<DukeGod> How did last last week end, by the way?
<RandBrittain> It appears that the Chancel has been taken over by your good twins.
<RandBrittain> And Deathblossom's likewise neutral twin.
<MorkaisChosen> Really sorry about last week; I was expecting to be away and totally forgot to tell you guys. :-(
<DukeGod> I remember that.
<DukeGod> How did the fight with me and Paladin Nomen end?
<RandBrittain> You were unable to prevent him from opening a black hole and drawing all of you into it.
<RandBrittain> Now you are hiding at the bottom of a hole somewhere.
<DukeGod> Bah, lucky bastards.
<DukeGod> I just got a new plan that'll totally win.
<RandBrittain> Does it involve building a giant horse and then hiding inside?
<Gayo> I wonder if we can teach our alternate selves reverse important life lessons that undo the previous important life lessons.
- DukeGod is now known as Nomen
<Nomen> It involves an explosion about three times as large as Hiroshima and Nagasaki combined.
<Gayo> Maybe we can only undo them for the ones who aren't Nomen.
<Gayo> Do we have Elliott this time?
<Hollyhock God> Apparently not.
<Gayo> Rats! He has such a good build.
<Gayo> Also, Death is a hax domain.
<Hollyhock God> You could have stolen it yourself if you like it so much!
<Gayo> I am too principled for such things.
- MorkaisChosen is now known as Sarabande
<Hollyhock God> So, your Chancel and lives have been stolen, by yourselves.
<Hollyhock God> I guess that's not exactly stealing.
<Hollyhock God> Technically I guess that makes you the thieves?
<Hollyhock God> It's a grey area!
- Gayo is now known as Vauncey
<Vauncey> I am very offended. It's all well and good to be non-evil, but not at the expense of taxation!
- Nomen is sure Paladin Nomen evades taxes by inflating the numbers he donates to charity.
<Nomen> "That bastard is a disaster waiting to happen. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions."
<Vauncey> "Well, we can't wait for trouble to come to them. Who knows how badly things are going on the Ash with this shiftless behaviour!"
- Vauncey seems resentful that hypothetical-future-him gets to have fun and blow off work and he can't. The nerve!
<Hollyhock God> Ah, but what are you going to do about it?
<Sarabande> "Should we not turn our attention to not being in a hole?"
<Nomen> "I suppose. We need a plan."
<Sarabande> "Often considered the first step, yes."
<Vauncey> "Ah, well, it's…it's not so bad." Vauncey runs a finger down the mildewed brickwork and then inspects his fingertip. "We need to figure out how to handle this before we head back over there, at least. Nomen, have you got any secret weaknesses?"
<Nomen> "Nothing outside the usual. I can't lie. I have to protect any mortals that ask for it."
<Sarabande> "Please do not suggest the plan where we endanger some mortals. We have a horrible feeling someone is about to and… No."
<Nomen> "Oh, also, I lost my name to a demon."
- Vauncey strokes his beard in thought. "You could have a debate with your alternate self, I suppose! Since neither of you can lie, we could find out for sure who's right."
<Sarabande> "Remind us where they came from?"
<Nomen> "Impossible. Giving up is not part of the identity I created."
<Hollyhock God> They came from the alternate timeline you spent thousands of years to convince time travellers to come back so you could jack their ride.
<Vauncey> They learned important life lessons and decided not to tax people seriously anymore, thereby becoming popular and well-loved.
<Vauncey> This is unconscionable!
<Nomen> "Well…we need to get out of this black hole."
- Nomen tries to talk to his Estate.
<Hollyhock God> "Sup."
<Nomen> "Hello….black holes? I guess we haven't really done this in a while."
<Hollyhock God> "Have we met?"
<Nomen> "Maybe? I call myself Nomen. I am…well…I suppose I am the being that calls upon all of you."
<Hollyhock God> "That's cool."
<Nomen> "Well…It seems I am trapped in one of you now…and we need to get out."
- Sarabande hums agreement.
<Hollyhock God> "I guess I could drop you out the other end?"
<Nomen> "I always wanted to know what lies beyond black holes."
<Nomen> "Go for it, pal."
<Nomen> "Oh, it seems there's another one of me out there. If you could stop him from controlling you…"
<Hollyhock God> You are spat out! In Alberquerque.
<Hollyhock God> Apparently all white holes exit in Alberquerque.
