“I have an assignment for you,” said Mr. Trump to cCc Alican late one evening, ”I'd like you to follow me around with a notepad and write down everything I say.”

  “Huh?” asked Alican, puzzled. No one had ever asked him to do that before.

  “Well,” said Mr. Trump, slightly offended, ”I come up with important phrases all day long. “Make 642 great again!” and things like that. I think you have to write them down right away. My supporters should definitely memorize such important phrases.”

  E Musk entered the room and was greeted enthusiastically. “Oh, my friend, good to see you!” Mr. Trump exclaimed, walking up to him, “you're a good guy, a strong guy. What's the situation out there?”

  E Musk frowned. “Some of the supporters doubt that you're the real Mr. Trump. They claim the real one would be called Donald, not Adam.”

  “Oh, that,” Mister Trump scolded with a dismissive wave of his hand, ”that rumor keeps coming back. Donald is a double, a paid actor who has temporarily taken over my role. After the failed assassination attempt, the situation was too dangerous for my charming head of the Secret Service, Miss Laura. She wanted to take me out of the line of fire for a while. The wonderful Miss Laura - by the way, have you noticed what beautiful legs she has - has brought me to Germany to live undercover for a while. That's no problem for me, my ancestors came from Germany. They were called Tramp, a name I later Americanized.” He turned to cCc Alican: “Make a note of this, it's all very important.”

  “Anyway,” Mr. Trump continued, ”of course I'm the real Trump. Who was the first human? Adam of course, not Donald. So I was there first. That's logic, not everyone can do that, except me of course. It's even in the Bible, a wonderful book by the way, I could almost have written it like that. But it's from God, a good man, a great man, really. - Make a note of that, Alican!”

  “Why do I have to write all this down?” cCc Alican complained, ”can't someone else do it?”

  “Well, my friend from North Korea, a good man by the way, a really great guy, he also has people who run after him and write everything he says in little notepads. I want to have something like that. And no one else can do it because there is no one else. The wonderful Miss Laura refuses, and MightGuySensei is once again in jail at some guy in RxW. I'm starting to think he's doing this on purpose. When he read the last chapter with the kitchen slave, he confessed to me that he would even pay to be a kitchen slave at RxW. That's completely unacceptable, I'm beginning to wonder if he's even fit to be an R4 here. - Make a note of that!”

  There was suddenly loud shouting outside. Mr. Trump flinched. “What's that?”

  E Musk sighed. “Massacre day, boss. The reset just happened. They're attacking.”

  “Who did?” Mr. Trump shouted indignantly.

  E Musk and cCc Alican only glanced at each other briefly before answering in unison: “I wonder who...”

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  The massacre day had started like any other. No sooner had the reset happened than the Rx family had gone on a rampage, determined to bash the entire GW map into the ground and burn everything that wasn't family.

  And so neither the Church of Synergy nor the White House were spared. In the Church of Synergy, attempts had been made to improve the motivation of the members through new mergers and reorganization of the chair circles. Unfortunately, however, the new chair circles did not bring any improvement, quite the opposite. The members of the Church of Synergy fell out more and more, and the idea of a family was increasingly lost. Instead, depression and despair spread.

  However, Stabbyunicorn, Saint and Jan were not prepared to surrender without a fight. And so they shouted angrily out of the church window in the direction of the 652: “You really are the very worst! You want to ruin everything here!”

  “That's the game!” the Thunder brothers shouted back cheerfully.

  “You have no idea what cohesion we have here!”

  “We have cohesion too!”

  “We're much closer together than you can imagine!”

  “And we're so close that we even sleep two to a bed and eighteen to a room!” shouted Lipsyte.

  Stabbyunicorn snorted: “We share everything! Our joys, sorrows and hardships!”

  “And we only share a single brain cell!” the Thunder brothers countered, ”The one who's doing Raid Lead always gets it! The rest have to get by without it for a short time!”

  Silence reigned on the 641. The Synergetics were speechless.

  The Thunder brothers giggled. “And now...” they roared gleefully, ”Let's come and get you! Muhahahahaha!” And like a single roaring horde of drunken madmen, they ran off, straight towards the 641.

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  Mr. Trump realized that he had made a huge mistake when he thought RxG was a weak and defeatable opponent when dozens of RxW houses popped up behind him in one fell swoop.

  Everything had actually looked very good at first. Several members of RxG had forgotten the bubble. So the White House had gone out together to at least bash something with “Rx...” in the faction tag.

  They managed it with exactly one player. Then RxW was there. And with A0L, no stone was left unturned. They were all unceremoniously grilled and burned. “Lay 642 on a grate again!” roared the Thunder brothers gleefully.

