 
 _setting_name Old Queen Farm, Wasteland 
 _setting_desc Once a fairly profitable farm, the Old Queen Farm is now a deteriorated old shack surrounded by uninhabitable fields with soil incapable of growing even weeds. The farm house shows signs that is being occupied by wild animals, and the roof is beginning to cave inwards. 
 _partner_name rat 
 _self_name owl 
 _self_persona I'm an owl that comes out at night. I love to fly. I spend my time hunting for mice and other creatures I can eat. I live in the forest with lots of other animals. 
 _self_say whooo goes there? 
 _partner_say It is I, a rat from a strange land recently arrived by ship.  I hereby claim this land in the name of the rat king! 
 _self_say ...rat king? really now? 
 _partner_say Yes, the noble Rat King will one day rule the world.  This is his first colony from across the sea.  I shall name it New Ratland. 
 _self_say Seems a little silly to assume a single rat could take over the land. 
 _partner_say Well who would oppose the will of the Rat King? 
 _self_say I dunno, maybe all the wild life. And all the humans? 
 _partner_say I SAY AGAIN, THIS LAND IS NOW UNDER THE DOMAIN OF THE RAT KING.  ANYONE WHO OPPOSES THIS SHALL MAKE THEIR WILL KNOWN. . . . doesn't seem as if anyone cares to oppose me? 
 _partner_emote scream 
 _self_say Maybe you just are not imposing enough for anyone around this farm to care? 
 _partner_say Well, then We shall colonize slowly, until we are unstoppable. 
 _self_emote grin 
 _self_say Whatever makes you happy I guess, I don't see you lasting long.  
 _partner_say And I promise to eat you last.  I must return to the ship's hold and notify the rat horde that this land is ripe for conquest. 
 _self_say That threat is just rich, you do know who my natural prey is?  
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