>>11848532With that, Drifler exits the laboratory and begins patrolling the streets. Day by day, his fort slowly grows into a city, a miraculous city dedicated to the neo-nazi German masterrace, which will now have its second chance in uplifting the world from its dirty Probopass-routes and replace it with something much more acceptable.
Drifloons with Nazi hats and swastika mouths patrol the streets constantly, attacking anyone and anything that dares to go against the Fuhrer, what the Fuhrer believes in, or doing anything that might be seen as obscene, obnoxious, socially correct in this day and age, or basically anything that supports the ideology of the Probopasses.
These Drifloons model themselves after the Fuhrer, but one difference sets the two apart. The Drifloon Balloonazis tend to keep a straight face on their mugs, much like the royal guards in London, they don't care about anything so as long as they get paid for it.
"Pretending" to march down the streets with thin strings, and when not that, a flashlight-shotgun hybrid in one string, a constant heil with the other.
Drifler patrols the streets with his legions of super-balloomans until he reaches his personal headquarters. Finding it too tiresome to go inside and take the stairs, he simply levitates to the HQ's highest tower.
Within there is a globe.
"First, 'zah stupid, pathetic, linear, and BORING Sinnoh region, NEXT, 'ZAH WORLD! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH- That includes spin-off regions too."
Drifler stops talking to himself and floats over to the edge of the tower, "REPORT!"
Instantly, a majority of the legion flocks over, "HEIL DRIFLER!"
"I want guards patrolling the entrance tonight! I fear we may have un KIT KAT in the PEANUT BUTTER today. HEIL!"
"HEIL DRIFLER!"
The Balloonazis spread out to quickly adhere to his commands.
