There was a time when eight great cities went to war against each other that would be talked about for generations to come.
The eight cities had different backgrounds, but each had its own character. 653 seemed to be the strongest at the beginning, but then the saying that words are stronger than swords proved true. Mink, the king of the 652, succeeded in uniting the great players of all worlds with him through resounding words. The 649 produced wise philosophers who were able to categorise events and therefore remained calm.
The 656 was a phenomenon, as it was the abandoned harem of the vanished F1FMafia. He had mostly gathered women around him, and then he simply took off at night. His two favourites were hit the hardest. One of them couldn''t stand the pain. She tore her beautiful clothes, cut off her hair and wandered barefoot to another, distant city to join a new alpha male. The other bravely took the helm and tried to find a new alpha male for the abandoned harem in this bracket. But so far their search had been fruitless, and so the lonely women combed their long hair every day, made themselves pretty and sat at the window looking out. The 656 looked like a Sleeping Beauty''s castle to travellers passing by, enchanted and beautiful and waiting to be kissed awake. But it was clear that the ladies of the harem would not come cheap and that their price was high. And only a true alpha would be able to pay that price (which wasn''t money, by the way ;-)).
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Meanwhile, King Mink was bored out of his mind on the 652. The price of fame and success was that hardly anyone wanted to play with him and contribute to his entertainment. Now he knocked on the doors of the other cities and asked for attacks on himself. But the other cities - out of pure sadism, of course! - refused him. King Mink angrily pondered what he should do. He even asked the Thunder Brothers for advice, but they were hanging around drunk in the anteroom of the dungeon where they had placed their prisoners and were of little help. ''Burn all those who refuse to entertain the king!'' roared one of them. But King Mink hesitated. Burning them all would mean even fewer people to entertain him, because burning people danced and sang so badly. Sir Gorilla of the 649 also refused to be locked in a monkey cage and perform funny tricks there. This also annoyed the king enormously. And as if that wasn''t enough, the philosopher Vind Tr?uble Turf also explained in his latest work: ''Remember, today you''re a king, tomorrow you''re shining shoes. That''s the way it is in this game.''
King Mink decided to postpone the problem. But one thing was clear: they would all pay for it! If not today, then tomorrow! Or at least at some point!