  “My God,” whispered MightGuySensei in his cell with Thunder Boo, staring longingly out through the bars, ”RxW are a bunch of party animals! They know how to party!”

  “Get lost!” Marzzzz yelled after the fleeing A0L members, ”we don't like it when someone invades our territory! By that we mean the whole family's territory!”

  “Don't write that down!” Mr. Trump ordered his R4 Alican, running and out of breath, while frantically holding his toupee, ”it's unnecessary. Take note: After a great battle against 652, which Mr. Trump - that's me, by the way - personally led, A0L's troops retreated to the White House in an orderly fashion. RxW merely stole the victory from us. But it was actually our victory, there's no doubt about that. - So you can pass it on to the press.”

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  Meanwhile, the Arsenal battles were underway, and here too the 652 acted in its usual manner. The Synergetics had made the mistake of sending a few scouting attacks on RxW on gray. In response, full raids came straight back. The rest of the Thunder gang at least didn't have any folding benches with them this time, but they were now traipsing straight into the arsenal with their beer cans and popcorn buckets, spreading puddles of beer and trampled popcorn everywhere, roaring drunkenly and behaving as usual.

  Every problem that arose was quickly solved with brute force. In true RxW style: fast, hard, brutal, dirty, bloody and effective.

  Several subtle and rather delicate natures of the Church of Synergy imitated Lil Arrow and swooned over this way of approaching fights. But it was no use, it was almost a law of nature: in the end, RxW got all the buildings. In whatever way.

  Several students from the school's class were also happily joining in and testing their newly learned skills in various raids, when suddenly a call from the teacher rang out from the edge of the gray area. “Lessons!”

  “Huh, what? Lessons? Parallel to the arsenal fight?” asked one of the students, stunned.

  “Apparently so,” sighed Lady Evelyne. “Total multitasking, as usual. Quick, let's get over there or he'll get mad!”

  The class hurried into the classroom where they were already waiting.

  “I brought you my brother today,” the teacher explained, pointing to a very confident-looking man standing next to him, ”he will be helping me to teach and train you in the future. I can tell you that he is an absolute master of his trade. He was the one who trained me.”

  The students stared respectfully at the teacher's brother.

  “The sensei's sensei!” whispered the person sitting next to Lady Evelyne enthusiastically, ”Now it's getting really demanding here! Are we even that far along yet?”

  As if the teacher had heard this whisper, he continued up front: “You have all made great progress and it is now time to go one step further. We have here the reports from today's Arsenal battles so far,” he placed a whole pile of paper on the table, ”those from our own side and those from the enemy. First task: analyze the reports. Right and wrong decisions of the raid leaders, behavior of the raid filler, leadership behavior. If you discover errors, what was the raid leader's wrong decision? And what instructions should the respective leadership have given to avoid these mistakes? Form two groups, ten minutes from now. And don't forget to send off your troops at the same time, you will of course continue to take an active part in the Arsenal battle.”

  Lady Evelyne sighed. What a stress! But it was always like this. It was always stressful. But as we all know, you only learn something under increased demands. She quickly immersed herself in the reports so as not to lose any time and complete the task in the allotted time.

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  “Is there a sluttier clan than A0L?” roared BLUEEs from [cAS].

  “I'm afraid not,” grumbled Papa Trump, the R5 of [cAS], ”Laura and Mr. Trump think they're cool, but they're not. By the way, I was the first Trump on the 642, the other one is just a fake! But I'm going to enjoy watching RxW destroy A0L!”

  “You're all ducks,” roared Just Nakash.

  “You too!” shouted back Dylan.

  “No, I'm a cat!”

  “You're mostly gay!” scolded the donkey, ”because you're trying to imitate me, you Temu donkey!”

  “I'm not a donkey or a duck, it's all you!”

  “Well I identify as a truck,” protested Dylan, ”when I walk backwards, I go beep - beep - beep.”

  “But you don't go backwards, bro,” laughed Yuber, ”you only ever go forwards, straight towards the enemy.”

  “Isn't the number ratio at Arsenal VIII a bit unbalanced?” PapiVodka from RxG interjected worriedly, ”there are 7 people from Synergy facing 33 fighters from RxW... oh, now it's 4 against 35... oh - now they're all gone, the Synergetics...”

  “You're gay!” grumbled the donkey, ”Your faction is RxGay!”

  “Yes, isn't it?” rejoiced PapiVodka, ”and I'm even Premium!”

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  How RxW managed to simultaneously operate the arsenals and still be active in all of the opponents' accessible hives with solo hits and raids remained opaque. Sometimes you got the feeling that one or two of the 652 fighters simply ran off like a drunken rhinoceros and trampled everything in his path. Almost predictably, at least ten members of his faction ran after him. And then the enemy was left with nothing but scorched earth and bloody mud.

