I become president.
I dissolve the military and use the budget to give each civilian 10,000$ in weapons. I dissolve all gun safety laws and restrictions.
I remove all import and export regulations. I remove restrictions on monopolies. I give political market control to select companies to form mega corporations.
I reinstate trial by combat in the courts. Lawyers have become gladiators. I genetically engineer super-alligators and create a task force to round up wild mega-gators and give them cybernetic death rays.
Pooling the resources of the corporations under my control, I create a miles-long robo-god—Mechasnake, Herald of Storms. Using the incredible power of Mechasnake, I raze the state of Wyoming to the ground and rebuild it in my image.
It is great. It is glorious.
[spoiler]I call it Neopolitical Darwinism.[/spoiler]
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I call it the exact thing Rokos Basilisk warned you not to do!
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The year is 2040 Cyberpunk just got delayed for the 80th time
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So long as I can lead a neo traditional rebellion that wields swords and rides horses, I'm in.
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I'll help
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Time to buy a FAMAS and become a mountain spirit I guess
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I won’t be there.
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I mean... sounds better then the crap currently on the cards
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All the preppers with huge arsenals suddenly become political lords. [spoiler]Sorry, all out of salt.[/spoiler]
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Well all the smart preppers and gun nerds will survive I like that
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*raises hand* Can I use your mecha-snake to create a nation-wide transmutation circle and give myself immortality?
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And I shall finally take my rightful place as king in the north.
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Want help? I'll be happy to do that warrior princess get-up.