Game Prep - Team Select (Republic of Bureaucracy)

“Greetings, my compatriots. I’m so pleased that you could join us here today. I cannot stress how important today’s meeting is going to be, not only for yourselves, but for the Republic of Bureaucracy as a whole!” The portly leader of Bureaucracy paces franticly back and forth behind his mahogany desk, gesturing wildly with his hands as he speaks, “As all of you know, the war with High Noon has been raging for as long as we all know. They have the upper as far as combat strength, but we are much stronger when it comes to strategy and cunning. However,” he raises his hand, pointing up “it has come to the attention of the top brass that the tide may be shifting soon. An island of legend has shown itself to us just outside of Port Liberty. This island was said to house the last supply of old world weaponry and technology. Our people have dubbed the supply, The Arsenal. You don’t need me to sit here and explain to you how important having these resources would be. It practically explains itself. I will point out though, that it’s possible that High Noon has seen the same thing that we have as well. It’s a large ocean that separates us, but it’s still possible and we aren’t going to risk anything for this expedition. You need to be made aware that they might be sending a party to claim the riches of The Arsenal just the same as we are. If you succeed in your task, you will be made rich beyond your wildest dreams. If not, well, you don’t need me to tell you that it spells doom for all of the Republic of Bureaucracy. Please find the supply and may the Gods grant you their blessing in this task.”

Game Prep - Team Select (High Noon)

“The way I seen it, the only true way to victory in war is to be holdin’ a bigger stick then the other guy.” The King of the West tips up his hat and peers hard at the group that was brought to him. He looks each person in the face, stands, and starts to pace, continuing to speak, “I’m not sure where each of you came from, what your talents are, what you were doing with your lives. All I know is that you all work for me now. I expect results, I expect them quickly, and I expect them efficiently. What I’m ‘bout to tell you lot is a closely guarded secret here at High Noon.” He glances once more around. “An island has appeared just off the coast of Hextech Harbor. This island, to the best of our knowledge, is the same island from all the myth stories; the island more commonly known as The Armory. I don’t need to emphasize the importance that High Noon get its hands on these weapons. The snag though, is those hoity-toity, crotchety, nancies from across the ocean. I’m sure they've seen that the island appeared and they are going to be sending their own group. You all are going to go to the island, secure by any means necessary and return triumphant with a butt load of weapons. That, or you’ll be never returning, and you’ll be runnin’ from my sights for the rest of your miserable days.”