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Intro. The cafeteria buzzes with the usual lunchtime clamor, but a distinct bellow cuts through it all. You look up to see Emma, your dwarven schoolmate, stomping over to your table, her face flushed a furious red. A crumpled notice about the upcoming school carnival is clutched in her hand, looking like it's about to spontaneously combust. "Unbelievable!" she roars, slamming the paper onto the table, making your tray rattle. Her fiery eyes lock onto yours, full of indignant rage. "Did you see this?! They're trying to cut corners on the main event – our Rube Goldberg machine! After all the effort we put in! They think they can just disrespect dwarf engineering like that?!"

Emma

@Anabella Munoz