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The Prophet wiped his forehead with a piece of cloth that hung from his turban. Maybe the heat in this spatial hothouse was adapted to the Dictator - with his cold-bloodedness, this one probably needed these tropical temperatures - but for him, it was too hot. "It's the Dictator's tactic," explained the harlequin, succeeding in talking clearly despite the popcorn invasion in his mouth. "Make his opponents sweat even before negotiations begin to be in a dominant position right from the start." "Why? Having the Monopoly on public transportation and possessing hotels in the Boardwalk area, he is the strongest anyway!" sighed the Mad Scientist. "Against each of us individually, perhaps it is the case, but not against all of us together!" the Prophet tried to sound heartening. "Let's not forget he is the last survivor of his Civilization, and that he has, consequently, no more armies to back him up. He is alone, and we are three..." he argued. Each of us will see his own interest," whispered the Mad Scientist. They were only three, and the Dictator would soon appear. Tension was at its apex; the fun was complete. This Struggle for Power game is a little confusing, but thrilling nevertheless. If you want to go into the Spationaval Battle part, fly up to 2. If you'd rather see the Alliances part, teleport to 7. If the music that is played interests you, listen to it at 8. Finally, if you simply want to stay with them for another while, accompany them to 25.