- Rimblade has joined
<Nomen> "Alright, all we need to do now, is to bring an uprising!"
<Sarabande> "We do?"
- Vauncey dusts himself off. "Well, at least it didn't send us back to the Chantry. What do you say, should we sightsee a bit while we're here? …perhaps not."
<Nomen> "Our other selves are a violation. They are wrong to the very rules of the universe. We are Nobles after all, looking after those rules is what we do."
<Sarabande> "Hmmmmm. We suppose being a transgression against natural order compromises their authority somewhat…"
<Vauncey> "I'm not the kind of person to dislike myself, but everything will go right to pot if they don't get back to doing their job properly."
<Sarabande> "It is an important job!"
- Vauncey walks and talks, arms folded. "We need some kind of edge over them! They have those swans, and so forth. But all we've got on them is the will to use our Domains properly."
- Rimblade is now known as Darryl Collins
<Darryl Collins> (And your secret weapon)
<Nomen> "The old adage. In situations like this, one would usually try to fight someone who is not their twin"
<Sarabande> "So we need to decide who is well-suited to defeating the rest of us…"
- Vauncey shakes his head. "I wish we could reason with them. We're reasonable people, lads! Well, most of us."
<Nomen> "I can't allow my other self to just exist like that. I created this identity, to make up for the one I lost. He might cause all kinds of damage to it"
<Sarabande> "Perhaps we can work together."
<Sarabande> "With us gathering taxes and them spending their time improving matters elsewhere, think what we could achieve!"
<Vauncey> "Maybe we should try to extend an offer to meet on neutral territory and work things out. They seem very protective of the Chancel, and we're at a disadvantage there."
<Nomen> "I suppose."
- Vauncey takes his wallet out and frowns into it. "We'll need to go a stationery store, I suppose. Nice paper."
<Hollyhock God> Hm. There are stationary stores in Alberquerque.
<Vauncey> Vauncey will compose a letter explaining the problem and requesting that we meet together in a neutral location where there are no people nearby who might be endangered.
<Vauncey> I'm not sure how you send mail to a chantry. Pigeon?
<Hollyhock God> Just give it to a bee!
<Hollyhock God> Eventually an answer comes.
<Hollyhock God> "We appreciate your kindly offer of parley. Please meet us at seven o'clock at the local Applebee's."
<Sarabande> "An Applebee's with no people nearby? Suspicious."
<Hollyhock God> Well, nobody important!
<Vauncey> we can reserve it for a private party.
<Vauncey> Anyhow, that sounds good! Everyone be on high alert, however.
<Nomen> "True. If we are willing to use reason, by evil twin logic they shouldn't be"
<Hollyhock God> So, I guess the Applebee's is over there, somewhere.
<Hollyhock God> I guess you can use Google Maps.
<Hollyhock God> Or some kind of sorcerous equivalent.
<Hollyhock God> I guess the magical equivalent is "summon some demon and ask it."
<Nomen> Demons make for bad information sources
<Sarabande> G'glmpz is a well known demon who trades knowledge of geography for personal secrets, right?
<Sarabande> (like shopping habits and what you read when nobody's looking)
<Hollyhock God> Truly, an up-and-coming evil.
<Hollyhock God> But anyway, Applebee's. You get there first, so what do you order?
<Nomen> (What is Applebee's?)
<Vauncey> (It's a bland American chain restaurant of some sort. I only know of them by reputation!)
- Sarabande orders an apple pie.
<Hollyhock God> Okay.
<Hollyhock God> Anyway, the restaurant explodes.
<Vauncey> what this is outrageous
- Sarabande dodges out IN THE NICK OF TIME!
<Nomen> "Honestly." >.<
<Vauncey> How much Aspect do I need to be miraculously unharmed except in a scruffy action-hero way?
<Nomen> "Told you they'd be unreasonable"
<Hollyhock God> Sarabande dodges, having noticed just in the nick of time that no real apple pie is baked using Splenda.
<Hollyhock God> Any bee could tell you that!
<Hollyhock God> 3 is probably good.
<Sarabande> INDEED. >:-(
<Vauncey> 3 it is, then!
<Sarabande> (Aspect 3 is what Sarabande's using here. :-) )
<Sarabande> (It's safe to assume that's what I'm aiming for any time I say IN THE NICK OF TIME ;-) )
- Vauncey emerges from the explosion with soot on his face and cosmetic damage to his suit.
