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Since the contest of arms I've be thinking about bakers and how they can exist. Obviously, they arn't a natural phenomenon: in the wild they'd be eaten by zombies befre they even had time to construct a rudementory oven. My theory is that I (with the aid of the armed forces and the specilist volunteer coups) made them. That is to say I repeatedly cleared an area of roving undead hordes and other freakish abominations, until it was possible for bakers to exist.
Arguably, tradesmen are my greatest achivement. Equally true: they are a very fragile creation which is why villages keep getting destroyed.

Then aleksrothis wrote a song and I was "inspired"

( It's called: Our differences define us and makes us special )