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==Other Notes==
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The text in panels 1-6 is William Shakepeare's Sonnet #28.

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Turn Number:4 AW
Side's Turn:Night

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Panels: 9
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Panel 1

Parson is seen from above as he sits slumped forward onto a table in the library, apparently asleep. Bogroll sits on the floor nearby.[edit]
HOW can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarre'd the benefit of rest?

When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppress'd,[1]
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Panel 2

Wanda lies asleep in her bed, one hand cradling a pink-horned skull to her face.[edit]
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
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Panel 3

A large group of dwagons nestle among the trees, while more fly above them in the night sky.[edit]
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
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Panel 4

Ansom sits outside one of his tents taking the night air, dressed in fairly casual red clothes, a pipe in his hand. Behind him is a propped-up coffin with a red circle containing a black stylized bat (vaguely resembling the Bacardi logo) on the front[edit]
I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
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Panel 5

A panoramic night scene showing a heavily crowded road, dotted with specks of light, stretching off toward distant mountains.[edit]
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
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Panel 6

Jillian sits alone in a clearing before a small campfire, wearing her top hat and wrapping a blanket around herself. Above the trees, two Archons, three gwiffons, and a few other flying units are visible in the night sky.[edit]
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,

And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.

--Wm. Shakespeare
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Panel 7

A closeup view of Parson's face. His head is lying on its side, his eyes are barely open, and he is drooling.[edit]
Parson Gotti: 'spoitable mechanic... [edit]

Panel 8

Bogroll's eyebrow is raised in apparent startlement.[edit]
Bogroll: My Lord? [edit]

Panel 9

Parson is sitting up with his fist on the table and a determined look on his face.[edit]

Parson Gotti: The little battle.

Bogroll!

We can salvage this.
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Other Notes

The text in panels 1-6 is William Shakepeare's Sonnet #28.

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