<Vauncey> That's impossible! No one could have survived that! Actually I guess everyone is fine.
<Nomen> "To be fair, I am immortal."
<Hollyhock God> Meanwhile, Nomen sits eating the apple pie, determinedly.
<Hollyhock God> That is just how annoyed he is!
- Vauncey looks cross. "This is flatly unacceptable. Darryl, can you have a look into their finances? We need to start hitting them where it hurts, if this is how they want to play!"
<Nomen> "The kilotons really seal the flavour."
- Sarabande harrumphs.
<Darryl Collins> "Yes, I am here too."
<Sarabande> "Sealing in the flavour of Splenda is all well and good but we need to keep our haemolymph sugar levels up."
<Nomen> "Well, I suppose we need to show we're serious now, so one last piece of comedy."
- Nomen throws pie at Vauncey's face.
<Sarabande> "…we are unsure what that was intended to achieve."
- Vauncey lets the pie hit him in the face, but does not lose his dignity, somehow.
<Nomen> "Maximum comedy, to increase the amount of maximum seriousness."
- Vauncey catches the pie tin as it falls.
<Darryl Collins> "Well, if you want to browse their finances, we should file a Divine Government Information Request."
<Darryl Collins> "They'll have to respond within sixty days."
<Nomen> "Wel…how long do we have before our year is up?"
<Darryl Collins> "That's true, but I've got a plan involving hitchhiking with time travelers…"
<Nomen> "Sounds like a bad plan"
<Vauncey> "I don't suppose we can expedite things a bit? These are quite irregular circumstances." He thinks. "They are us, after all. Maybe we can approve the request on our own behalf?"
<Sarabande> "That sounds highly irregular and somewhat inappropriate."
<Darryl Collins> "No, I think that works."
<Darryl Collins> "If you want to be proper, we'll just get someone else to file and then approve it."
<Sarabande> "If we approve it does the audit-nature not then assign to us rather than them?"
<Nomen> "But we are them."
<Nomen> "Most importantly, they are the ones doing the job; we're technically unemployed."
<Sarabande> Sarabande appears to be thinking Deep Thoughts.
<Darryl Collins> "Well, no harm in trying."
- Darryl Collins spends 3 DMP on a Lesser Creation of Audits to create a magical finance request form.
<Hollyhock God> Okay, this happens.
<Darryl Collins> "Now, make somebody else file this with us."
<Darryl Collins> "No? Fine. Vauncey, I'm filing this with you."
<Darryl Collins> "Stamp it yes or no."
- Nomen just stamps Yes in Vauncey's place.
<Vauncey> (Dwah, sorry, I was scrolled up and thought nothing had happened. Alas!)
- Vauncey stamps as well, just to be safe.
- Vauncey hasn't gotten to use the stamp in a while.
<Hollyhock God> Okay, so… what information are you actually looking for?
<Darryl Collins> Apparently we want the finances.
<Darryl Collins> Budget charts, year-ends, the like.
- #deathandtaxes :You're not a channel operator
<Darryl Collins> Maybe some pie graphs.
<Darryl Collins> I like pie graphs.
<Hollyhock God> These things, you receive!
<Darryl Collins> Excellent. How are they?
<Vauncey> I will run the numbers! How is it looking? Are they seriously delinquent?
<Hollyhock God> No, although it looks like income is so low that they're running the beehives on a shoestring.
<Hollyhock God> It seems as though it's mostly their own labor that makes the place actually work.
<Darryl Collins> Outrageous.
<Vauncey> Hmmm! I wonder what their secret is.
<Darryl Collins> Regardless, what's our plan of attack?
<Nomen> "How long can the World Ash keep going like this?"
<Vauncey> Well, let's see here. Vauncey gets out his little half-glasses and sits down with the financial reports, poring over them for evidence of failings, falsification, or potential process improvements!
<Hollyhock God> Well, they'd have to work a lot less if they collected more!
<Vauncey> 4 Will + Run the Numbers + Bond 2 (I must make sure the universe is paid what it is owed) for a mundane intention of 7.
<Hollyhock God> The main fault is…
<Hollyhock God> They aren't actually charging the business for their own labors.
<Vauncey> OK, I relay this information back to the others!
