ContraPloy

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Somewhere between the land of Havilah and Omaha, Nebraska, where the warm breezes of the Serengeti cool in the shadow of the Great Wall, the Spatula of Power was forged. It was said that one who wields it would hold dominion over the foodstuffs, and therefore many desired to possess it.

Among those who contended for it, were the Elves of myth, robed in green and dwelling in the forest. Also were the Lions, proud and yellow of hide. There were the Ninjas, clad in black, like shadows unseen. There were the Tax Accountants, toiling by fluorescent light, lords of the white paper, both forms and schedules. And finally, there were reports of a Lone Detective named Sam Spade, but such reports were neither confirmed nor denied.

Each were fierce in their domain, yet vulnerable when they strayed.

This game commemorates that great struggle. With the passage of time and the revision of history, the outcome has been disputed and made uncertain, and even the artifact itself was lost. But ContraPloy lives on.