The Queen’s Courtyard was packed. Every race in the kingdom had made the trip, putting differences aside to fight a common enemy: the video game industry.
For too long developers had plundered their ranks just to satisfy their hottest new releases while offering nothing in return.
It was time for change…
The old wizard hobbled his way across the stage. He stopped at the podium, adjusted the mic.
“Residuals!” he boomed, slamming his gnarled wooden staff into the stage floor.
“Health insurance!” he bellowed.
“Paid time off!” he thundered.
The crowd roared.
The time to unionize had come at last.
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