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The Issue
The enemy’s soldiers have suffered overwhelming casualties, thanks to your advanced military technology. Unfortunately, East Lebatuck seems to have interpreted your actions as an unforgivable assault upon their nation and its allies. Moments ago, all of the nuclear missiles on San Vitenzo were launched and appear to be headed at targets throughout Penguinium.

The Debate
“HOLY VIOLET! GET TO THE BUNKER! RUN!” A flood of screaming people push you downstairs and through a long hallway, stumbling into the fallout shelter beneath your office. The door clanks shut as the last staff members sprint through the reinforced threshold. Your defense minister shambles over towards you, head in hands. “Well, we’re screwed. Penguinia is finished. I’m not even sure this bunker can withstand a direct hit. On the bright side, our own nuclear missiles are ready for launch. Which of East Lebatuck’s cities do you hate the most?” A nervous guffaw escapes from his lips.

Accept

“No... we can’t do that to the poor folks,” murmurs Maureen Dusk, devoid of guitar, her voice barely above a whisper. “East Lebatuck is filled with people like us. The oppressed, freedom-loving consumers won’t ever have a chance to rise up and overthrow the communist government if we wipe them from existence. Don’t retaliate, Emperor Johann Sebastian Bach the V. The violence has to stop somewhere. By the way, it was an honor serving with you.” A single teardrop runs down her face.

Accept

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