The former legendary statesman speaking from his exile.
Wow, what a lame-ass excuse for a "game" Atlasia has become. Seriously. Elections are essentially about messaging people to vote or register (and no, please shove your invitations up your asses). Public debate has been reduced to Griffin showing some random discord logs (still don't know what the f**king discord is and don't want to find out), and Fhtagn deflecting by uttering the universal phrase "but leftists..." There is no proper game engine generating actual events. Meanwhile, Atlasia is plagued with high crime: slander, manipulation, idiots declaring secession of random states instead of thinking how to get rid of that acme, and so on.
So there's no proper game engine. Fine, but what kind of game this is without real consequences? What's the worst that could happen to you? A ban from voting and holding office. Please, a flea bite hurts more.
This game needs something radical and audacious to actually provide us with element of taking real chances and possibly face real consequences. We need to bring back death penalty. Once you're dead, you're out and it's suddenly more about survival than pointless bitching and talking s**t behind each others' backs... and if you're really such a bunch of sissies to dare introducing total elimination, at least make it a year, no appeal, no clemency.
Death administered in the most iconic, most efficient and most elegant manner. The National Razor. The Widow. Simply, our classy Mam'zelle Guillotine.
Seriously, listen to this epic s**t. The cabaret song from the 1890s gone metal.