You knew this day would come. Surrounding yourself with powerful people has its boons, but also poses a distinct threat. You've heard them murmuring when you enter the room, you've seen them excuse themselves from your presence, and lately they've been overtly hostile. The Societal Elite have turned on you.
You knew this day would come. Surrounding yourself with powerful people has its boons, but also poses a distinct threat. You've heard them murmuring when you enter the room, you've seen them excuse themselves from your presence, and lately they've been overtly hostile. The Societal Elite<<if FSNeoImpeiralistLaw2 == 1>>, likely with the support of your ever-plotting Barons,<</if>> have turned on you.
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You look up from your desk as the locked door to your office unseals, and a dozen individuals brazenly walk into your view.<<if _S.Bodyguard>><<setLocalPronouns _S.Bodyguard>> _S.Bodyguard.slaveName stands between you and them. A single glare from the leader of the bunch and $he backs off, eyes to the ground.<</if>>