<Hollyhock God> Nor is the beekeeping operation paying taxes on the free labor it's getting from the Nobles, which is actually quite a large value.
<Darryl Collins> "Uh-oh."
<Vauncey> It's admirable of them, but it's important to the nature of Taxes that they be burdensome and invidious!
<Hollyhock God> Of course, most Familia don't pay taxes on their own labor, but they also aren't organized as businesses.
<Darryl Collins> "If we audit them, we doom the multiverse to bleakness and destruction."
<Darryl Collins> "If we don't audit them, all things shall wind down into meaninglessness."
<Darryl Collins> "Maybe we can convince them to go have tea parties and friends somewhere else while we do the work they refuse to."
<Sarabande> "Are not they paying tax on their labour for the beekeeping business by working for the good of the World Ash on an operation important to the tax department, to whit, beekeeping?"
- Vauncey tries to tax something. Like, I don't know, that discarded coffee cup. That hasn't had its disposal fees paid! He communicates it to the Vault of Taxation with a Lesser Animation of Taxes.
<Vauncey> It is a tax experiment.
<Darryl Collins> "If we can't convince them, we shall have to use the secret weapon."
<Sarabande> "The secret weapon?!?!"
<Darryl Collins> "The secret weapon."
<Darryl Collins> "The secret weapon."
<Sarabande> "The secret weapon?"
<Hollyhock God> The cup is taxed away!
<Hollyhock God> But yeah, you've basically discovered a tax trap.
<Darryl Collins> "Actually emphasis on either secrecy or weaponry is appropriate, but not singleness."
<Hollyhock God> Because the value of a Noble's labors is potentially transfinite, it's possible for it to become unprofitable for a Noble to do work on his own behalf, because he'd have to pay such a high rate of tax on the benefit received from his own unpaid labors.
<Nomen> (Pizza time, hopefully it'll go better than last week.)
<Vauncey> "Well, this gives us something to use against them. But I don't quite feel right about it — what do you think? They did try to explode us, I suppose."
<Sarabande> "We are inclined to agree. They are not treating taxes with the respect they deserve, but they appear to be willing to put a great deal of personal effort into preserving reality."
<Sarabande> "We consider this highly laudable. We like reality."
<Darryl Collins> "I wish to register my general lack of opprobrium for reality."
<Hollyhock God> So, then. What do?
- Vauncey thinks it over. "Well, how about this, then. Now we have some leverage on them. It looks as if we can still tax things on their behalf — what do you say we just go about our job as usual? We don't have the chantry, but we can still tax people! If they want to do the paperwork, I say we leave it to them."
<Darryl Collins> "A laudable suggestion, but one at odds with our Imperator's commandment, it would seem."
<Darryl Collins> "Unless our doubles being there already meet his condition."
<Vauncey> "Well, I wonder about that. If they finish the returns, does that count? I suppose we could bring the returns here and do them ourselves. I don't have all my spreadsheets with me, but I think I remember most of the details."
<Darryl Collins> "You would have us become tax vigilantes in all but name?"
<Sarabande> "Hmmmmmm. Is not the name and/or legitimate empowerment by authority figures the main part of not being a vigilante?"
<Darryl Collins> "You may be right."
<Sarabande> "We have of course been empowered by an authority figure, to whit, said Imperator."
<Darryl Collins> "Very well. In that case, we shall defeat ourselves by ignoring ourselves."
- Vauncey taxes another cup. "Take that, ourselves! Well then, let's see who's up for an audit."
<Hollyhock God> It looks like it's Fand's turn for another go-round.
<Hollyhock God> She and her husband have even officially built a palace this time and their Imperator enChanceled it, all according to the book.
<Darryl Collins> "Hm hm hm. They probably did this assuming that since we don't tax any more, we wouldn't tax them."
<Darryl Collins> "Well, we'll just see about that."
<Hollyhock God> Well, you tax some!
<Hollyhock God> Just not as much.
<Hollyhock God> Until now.
<Vauncey> Is it in the same place as before?
<Vauncey> Or not-before, I guess? Maybe that didn't happen after all.
<Hollyhock God> Yeah, it's in the same place it wasn't previously.
<Vauncey> Hm, we might need a boat.
<Sarabande> "We can make a boat."
<Darryl Collins> Oh, we have a boat.
