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Good ways to support the empire from home?
Hi everyone, I'm a big supporter of the Eggman Empire as I believe it is our only true path towards proper industrialization. Local leadership has shown no interest in developing our economy (we don't even have currency?), and I just don't see a path to modernization that doesn't involve a complete empire takeover of the islands.
Obviously, I cannot express these views in real life. My friends and family would kill me. Our village sits next to an abandoned empire lithium mine, and they already yelled at me once for suggesting we should start mining it to sell on the global market. It's sad that Sonic's popularity has bolstered reactionary agrarianist sentiment to such an extreme.
I've been looking for ways to subvert their attitudes and help the empire without putting my reputation on the line, but it's hard to support the empire covertly. Lately, I've taken to throwing car batteries into the ocean, but I can't access them often enough to feel that I'm making a real difference. It's honestly pretty discouraging.
Does anyone have any suggestions?
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egghead927373: I'm actually trying to home brew a new Metal Virus in my basement lab. If you know anything about the subject matter, please feel free to reach out--I would love to have Mobian supporters on the project. I had to cut contact with the humans because they were being weird about it. I don't understand why human empire supporters always have to be so dismissive or straight up disrespectful to fellow supporters on the islands.
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TheDoctorHimself (mod): You're home brewing WHAT
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You know when people try and sell their concert tickets online cause they can no longer go? Imagine you were supposed to be going to a concert for your favourite artist with your boyfriend, but you end up splitting up just before you get to go.
And you’re thinking about just selling both tickets, because you’re already feeling low after the breakup and you don’t really want to go to the show on your own.
But you convince yourself that you deserve that happiness, and you decide that you’re going to go and see them anyway. Even if you just stand at the side and dance with a drink in hand it’s better than being at home alone wallowing in your misery another weekend.
So you list the spare ticket online, and you get a message off a cute guy that’s interested in buying it. And you’re arranging to meet outside the venue before the show to do the exchange, saving his contact in your phone as ‘Bakugou’ just in case you need to call him to try and find him when you’re waiting outside.
Bakugou[7.47PM]: Here.
It’s the only text you get from him as you look around to see if you can spot him. You’d seen enough of his pictures on social media to know what he looked like (not that you’d spent the rest of the evening stalking him or anything), but you’d managed to spot him through the sea of people making their way inside the venue as you waved him down. And as he came closer to you, you’d noticed that he was alone too.
But he’s gorgeous, far more attractive than the photographs on his socials (if that were even possible) and definitely way out of your league. So you just hand him over the ticket as he gives you the money for it as you tell each other to enjoy the show and you make your way inside.
It’s only after the first support artist that you feel someone nudge your shoulder and you turn to see the same guy standing beside you and offering a beer out to you, which you take with a confused expression on your face.
“For not being one of those assholes trying to sell tickets to this for triple face value.” He rasped.
“Oh, I’d never,” You shook your head, “I had to pay double the price for them last time, I made sure I didn’t have to do it again. Thank you though.”
You motioned to the beer, smiling as you took a step towards him to avoid a group of girls exiting the pit behind you.
“Didn’t know you came to this alone either.” He nodded, taking a sip of his own beer as the crowd bustled inside the venue.
“Oh yeah, I was meant to be here with—” You felt your throat tighten at the reminder that you were supposed to be here with your now ex-boyfriend, “My ex.”
“That why you had the spare ticket?”
“Yeah,” You took your own sip of beer as you tried to ease the tightness in your chest, “I wasn’t gonna come at all.”
“Fuck him,” The guy scoffed, “Ain’t no reason you shouldn’t enjoy this because he’s a fuckin’ idiot.”
“What about you?” You murmur, “Didn’t you have anyone to come with?”
“My friends ain’t into this type of music,” He shrugs, “And the one that is is workin’ tonight. But they’re my favourite band, I couldn’t miss ‘em. I was about to pay triple the price for a ticket until I saw your post.”
“You were lucky, I guess.”
His crimson eyes meet yours and you can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage as you feel your cheeks burning.
“Yeah, I’m real fuckin’ lucky.”
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