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Oddworld's Industrial cultures are at war with the land, with each other, and with themselves. To them, Moolah is all that matters, whether stripped from the earth, torn from the flanks of living creatures, or stockpiled with mechanical efficiency behind the imposing facades of their smoke-belching Franchises. They are short-sighted, greedy, and pushy. |
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