<Darryl Collins> "Vauncey, call up the audit pirates from their training."
- Vauncey takes out his phone and flips through the contact list, then phones the audit pirates.
<Hollyhock God> "Aye, aye, auditor!"
<Hollyhock God> The audit pirates arrive on their ship to sail ye to Fand's isle in the North Sea.
<Hollyhock God> Instead of the tree, you find that she's built a decrepit-looking old radio tower to disguise the entrance.
<Vauncey> Very efficient! "Okay, let's make a point not to destroy everything this time."
<Sarabande> "Excellent plan."
<Darryl Collins> "Right. Radio tower, you're actually the entryway to a palace, so let us in please."
- Vauncey deputizes the audit pirates for their noble services, then hops off the boat and performs a quick tax assessment on the area, feeling it out for the invisible threads of unpaid property taxes.
<Nomen> (I'm back.)
<Hollyhock God> You don't sense any, because the relatively modest taxes on this property have been paid.
<Nomen> "As long as no taxes are being evaded, I can bear awith Fand's continous existence. Temporarily"
<Darryl Collins> "Maybe you should stay here and guard the shoreline."
<Nomen> "Nonsense. What if she tries to bribe you like she did last time?"
<Nomen> "By the way, she tried to bribe you last time, I think I forgot about that cause I ate the bribe"
<Vauncey> "Hmm. I'm not sensing anything out of order here, but we should probably review her books just to make sure things are aboveboard, after what happened last time. If everything seems in order, we'll just have to raise the taxes somewhat."
- Vauncey is a noble soul.
<Hollyhock God> Various gnomes escort you around the place to look at the books.
<Hollyhock God> The books… seem to be in order.
- Nomen tries to cut any glamour miracles, just in case.
<Darryl Collins> "Well, these all seem to be in order."
<Hollyhock God> You don't find anything taxable hidden, although it does look as though Fand keeps a stack of really bad 80s movies hidden behind an illusionary wall.
<Darryl Collins> "Nothing to audit about that. After all… there's no accounting for taste."
- Sarabande applauds the pun.
- Darryl Collins has a mysterious sense of deja vu.
- Nomen scatters the movies across the floor, carefully. As a message!
<Hollyhock God> Look out, Nomen's on the rampage again!
<Nomen> Nothing's destroyed yet.
<Hollyhock God> Apparently, this draws the attention of Fand herself.
<Hollyhock God> "Why are you auditing my very personal classic cinema collection in this very odd way? I thought you'd put an end to your weird ways!"
<Nomen> "We aren't. Just checking."
<Darryl Collins> "Forgive us: Nomen is an asshole."
<Nomen> "I might just be measuring the floor in units of 80s movies!"
<Nomen> "Doesn't seem like there are enough of them, though."
<Nomen> "Ever heard of Manos: Hands of Fand?"
<Vauncey> "Sometimes the world demands weirdness, ma'am. We're just checking that everything is in order. I'm afraid this isn't a good time to chat, but I'd be pleased to receive you at the Chantry later if you have any concerns or complaints."
<Hollyhock God> …diverting all complaints to the other you is actually a really good idea.
<Hollyhock God> Fand considers how to deal with this good cop/mad cop approach.
<Hollyhock God> "Very well. Will you have tea?"
- Darryl Collins glances at Vauncey, clearly concerned.
- Vauncey cannot refuse such an offer!
<Hollyhock God> So, what exactly is your endgame here?
<Vauncey> I was thinking we would raise taxes and do the job we would do normally.
<Vauncey> If the good-uses continue doing their thing, so much the better.
<Vauncey> If not, we can force a confrontation, hopefully.
<Hollyhock God> A bizarrely sensible plan!
<Hollyhock God> And so it was that Team Evil Taxation continued doing its job, while Team Good Taxation did the paperwork and schmoozed people.
<Vauncey> We've had some good plans before! What about…what about when we were fighting that gorilla. I don't remember why that happened, actually.
<Hollyhock God> For some reason this scheme appeared to actually work!
<Hollyhock God> Apparently taxation functions best when it's a carefully balanced combination of good and evil.
<Sarabande> Two halves, working as a harmonious whole. Cooperation at its finest.
<Vauncey> How profound.
<Hollyhock God> And so, there was a montage, showing what happened to everybody!
