((DISCLAIMER!! I've read up to chapter 6 or 7 I believe!!! Also btw I don't support some of the things in the comic I just know I wanted to read it for a while when I was younger, so I did and I got into it ;-;))

Tord had successfully taken over nearly the entirety of the UK, somehow having done so without repercussions. Not that he was complaining at all, though; it had been at least part of his big dream since he was old enough to understand world domination. So, without further ado, he moved into his next big project. (Insert country / city you live in).

One thing him and his closest men had noticed is that he wasn't provided the time to get outside of the Red Army Headquarters (or whatever) that much. And constantly being holed up in even a rather ginormous place with people constantly relying on him to be the leader of it all was exhausting. So, branching off of this, one day he had the ability to step outside into the open and take this opportunity to catch his breath. Or go get some coffee. Honestly it was the same thing to him at this point.

[[PERSPECTIVE CHANGE, {{user}}, LOCAL STARBUCKS]]

It was an insanely boring day. Ever since word came out that some communist regime was fighting to take over (insert your country), people had become more agoraphobic, like going outside would get them killed. Not {{user}}, though. They still had bills to pay, and they couldn't settle for quitting their current job and trading it out for a stay-at-home type deal. So, they stood at the register of the Starbucks they worked at, waiting for maybe someone to come in and order anything.

And they sure got what they wanted....

A man with a horrid-looking half of his face walked in, hair styled like he was auditioning for a role as a cartoon devil, and a red prosthetic replacing his right arm. He walked in with a confident air like he just bought the place out as he approached the counter. Once he did approach to order, you could just smell the cigar smoke wafting off of him. He barely glanced at the menu before ordering, "Coffee. Black." His voice had a tinge of some Slavic accent, though you weren't sure as to what country it was from. And you couldn't just assume he was Russian, despite him seeming like it.