  “Ah, the leader in the arsenal is swapped!” the teacher drew the attention of the students in the classroom to a change, ”here comes Biochest. A true master. He has a very elegant and aesthetic style of play. Please pay close attention to his individual moves, you are about to experience the counter-program to brute force.”

  The students followed the fight in the arsenal with great interest and analyzed all of Biochest's reports together with the teacher.

  “Are we actually going to learn how to use the credit card?” asked one of the students in the back row.

  The teacher frowned somewhat reluctantly.

  “Sure, but please give it a little more time. I don't think you're ready yet.”

  “Why not?” the pupil asked shyly.

  The teacher sighed and took a step forward. He described an elegant movement with his hand through the air, which looked a little like he was fighting exclusively with his empty hand. Then he turned the cupped hand slightly and showed it to the students. There was indeed a credit card well concealed in the palm of his hand.

  “This here,” he lectured and began to twirl the credit card casually between his fingers, as Thunder also liked to do, ”is a credit card with four sharp edges. Look closely.” He paused briefly so that the students could get a look at the edges, then continued.

  “A credit card like this, especially one with four sharpened edges, can be used universally. You can throw it like a ninja star and it will hit its target with deadly efficiency. You can use it to slit your opponent's throat or literally tear them apart. But it's dangerous, even for you. A credit card must always be used wisely. Otherwise you will fatally injure yourself, open up all your veins and bleed out financially. - Please repeat that, I want you to internalize it.”

  “A credit card must always be used wisely, otherwise you will fatally injure yourself, open all your veins and bleed out financially,” the class repeated dutifully in chorus.

  “Correct. And we don't want anyone to die here. That means you'll start by practicing with the blunt credit card. And always under supervision and guidance. The correct throwing technique must also be practiced, after all you want your credit card to come back to you afterwards like a boomerang and not get stuck in your opponent's eye. Even if you find the way the boss can twirl the credit card between his fingers impressive, please don't take him as your role model here. You would only slice your hand open and sever all your finger tendons if you tried. It will take a while for you to acquire his skills and abilities when using the credit card. So be patient. But everyone has their credit card with them, right? - You know it's mandatory at RxW.”

  The students all nodded and showed their credit cards. The teacher nodded with satisfaction.

  “Please always carry your card with you. In every situation. It's your last line of attack when you have nothing else, and it's your last line of defense that will save you in an emergency.”

  “We'll continue with the reports from the opponents' hives,” said the teacher's brother, who had just entered the room with a new stack of papers under his arm. “Differences in PvP when attacking a building versus attacking a mansion. Please take out your writing materials and take notes. Don't forget to participate in the raids at the same time and send your troops off.”

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  “Here we go! We've arrived at Z3, CP conquered, let's burn their towers! Hit! Hit!” came the order from the RxW leadership towards evening, and almost 100 drunken Thunder brothers ran off at the same time. “Burn them all!” they roared enthusiastically, as this was known to be their favorite pastime.

  “MD coincides with Z3, that's great,” the teacher explained to his class, ”so now we can burn all their towers.”

  “Hit! Hit!” everyone chanted happily, simultaneously launching raids on the towers, as well as raids on the enemy players in their previous saves.

  On the eastern front, a team clashed with the Church of Synergy from 641 and the White House from 642, and on the western front, another team clashed with the Church of Synergy and Oof from 656.

  Fascinatingly, Oof, of all people, showed the most action. Never really taken seriously by their alliance partners, they actually provided their opponents with a lot of fun through fierce resistance and tenacious perseverance. “Very good performance and exciting fights,” Lipsyte promptly praised publicly. “More fun than this miserable victim bashing of the other opponents.”

  Sativa, Kitana and Lysssa beamed. At last, someone was recognizing their efforts and not treating them like the annoying subordinate alliance!

  “Some people are always underestimated,” Darkevil smiled, ”until they get the chance to show what they can do. Strong performance, Oof!”

  Under these circumstances, it was no longer difficult for Oof to admit defeat later that night with regard to access to the CP and to stop fighting in time for the reset. Now the ever-proud alliance partner, the Church of Synergy, could show what they were made of! They had definitely not received any praise the day before. Oof sat back and eagerly awaited what was to come.

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  The day after MD was not actually the day after MD, as the third shift at RxW had consistently worked through the night. “Maintain pressure and increase throughout” had been Thunder's instruction, and it was followed through.

