: 5, And then a rooftop. 4th floor is the library and nether portal, and th is the conference room, where we usually talk with associates or maybe give someone a promotion after calling them up. We even have potential business opportunities that we talk about with visitors that come here for work, or to make a contract with our team.

Drako: And where is all the stuff from the old stories? with tram's and a city?

Tricky: We moved.

Drako: Why?

Tricky: Location, Location, Location.

Tricky: And Alex..he died in a tram explosion on our way back from the funeral.

*drako inserts a disk into a jukebox, mellohi pays*

Tricky: You knew..

Drako: Intuition.

Tricky: Ha..

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