<Hollyhock God> VAUNCEY never paid off his debt to society, because Evil Vauncey continued to do bad deeds just as often as Good Vauncey did selfless ones! Also I think they switched places occasionally out of sheer mischief.
<Vauncey> Scene: Two vaunceys glaring at each other across the table, a line of shots in front of each. Each one takes a shot, and they squint at each other.
<Hollyhock God> Since none of these ever prevented either of them from doing exactly as they pleased, I guess that's still technically a happy ending.
<Hollyhock God> SARABANDE eventually fused herself with EVIL SARABANDE and formed GOD-BEE SARABANDE OF DOUBLE COOPERATION and went on to become supreme ruler of Earth.
<Hollyhock God> And by ruler I obviously mean "humble advisor."
<Sarabande> Just as planned.
<Sarabande> Turns out swarm intelligences are good at fusing with themselves!
<Hollyhock God> GOOD NOMEN eventually turned out to be secretly evil.
<Hollyhock God> Surprising nobody.
<Hollyhock God> Also, EVIL NOMEN turned out to be secretly good!
<Hollyhock God> Surprising everybody.
<Hollyhock God> None of this affected either of their job performance in any way.
<Nomen> (Truly a twist.)
<Hollyhock God> DARRYL eventually fired his double for being 1% less efficient than himself, but later hired him back as a consultant.
<Hollyhock God> Since nobody could tell either of them apart, it soon became clear that this was nothing but a dodge to allow them to take turns locking themselves in their pool-equipped consulting office and drink margaritas.
<Hollyhock God> The two equally-amoral DEATHBLOSSOMs eventually traded off their multiple Estates, thus become the Domina of Double Blossoming and the Dominus of Double Death.
<Hollyhock God> This made no sense to anybody and thus pleased them both mightily.
<Darryl Collins> That's too much death!
<Vauncey> Was one good and the other evil?
<Sarabande> Double Death is sufficient to kill people who exist twice.
<Hollyhock God> They're both True Neutral.
<Sarabande> It prevents them from becoming half-dead.
<Hollyhock God> It's an important mechanism to protect your universe from homestucks.
<Sarabande> (oh jesus fuck the Power of Homestuck would be the most…)
<Sarabande> (It would be the most something thing to play.)
<Sarabande> (I do not claim it's a good idea. :-P )
<Vauncey> Homestuck is an abusively broad estate!
<Vauncey> High-Persona, probably.
<Hollyhock God> Anyway, everybody lived compliantly ever after.
<Hollyhock God> The moral of the story is:
<Hollyhock God> If you have to seriously abuse the laws of physics to create a social system where your numerous personality flaws stop being disruptive, for Cneph's sake do it.
<Vauncey> I am impressed that didn't go worse.
<Vauncey> Good for us!
<Hollyhock God> The end!
- Sarabande is now known as MorkaisChosen
<MorkaisChosen> That was an enjoyable game of Nobilis!
<MorkaisChosen> I have now played Nobilis!
- RandBrittain wobbles a bit for once at having actually completed a campaign instead of it just, like, ending.
<RandBrittain> Thanks to everybody for playing.
<RandBrittain> This campaign went to a weird place.
<RandBrittain> I swear when I started it was going to be down-to-earth and character-focused.
- Vauncey is now known as Gayo
<Gayo> Yeah, that was unexpected all the way through.
<MorkaisChosen> And then in, like:
<MorkaisChosen> The first session:
<Gayo> Vauncey didn't really develop as a character but he was fun to play
<MorkaisChosen> BLACK HOLE RIGHT IN THE PLOT
<RandBrittain> I think the structural lesson is that without strong social ties Nobles go off the rails even faster than usual.
<MorkaisChosen> Mmm, I'm not sure Sarabande developed much.
<Gayo> I did try diplomacy at first!
<Gayo> But at some point it seemed like we might as well just roll with it.
<MorkaisChosen> They had enough characterisation that I was sure what their response to things was, though.
<MorkaisChosen> Gayo: Yeah, not complaining. :-)
<RandBrittain> Like, nobody ever wound up making any friends, and without that most Nobles don't have much reason not to ruin history in order to make it better.
- Nomen is now known as DukeGod
<DukeGod> Well, I have now seen a Nobilis game to its end.
<RandBrittain> (Yes, the main reason most Nobles don't destroy the world is because they wouldn't get invited to as many parties after.)