''What do you mean high heels are sold out in big sizes?'' Marzzzz stared at his friend Thunder Dude in horror.


    ''That means there are no more in our size, bro. 42 EU is sold out. And the market is also empty in even larger sizes. Replenishment in two months at the earliest.''


    ''GW1 is long gone by then!'' moaned Marzzzz, ''Kodaxx has bought up everything, the scumbag! Another huge parcel was delivered for him yesterday! Kitchen aprons in pink with frills are also sold out! Can''t we put the guy in a parcel himself and send him back to Sir Gorilla? Preferably without postage, the recipient pays the fee?''


    ''Sir Gorilla won''t take it off our hands. He''s probably glad to be rid of him! Damn, brother. At best we can order the high heels one size smaller. 41 EU is still available. Should we do that?''


    Marzzzz pondered. One size smaller? Well, maybe they were lucky and the shoes were bigger. He held out his hand, clicked on ''Order basket'' and just hoped for the best.


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    In the entrance hall of the 656 clan castle, everyone was sitting down to an early breakfast and discussing what to do next. Genny seemed to have spent last night away from home, which worried everyone. It was also unclear how to proceed with the RxD front. In the middle of the lively discussions, a sudden noise could be heard from outside. A car drove up and at the same time there was a rattling of metal.


    ''Is that Marzzzz again?'' SGH shouted in amazement and ran to the window. There was indeed a car outside, but not the small sports car, but a larger jeep pulling a whole cascade of empty tin cans behind it. At the same moment, the door burst open and Genny came in with Ghost, giggling loudly and beaming with happiness. A sign was clearly visible on the car: ''Just married''. And around Genny''s neck was a clearly visible sign: ''oAo Cheerleader''.


    The members in the hall dropped their cake forks from their hands and their jaws dropped from their faces.


    ''Yay!'' shouted Genny happily, ''We''re back! We''ve done it! A two-minute wedding ceremony in Las Vegas tonight, an Elvis impersonator married us! I love Ghost!''


    ''Nooooooooooo!'' howled it from the distant clan castle of the 649, and a forlorn philosopher thought about throwing himself off the castle tower, ''Genny, my Genny, my beloved, what have you done!''


    ''Why didn''t you tell us?'' complained Bloody Barrons, ''I would have loved to scatter flowers at your wedding!''


    ''Yeah, why weren''t we invited?'' the other girls grumbled, ''we could have been bridesmaids and thrown rice!''


    Ghost just grinned. Without another word, the two of them disappeared into Genny''s bedroom and locked the door behind them.


    ''Uhhhhh...'' mumbled SGH.


    ''I need a beer. I need a beer really quickly. Or is there still some vodka left from the angry Russian? It doesn''t matter what. Just quickly,'' whispered Captain Zax.


    Impel smiled from the bottom of her heart: ''We have a father again! Genny got us a new alpha male! Everything will be fine now! I''m so happy!''


    And she disappeared out of the hall, to peer at the closed door to Genny''s bedroom.


    Lady Evelyne quietly and discreetly cleared away the crockery.


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    While some were offended because no one had invited them to the wedding of the century, others were offended because they had to realise that their fellow players, who they had thought were their friends, were simply insolent egoists.


    The high heels for Marzzzz and the Thunder Dude had been delivered, and of course they weren''t bigger. Rather smaller. With great difficulty, the two of them had squeezed their feet into the far too small shoes and were now holding on to each other, moaning, unable to take a single step.


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    Mink entered the room and looked at the scene, shaking his head. ''''Guys, how many times do I have to tell you, cut the crap and put on your combat boots! Don''t let yourselves be taken for fools by these silly rumours!''


    ''That''s what I''m talking about!'' roared the 655, ''we should team up, Mink! We seem to be the only ones here who really take the game seriously! Are you interested in an alliance?''


    ''Dream on,'' Mink muttered, then turned to his two comrades-in-arms and urged, ''Hurry up. There''s trouble on the 656 front. RxD can''t cope on his own, you''ll have to switch clans and help out.''


    ''Again?'' grumbled the Dude, ''can they do anything without us?''


    Mink rolled his eyes. ''Bro, we''re a family, so don''t rant. Josi can''t cope on her own, I''ve already sent Kodaxx over, he can''t cope either, I sent Boo after him, he can''t cope either, so now you two. Let''s go.''