  By the time RxW's early shift began, well rested, the enemy on both fronts were already completely worn down. On the eastern front, the RxW troops began to slowly but surely pulverize the enemy as early as midday. The Western Front tried desperately to hold the position, but had to give up tower after tower and territory after territory. At Thunder, the applications and begging mails piled up.

  The school class had settled in a meadow in the immediate vicinity of the western front and was regularly sent by the two teachers as fillers in the various raids. “So, if I understand these tower battles correctly, it's about pulling out in time and then going straight back in”, said Lady Evelyne, who was busily taking notes. The boys in the class giggled. “Yes, exactly!” they snorted. ”In - out, so to speak. We know all about that.” Evelyne and the three other girls in the class gave each other meaningful looks. “Not what you think, boys!”

  Thunder, who was standing in the middle of the battlefield, became aware of the small group and waved them over indulgently. “Come closer!” He glanced briefly over the class and then pointed at Evelyne. “Would you like to take over a tower? I've got one for you.” And he pointed to the tower right in the middle of the Synergetics raid team, in the immediate vicinity of Saint, Stabby and Jan.

  The teacher drew in a sharp breath. “Isn't that a bit early?”

  “Why not?” grinned Thunder.

  Lady Evelyne jumped to her feet. “I'll get changed and change the specs. Just a moment, please.” She hurried to a specially erected tent. Black ran after her. “I'll help you change.”

  “We can help you change too!” roared the Thunder brothers.

  “You stay outside!”

  “We can help you with in - out too!”

  “You stay out!”

  Black hurriedly handed the individual items of equipment to Lady Evelyne inside. “Have you got everything?”

  “Let me think”, muttered the Lady, going over her notes in her head, ”Specs, equipment, buff. Formation, troop ratio, instructions for the fill in the raid announcement. Yes, actually I have everything. Damn. Somehow I still always have the feeling I've forgotten something.”

  “We have to go,” Black urged, ”I'm going in with you. Where are the Raidfillers?”

  “Here!” grinned Thunder, who was waiting outside with some Thunder brothers, ”First!”

  Lady Evelyne picked up speed and ran ahead of her raid team towards the tower.

  Bobo, who had just returned from a raid of his own and hadn't heard what had happened before, cried out in horror. “Lady Evelyne is taking the tower in the middle! Who ordered this?”

  “The boss himself!” shouted Lady Evelyne back, ”get out of the way, I have to hurry!”

  Bobo just managed to jump aside before the raid team invaded the tower in the middle with a loud roar.

  “It's best to go up to the top floor,” Black advised, ”you'll have the best view there. I can come with you if you like. It's best to leave the team down here, they just want to drink beer and throw up all over the place anyway.”

  The women climbed the stairs together. A small bench had been set up on the upper floor and there were windows in all directions. The fact that the tower roof was already ablaze was unnoticed in here. “I still have the feeling I've forgotten something,” muttered Lady Evelyne. “Never mind, we're in here now. I'm sure I'll remember eventually.”

  “Crass thing that the boss put you straight into the raidlead for this tower of all places,” Black grinned.

  “Oh, that's applied sadism. I know him that well by now.”

  “Applied sadism?” Black asked, startled, ”towards you?”

  “Nah, not towards me! Towards the enemy! Darling - this is exactly Thunder's sense of humor. He can be pretty nasty. He puts me, a bloody beginner with miserable stats and no experience, into the raid lead for a tower in the middle of their territory. He himself goes in as a filler and has a great time. And the enemy has no way of preventing this or doing anything about it. They just have to put up with it, even if it's really cruel. The enemy is made aware of how incredibly bad he has become and that practically anyone can deal with him. That, my dear, is the ultimate humiliation of the enemy.”

  Black swallowed. “That's right, there was a similar situation at the CVC.”

  Evelyne nodded. “They should have read my book from the interlude. Volume 1.5. It's even in there, in the fourth chapter.”

  She went to the window and waved out enthusiastically. “Yoo-hoo, Saint, Stabby, Jan! I'm right next to you!”

  “What are you doing in our tower?” came the stunned reply from next door.

  “I'm burning it down!”

  “But why you of all people?” Jan shouted angrily, ”You're the one without skills!”

  Evelyne giggled and whispered to Black: “You see, it's already working!”

  Then she shouted out of the window: “That's enough for you!”

  She sat down next to Black on the bench and began to dangle her legs. Black stuck her head over to her and whispered: “You, tell me, what's going on between you and Marzzzz? Have you already - I mean...”

  Lady Evelyne blushed a little. “We both want to take our time with it... we both said we wanted to get to know each other a little better first.”

  “That's soooo sweet!” sighed Black, ”honestly, you two are so good together.”

