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| "They have existed since the dawn of time; moving silently down the jetties to the HDB new towns, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the CPF... when the few who remain will battle to the last. No chao banana has ever acknowledged they lived amongst us... until now. They are... the HEARTLANDERS." |
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tale so far:
On a rooftop in Raffles Place, far above the teeming masses that are paktor-ing along Boat Quay, two shadowy figures are about to settle an ancient feud... |
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"So it has come to this... we have finally reached the ENDGAME." "As it was meant to be..." |
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"No...
it could have been avoided." |
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"I am
the COSMOPOLITAN... I have been to many more lands, seen many more
things... why do you still insist on remaining in the gutter, when you
could just listen to my experience and rule the world?" |
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"...IT'S NOT THE GUTTER TO ME!!!" |
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"I am the HEARTLANDER, you arrogant na beh! I have been around for a long time... when Rex and Odeon Cinema were still around... when MediaCorp was RTS... before the age of parking coupons and ERP... before keng cheo kias like you polluted Holland Village!" |
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"I see there is just no reasoning with you low-class morons!" |
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"What reasoning can there be when you only seek subjugation? And why should I reason with someone who wears a trenchcoat in tropical weather?" |
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"Then let the endgame begin... for there can be only one!" "HOOT AH!!!" |
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TO BE CONTINUED... |
