The King Of Leslieville I am the king of Leslieville by right of conquest. Not that they understand the implications of course but they have a firm grasp of the terminology. I truly have only been there twice once on my birthday a few years back waiting for a girl to be ready for the bar, and the other time well thats a story in and of itself. I know my subjects i've learned about them, and that will make me a kinder more well rounded ruler. But the crown weighs heavy. I have ruled for not a fortnight before the farmers started to rabble, "the oil companies are taking our land, and truckers are always scaring our cows with there loud horns." Damn the first problem of my new dominion. But how to resolve it? Oil companies give me revenue, but they dry up the land and leave it hollow, a shell reminiscent of what once was. Draining the blood of it's victim like a gluttonous vampire leaving an empty heart behind. We must feed them only enough to keep them sustained. If i had not defeated the mayor in single combat perhaps she would still be here today and could give me advice of what they would do in the days of old. I guess the best way is to give them districts, this will limit the land they can pursue but if i subsidize there taxes they should still be profitable. As for the horns they will be replaced with normal vehicle horns. I know they will feel this verdict unjust. The crimes of the few way on the many. Next The shop keeps seek a conference with me. Don't my citizens understand how busy I am with the upcoming invasion of Condor? "We no longer can acquire twinkies and the hagaard sandwich's m'lord" TREASON! How dare they. I hope they expect no mercy for this grave and dire betrayal. What would the leaders of old do; Vlad the Impaler, Caligula, Caesar, King John, Brian Mulroney, Paul McCartney.