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	graph [fontname="Roboto Condensed"];
	node [fontname="Roboto Condensed"];
	edge [fontname="Roboto Condensed"];

	"RoatheStory9 begins." [color=orange];
		"RoatheStory9 begins." -> j2499915290;
	j2499915290 [label="Check /Lotus/Scripts/1999/DialogueScriptNodes.lua:StoryConditions(dialogueType=/Lotus/Types/Gameplay/1999Wf/Dialogue/RoatheDialogue_rom.dialogue, rank=2, count=5, storyCount=9)",color=orange];
		j2499915290 -> j2756001721 [label=true,color=green];
		j2499915290 -> "Chat ends." [label=false,color=brown];
	j2756001721 [label="Evaluate expressions on HellKeyPlayed counter",color=orange];
		j2756001721 -> j2359897114 [label="x >= 9",color=purple];
		j2756001721 -> "Chat ends." [label="false",color=purple];
	"Chat ends." [color=orange];
	j2359897114 [label="VM: COMMANDERS",shape=box,color=blue];
		j2359897114 -> j37861895;
	j37861895 [label="Transcript: I recall them now. Coteries of laughing Orokin youth.",shape=box,color=blue];
		j37861895 -> j698155724;
	j698155724 [label="Nobility clad in the as-yet-unspoiled raiments of command.",shape=box,color=blue];
		j698155724 -> j1604743424;
	j1604743424 [label="Childhood friends now in charge of legions of Dax, of Grineer, null-matter cells, self-replicating carcinators, primitive biodrone blade-spiders, canisters of low-tech troops.",shape=box,color=blue];
		j1604743424 -> j1716992611;
	j1716992611 [label="Golden boys and girls with ravening devils at their beck.",shape=box,color=blue];
		j1716992611 -> j3237057672;
	j3237057672 [label="Their arrogance trickles like stinging sweat into my mind. They drank and sang, boasting of the times to come.",shape=box,color=blue];
		j3237057672 -> j1979332782;
	j1979332782 [label="They would make names for themselves. Raise their families high in honor.",shape=box,color=blue];
		j1979332782 -> j837584989;
	j837584989 [label="So many of them fell. Not even their bodies were returned.",shape=box,color=blue];
		j837584989 -> j3620218553;
	j3620218553 [label="To prevent the enemy from gleaning our secrets, they were Kuva-jolted to liquefy upon death.",shape=box,color=blue];
		j3620218553 -> j4009808197;
	j4009808197 [label="The hope of a generation turned to an oily puddle, sloshed through by Grineer boots.",shape=box,color=blue];
		j4009808197 -> j921430358;
	j921430358 [label="Add 1 to HellStory counter",color=orange];
		j921430358 -> "Chat ends.";
}