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>Angle your penetration slightly northward.
You decide to alter your angle of penetration northward, the wrecking ball’s treads squeaking and pealing as you do. You are seldom one to approach in a manner anywhere other than full frontal, but you like to mix things up on occasion.
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Your drive soon finds your vehicle at the foot of a domed structure, half sunk into the sand and pillared aloft by great columns. The facade is weathered and craggy, and a handful of figures mill about the front.
“Oh, man. Not one of these. We should keep driving, gorilla..” Lub mutters.
“I’m not doing what you tell me. Pull over.” You loathe other telling what to do, unless it’s the duke gently reminding you that you need to take a bath every now and then to not smell like shit.
