"Regional Manager!" the town's crier shouted. "A localized apocalypse is scheduled for 3:00 PM!"

Arthur checked his watch. It was 2:58 PM. He looked at the town—the beautiful inns, the strategically placed watchtowers, and the adventurers currently looting each other’s pockets. It was a masterpiece of corporate fantasy planning.

"Alright," he muttered, "v29.11.2021. Let’s try building more houses this time."