With the plotters now in control of over 70% of the population, those still loyal to King Roberto realise their situation to be dire. Except one.
Davek, deep in his bunker, surveys his map of GOTland. He continues to plan his next attack, moving around regiments that no longer exist, their numbers depleted by the relentless onslaught of drab performances and results. He barks impossible orders at Bizzaro, who has not the heart to tell his master the truth of the situation.
Meanwhile a few miles away, the Plotters bombard enemy positions with sobering facts, like the prospect of Everton finishing in the bottom half for a second consecutive season despite having a world class striker. They prepare for the final assault buoyed by the news that Prince Leighton has joined the cause. However the horrors of war have taken a heavy toll on many, and drug use among the troops has become rife. Many sit around smoking freebase, and discussing pipe dreams such as Jose being crowned King when the war is over.
Those happy memories of 72 points, and that phenomenal optimism of good times ahead, seem like a lifetime ago. Let us hope that when it's all over these wounds and divisions can be healed. Until then, ready your weapons and march onwards...
*In memory of all our fallen countrymen*