In the Fascist States of America, a McDonald’s techbro named BigBallz voice will serve you a burger with no beef, charge you double, and call it freedom.
You ask, where’s my Mcplayground? Well, it is outsourced, replaced with a sad bench on which a crying Ronald McDonald sits, holding a sign about liability.
Broke into some noble’s house to investigate a murder and stole a bunch of stuff while I was at it, ironically yet stealthily stabbing a guard in the neck with a dagger so I wouldn’t get caught while discovering a secret chamber in the basement that led to ancient catacombs beneath the town, which ultimately led to ancient and mummified remains alongside golden chalices and crosses I absolutely pillaged and fully intend to sell for ducats, the significance of which I’m still unsure of.