Only in the US , everyone else had to buy it separately . <| sep |> This is the GL version of the game , so they should take this into consideration $ 75 is less than 10 % of the minimum wage in the US . It ' s pricey , but won ' t drill a hole in your bank account But when you convert it to our currency in Brazil , it ' s over 40 % the minimum wageMagicite is way too expensive for it ' s real value in game . That is the real problem with the business model <| sep |> yeah , same . just got my hoodie in today and i dig the green and gold <| sep |> Can u screen it please ? <| sep |> 30 % of with code BlackFri 30 on Alpha Industries site <| sep |> Sorry Maxx C and Red Eyes are sold . I can do 23 on the big eye and Nirvana <| sep |> In the days leading up to Sinterklaas , you see more and more saddened children in the streets . The cold November rain washes against the side of a bushokje where three of said children are busy trying to set fire to the bus schedule plastic window cover . At their feet lies a deflated soccerball , worn and torn with age . You overhear them muttering I don ' t understand , each year he gives me a new soccerball . I ' ve been a good boy all year , and now I get nothing ! Might as well be naughty ! A small mob marches through the street and the youth sneak away leaving the bushokje smelling of burnt plastic . The mob chants protest songs and hold signs saying No more slaves ! Things are looking grim indeed . The Inn you stay at carries the same grim mood , the common room mostly empty save for a few regulars . At the bar sits an elderly cleric , obviously down on his luck . His once magnificent crimson robes now torn and filthy , though his fingers are adorned with a great ruby set in a massive gold ring . The Innkeeper brings you the mugs of Hot Chocolate you ordered and whispers conspiratorially You still looking for a job ? See Grandpa there at the bar ? He could use a couple adventurers like yourselves . I don ' t understand , the old man wails . All I ever wanted to do is bring joy and happiness , why would anyone do such a thing ? He looks at you , questions and tears in his eyes . Someone is stirring up trouble for the Sint , His traditional helpers have been shamed into abandoning him , his pakjesboat is lost again and his horse can not scale the roofs without a set of enchanted irons on it ' s hooves . Will our heroes be able to save him before the town is destroyed by disillusioned children ? Who is rousing the Mobs ? Where are the presents and can they find the ritual to enchant the horseshoes ?