a dazed madadric stumbles into the thread, letting the ever-present confusion wash around the inside of his head for a few more minutes as the two forces fight bloodily and valiantly for their respective causes.
"wow, this is pretty messy." he notes, as a capitalist scum and a commie bastard fly past, poking each other with the pionty bits on their combat knives.
"well, i'm not much concerned with either side, so my only purpose here must be to supply both sides with some big-ass weapons, let them slaughter each other, and get fat and rich off the profits."
madadric goes over to a shelled-out building, and scribes a mess of runes on it's outer surface. after his handywork is done, he steps back to watch the decrepit building turn into a massive warehouse stocked with the latest (and some later than latest) destructive technology known to man, or any other specis determined to wipe itself out of existence.
"step right up, step right up, Madadric's Anihilation Emporium is now open for bussiness! Commie mutants trampling your lawn? We have everything a patriot could want! if you want it, i probably don't know what the fuck it is, but iv'e got it!"
"tired of those capitalist pigs getting you down? come on in and sample my wares, at very reasonable rates! come on in, and be served by one of my comley wenches, C/O Ghastly inc. (don't worry, iv'e told the girls to keep it under their skirts)"
"so come one, come all, and rember: an arms race is a sprint, not a marathon!"
the doors to Madadric's Anihilation Emporium swing wide open, displaying an interior of infinite-seeming size, with racks, crates, and platoons of every kind of weapon imaginable. standing in two rows welcoming the customers as they enter, is a collection of some of the most attractive and delightful 'girls' any man has shuddered thinking about, as the bloodthirsty custmers enter, madadric delivers a last message for his new clients.
"rememeber, no fighting until you have paid for the merchandise, and ABSOLUTELY NO FIGHTING IN THE EMPORIUM!" madadric grins, and steps off his podium, and strolls off to his "office", a set of opulently luxurient rooms off to the side of the warehouse, fully stocked with the best of comfort, alcohol, and real womens, with all the proper bits and everything.
happy shopping folks ^_^
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