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Plato sat in the dungeons of his palace, staring intently at the fat in front of him. He was dressed in his favorite suit today. Black trousers. A striped shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbow. A white apron stained with red spots that hid the shirt and pants almost completely. He had a mask on his face. Her goal was not to hide her face, but to increase the horror of mortals. Horror, because today Plato had taken on the difficult task of removing all the players from eRepublik that he did not like.



Dozens of dolls were lined up on the table in front of him. Each of them had an identification number on their chest and a name written below it. These were consumers who still had no idea what would happen to them.

Plateau swung his huge butcher's knife, and the head of the Fenoglioteam doll rolled under the table.

- This is the first of many - he muttered, reaching for another.

A few minutes later, a solid pile of permanently ban heads had accumulated under the fat. Tired, Plato paused to rest. He had barely sat down in his chair and opened his Facebook account to see if anyone had liked his latest photo of himself in the Maldives with latest Lamborghini model when his phone started beeping anxiously. Thousands of messages floated across the screen. Most of them had identical texts such as "Freedom for...", "Please remove the ban on...", "STOP BUYING the tyrant's packs…", etc.

- But it's not even spam - said Plato angrily - It's an invasion. A real war with me. Hey, now I'm going to let you know, scoundrels. A short break will do you good. I will chop you like schnitzels, and if you are obedient and repent, then maybe I will reassembled you!

Plato reached for another doll. It was that of Irish President Nerusia, who had proposed an interesting law. Then he started with the Bulgarian dolls, then the Macedonian, Serbian, Romanian, etc.

Limbs flew around the room, piling up in huge piles around the Platо. He kept cutting and giggling demonically.

- Do you like it that way, huh? Will you still complain, huh? You will call for a boycott and non-payment of packs, huh?

With his peripheral hearing, he heard the phone continue to beep. The messages to him did not stop, so he worked twice as hard. Finally, tired, Plato stopped and looked around. There were almost no dolls left on the table. The sun was setting fast over eRepublik and in the coming darkness the world seemed empty and lifeless. All that could be heard was the helpless beep of a telephone. Messages with requests and threats continued…

Plato sighed and reached for the huge hammer he saw on the wall. Apparently he had to smash the rebels…