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In the mishapen hell of Phyrexia, Shadow931 speaks with the Lord of the Wastes...
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| What is thy bidding, great Yawgmoth? | |
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| Ah, my loyal minion, Shadow931. I have a special job for you. You are to go and spread my propaganda. | |
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| But you must do it discreetly. No one must know that you work for me. | |
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| Pick me up a pizza while you're out. I hate being stuck in this damn Ninth Sphere all day. | |
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