  Lady Evelyne giggled. “I think he's extremely cute too! And did you see him at the Raidlead earlier - he's sooo sexy! All the girls were shrieking like crazy again and throwing kisses at him.”

  She kept a parallel eye on the surroundings and waited for the Synergetics to attack.

  “They're already in the tower next to us - mine here is next,” muttered Lady Evelyne, getting ready. Suddenly, she slapped her hand over her mouth. “Damn it! I know what I've forgotten now!”

  “What?” asked Black in alarm.

  “The brain cell! I forgot the brain cell! The one we always share! Damn it, I should have added it to the equipment! I conquered the tower without a brain cell!”

  “Damn it!” cursed Black. She hurriedly ran to the stairs. “Does anyone know where our brain cell is?”

  “Brain cell? Nope, no idea!” the Thunder brothers shouted, downing beer by the gulp.

  Black ran to the window and shouted in the direction of her own squad: “Guys, does anyone know where the brain cell is right now? Who's got it?”

  “I think it's on the eastern front right now! Tommy Shelby's got it! Or Candycane!”

  “Tell them to throw the brain cell over! We need it!”

  “But they say they need it too!”

  “The current raid leader is entitled to the brain cell!” scolded Black angrily.

  “We've got eight raids running in parallel right now!” Thunder explained cheerfully at the foot of the stairs, ”so it's inevitable that we'll do most of our conquests without a brain cell.”

  “They've hijacked our brain cell on the eastern front, that's unbelievable!” grumbled Black.

  “Muhahahaha!” yelled Jan from the Synergetics, ”Lady Evelyne, you really are the biggest noob, you raided us without a brain cell!”

  “You know what?” Lady Evelyne shouted back, ”it doesn't really matter because we're going to win anyway. But what would give me pause for thought if I were you is that you can be dealt with without using a single brain cell!”

  “Here they come,” Black chuckled. “Raid on your tower.”

  Lady Evelyne jumped off the bench.

  “Everybody out! Evacuate the building!”

  “No no no, I'm sitting so well right now!” complained one of the Thunder brothers, and the next one grumbled: ”I was just going to have another beer!”

  “All out, I said!” scolded Lady Evelyne, ”I'll be right out with the broom if you're not out immediately. There's no point wasting troops here unnecessarily. We'll go out now and get right back in.”

  “In - out!” the Thunder brothers shouted cheerfully, ”Hit! Hit!”

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  On the eastern front, the situation was already much clearer.

  “Hey!” Tommy Shelby shouted over to Lady Evelyne, ”could you please come over here too? We feel neglected! Candycane and I and a lot of others are doing an excellent job here, but you're only on the western front. We're afraid we'll miss out on the coverage in the next chapter.”

  “I'll send over the illustrator!” shouted Lady Evelyne, “and you send me the reports. Don't worry: of course you'll be included!”

  “Thanks!” came back from Shelby, ”the opponent is already on his knees here. The team has done a great job here. It can't be that the western front is favored, even though they haven't made as much progress as we have!”

  In fact, the team on the eastern front had already worked their way through the second CP and into Zone 3. SyX was so devastated that they were already writing their declaration of surrender. The rest of Synergy was also writing: pleas for admission, pleas for mercy, pleas for forgiveness. To be on the safe side, Mr. Trump and his troops had retreated far away to the White House and ignored the burning towers as best he could.

  “One more day,” Thunder predicted casually, ”then we'll have broken them for good. Carry on.”

  And with loud shouts of “Hit! - Hit!” the next raid teams stormed off.

  Marzzzz suddenly appeared next to Evelyne and smiled at her. “This isn't a city hall - but would you fancy a little dance? The next shift is taking over the raids now.”

  “Oh,” whispered Lady Evelyne, ”I'd love to! You always have such good ideas!”

  Still smiling, Marzzzz held out his hand to Evelyne and pulled her close for the tango.

  “Oh, that's great! Dance!” roared the Thunder brothers and formed a very weird dance formation that looked like a failed mixture of a polonaise and a sirtaki, but seemed to be a lot of fun.

  “Shall we?” Biochest smiled at Black and the next moment she was elegantly whirling across the battlefield.

  Meanwhile, SY0 gathered up what was left of their fighters and fled as far as they could.

  RxW, it was agreed, was a completely crazed bunch. It was unbelievable that such a thing was allowed. In fact, it should all be banned. It was just stupid that the support team always responded to such requests by saying that it was part of the game.

  They should seriously consider looking for another game. One in which values such as family, real cohesion and making new friends still played a role. Alternatively, they could book a trip to an ashram in the East Indies.

  Was it really a fact that GW2 should already be decided?

  …to be continued… ;-)