The Scrapbridge Gazette

It is very likely that you have heard of Villa McGuffin recently, although until recently no one knew about this place because it was worthless. Founded by two cousins named McGuffin and all their extensive offspring, this shitty settlement was so ridiculously insignificant that it didn’t even appearon the fucking maps.But, oh surprise! One day, the trade route between Puentechatarra and Merkadome was opened, and it turns out that Villa McGuffin was right in the fucking middle of it. So

A group of archaeologists, or something like that, which is the typical name that smart alecks use to sound important, had been digging for a long time in search of texts in perfect condition from the World of Yesteryearin the ruins of what appeared to be a huge factory or something similar. And it turns out that in a room sealed until now by a mound of earth, they found what they were looking for. However, they were shocked when

So, without anyone expecting it, the dreaded Judges, the relentless police force of Puentechatarra, have decided to take an unusual path and have gone on strike.According to their representative, they are protesting working conditions, demanding improvements in the quality of their uniforms and weapons that don’t fall apart. They are also demanding one day off per week, because of stress, because they need rest and recovery, because of who knows what other nonsense. This representative, known to everyone as Derek