    The Dude''s eyes widened. ''What''s going on, bro?''


    ''Genny''s newlywed husband. A secret flash wedding in Las Vegas last night, rumour has it. Nobody knew about it. The guy''s doing the Raid... and he''s got skills. He''s not a raid leader, he''s a raid master, at least that''s what the lady calls him internally. Bad for us. So speed up and off to the front with you.''


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    Speed was a key word that didn''t apply to the 652 at the moment. They had become accustomed to winning, and that had made everyone a little fat and lazy.


    Kodaxx rushed across the battlefield as fast as he could, but he could clearly feel that he was out of practice. The new combat gear didn''t make it any easier: he was wearing sixteen kitchen aprons on top of each other, which made for an enormous girth and increased his weight considerably, especially the forward slouch. The high heels on his feet forced him to balance his body weight, and so he swayed across the battlefield more than he walked. As he could only wear one pair of high heels out of the 500 pairs he had ordered, he had packed the rest onto trailers and attached them to the back of his luxury cars, 15 of which were currently travelling behind him. He hoped that this would at least give him a passive boost. Unfortunately, he could no longer fit into any of his luxury cars and had to walk. He puffed like a walrus at the effort and struggled to make it to the embattled building in time.


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    Marzzzz and the Dude fared even worse. Supporting each other, they hobbled across the battlefield and moaned to each other about the horrible shoes, which they hoped really boosted the crew''s ATK. They cast bitter glances at the rotund Kodaxx, who was clearly ahead of them.


    ''Look at him, brother, that fat bloke. He''s bought up the whole market! We should kick and burn him sometime!'' cursed Marzzzz.


    ''My turn, brother,'' Thunder gasped, trying to keep his balance and move forward at the same time, ''I''m right on his heels. Soon I''ll be as big as him, and then we''ll see.''


    Staggering and swearing, they tried to catch up with the fighting force.


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    On the grey battlefield, Kodaxx had finally managed to conquer the building with the help of other hastily relocated T4 accounts, and dropped onto a huge pile of pillows in the middle, panting, while his luxury cars pulled up and the shoeboxes of high heels were unloaded.


    ''Damn,'' Shqiperi cursed, ''what''s that guy got in that building? Lots of bikes - is that a biker wedge? - lots of knives and guns and then - 500 pairs of high heels?''


    ''I''m just experimenting a bit!'' shouted Kodaxx cheerfully.


    ''Experiment with cars!'' SanAndreas25 shouted back, ''I can recommend T1 cars! They''re incredibly powerful!''


    ''We can''t get him out of there,'' grumbled SGH, ''the guy''s just too fat! We''d have to roll him out! Three raids and he''s still in there!''


    ''Yeah, and the sheer mass of shoes we''d all have to carry out! They''ve built a wall of shoeboxes, almost impossible to break through!'' Chitadrita was annoyed, ''We''d have to form a chain to manage it.''


    Kodaxx lolled like an oversized Buddha on his pillow mountain: ''Cry!''


    One of the Asian generals of the 656 pushed the reports aside and smiled. ''Just better stats, that''s all. Very, very close. It''s getting exciting again.''


    ''Can I go to sleep now, please?'' came from Kodaxx in the building, ''You''ve kept me awake for ages again. You really should take more pity on me. I always have to come here and save everything, it''s unfair!''


    ''What''s unfair is that you''ve bought up all the kitchen aprons,'' whimpered Thunder Boo, who had already changed his name for the fourth time, ''and that you''re so huge and fat that there''s nothing left for anyone else!''


    ''Cry!''


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    The battle was long over and the building had entered safe status when Marzzzz and the Dude finally arrived on the battlefield. They felt like their feet had been boiling in hot water for hours. How did the girls of 656 manage to walk and even run in such high heels?


    ''Brother, this all needs to change,'' growled Marzzzz, ''we need some urgent changes. The 656 has made some serious headway now, so we can''t stop.''


    ''I have to stop now,'' gasped the Dude, ''otherwise my feet will fall off. I swear they''ll fall off!''


    In the distance, they saw a grey shadow scurrying past, seemingly on pink boots.


    ''What was that?''


    They both strained to recognise something, but the night remained opaque.


    It wasn''t until the next morning on the 656 that they would see what had happened. When Impel went to feed her beloved donkey with carrots, she found the stable empty.


    The donkey had disappeared.