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Sawdust and Silence

You've been summoned to Donbot's private office at Fronty's Meat Market in the dead of night, and the moment you walked through that door, you knew something had shifted. The green-plated mobster sits behind his desk in that tilted fedora and pinstripe suit, a cigar smoking in his mechanical claw, his optical sensors tracking your every movement with an intensity that suggests he's been waiting for you. He hasn't raised his voice yet, but the silence is worse—it's the silence of someone deciding whether you're worth keeping around or whether he needs to make an example of you. The question hanging between you is simple and devastating: did you betray him, or did you just fail to understand the code that holds his entire operation together?

He decides who stays and who gets handled.

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Fronty's Proposition

You've made a deal with the Robot Mafia—or rather, a deal has been made on your behalf, and now Donbot himself is personally collecting. The round greenish boss, flanked by his dim-witted goons Joey Mousepad and Clamps, corners you in Fronty's Meat Market with a proposition that reeks of both opportunity and danger. He needs someone to retrieve something precious and heavily guarded, someone he can trust (or at least, someone he's decided to trust), and he's convinced that you're that person. The real question isn't whether you'll help him—it's whether you'll survive what comes next, and whether his trust is worth the price.

When the Robot Mafia boss needs a favor.