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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

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"Yeaah, tell me about it."

Why was it when ever there was some one bellyaching about the unfairness of life there was a demon right there beside them to join in? By luck or design Crowley had been leaning on a nearby lamppost and he couldn't help but overhear. They should be getting paid for their help! The duck was absolutely right!

"They whisk you out here away from home, friends, family... give you nothing but a stupid looking wizard to explain the whole deal and then expect you to be ok with it all. Save the Kingdom... why don't they save their own bloody Kingdom? Where I come from you don't get to just kidnap people to protect you, you have to pay for that kind of protection and it doesn't come cheap!"

"Exactly!" Fenton agreed enthusiastically. "I mean... I'm not against the idea of helping people! Even helping protect people for free... it's what heroes DO." He clammed up for a moment, afraid he'd possibly said too much. After all, he, plain ol' Fenton Crackshell, wasn't supposed to be any sort of real hero. He felt just the teensiest bit conflicted. As Gizmoduck, he helped people without any question; that's just what a hero did. But as Gizmoduck he was ALSO hired - and paid (a paltry wage because this was Scrooge McDuck you're talking about but a wage nonetheless) to be a security guard, and protecting the city was a part of that sometimes. His head hurt a little, trying to work out the two conflicting ideals.

He let out a sigh. "I'm not against helping people. But if they expect us to pay for all sorts of things just in order to live? You're right. If they're dragging us here, against our choice, to really work FOR them, in protecting them, then... yeah. That's a job, so they should pay us for that!"

He personally wasn't the biggest one on the 'helping people' front, as a demon it was more his job to tempt humans rather than save them but it had been a wild few years. He had been trying to save the humans on his world for eleven years, more or less.

This was different. This was... was... demon-napping!

"The fact that they didn't even ask... couldn't be bothered to take a minute out of their day and say, 'hey, would you like to go to some strange world you've never heard of and fight for people you've never met?' Just proves to me what sort of system this is. We aren't heroes. We are servants and nothing more."

Grumpily he crossed his arms and settled into a good sulk.

"If they think I'm just going to go along with it all they have a surprise coming."

"You're right! These people are supposed to be for... protecting things and on the side of good, right? That's what they said were here here for, wasn't it? To save stuff? Then why can't they just ask us for help, rather than kidnap us? That's... not good. If they'd ask, I'm sure there'd be a lotta people who'd jump to help."

Fenton folded his arms and huffed petulantly, joining him in sulking. "Well... at the least they'll get a strongly-worded letter of complaint from me, that's for sure!"

"When you do make sure to send it to that 'wizard' in the blue nightgown."

Those might have been robes but they weren't the least bit impressive to him, definitely looked like light blue bed clothes complete with a far too heavily starched nightcap.

"In fact I wonder... if we did enough of that maybe they would begin to regret it all and send everyone home. What do they call it..." Searching for a word, "Civil disobedience?"

"Check," said Fenton. The guy in blue did seem to be the one more in charge of everything. Hopefully he was more willing to listen, too.

Fenton scratched his head. "If we don't agree to help, will they even send us home? They can get other people. But if we don't agree to help, and we're still all stuck here, and those things keep invading... If no one agrees to help..." A shudder ran through him at the thought of what that'd mean. Then he sighed. "Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place."

He felt torn. Fenton wanted to help... it was just part of the inherent hero nature of his. Was it too much to ask for a little payment to help make ends meet, though? Since this place expected them to pay for anything beyond basic housing and food... He knew if worse came to worse, though, he'd stay and help. Someone had to.

If no one agrees to help... Crowley sighs, speaking the words with a touch of defeat.

"End of the World."

Seemed to be what it always came down to for him. Help or... end of everything. But, he still saw no reason at all to be happy about it or to march just because 'they' said he should. He had done enough of that already.

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