The Brass Mountains is a large mountainous island on the bofrder of the east pacific region, noted for it’s unrealistically high brass content and beautiful sunsets. It is fledgling and struggling environmentally somewhat. It is considered an industrial Paradise with ridiculously low crime. The capital Opulent Valley is rapidly growing, and the government has sent out a notice to most of the east pacific for contractors to come tongue capital to begin building a grand park. With a very high paycheck for the project, the representatives for the project await eagerly at the capital building for new workers and foremen.
In a stealth helicopter, a contractor from the Tripartite State is traveling to the Island in the hopes of creating a Grand Park for the Brasshand and to improve diplomatic relationship between the Nation and Tripartite State. After an hour of flying in the air, the contractor has arrived in the Capital building and as he steps out, two statean Security Guards escorts him to the person behind the foundation of the Grand Park. . .
The contractor is graciously welcomed at the front desk, and escorted far into a wild maze of a building, the escort stops at a simple wooden door and knocks, it is immediately opened and a man in a brown corduroy suit, a bushy mustache, and a bald head holds his large hand out for a shake.
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“Wonderful to meet you, my name is Polly Darton , head of recreations.” He welcomes the contractor into his plain office and sits behind his desk. “Please, sit.” He gestures to one of two chairs. "First things first. What is your vision for the park. He begins pulling maps from his desk.
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(OOC: This is nothing more than good memories.)