Continued from this OC

Months past after Mob woke up in the 'village by the sea'. Soon, many of the local men were drafted into the military, and many of the artists were forced to include Funnish propaganda in their works. Walls were built around the town, and the town became a castle. Mob's Palace had been built.

Mob felt a weird aura around these people, almost as if a supernatural...thing possessed this place. There was a dead look in their eyes, and a massive smile on their face. As the days grew older, so did their smiles, almost growing wider and wider. Of course, for Mob, this was exceptionally pleasing; everyone was actually willing to smile in this place! But why were they like this? These people barely spoke, only smiled...

Mob's empire expanded quickly; the herds of Tickle Monsters nearby and the devoutness of his citizens made this simple. Soon the towns of Smiling City and Gateon Port was founded, but these men weren't as devout. In the early days, it wasn't easy. Many... misguided civilians had to be relocated to specifically made camps. If they didn't smile, the Tickle Monsters would be the last things they saw. Some men walking near the camps are haunted yet by the terrible laughter erupting from within the walls. Then silence.

Still, Mob enjoyed the genocide. Who wouldn't? It's one of the two things Mob lived for (the other being unquenchable joy, of course). But now the time for expansion may no longer be through colonization, but for conquest. Several nations have appeared on the border. First, the Albions. After the founding of Seapearl, the Funnish traders met with this nation, and although friendship with them would be acceptable, wouldn't it be so much better to control the land for themselves?

Second, was the nation of Wodenburg. At first glance, they seem to follow a strange pagan religion, and have strange barbaric traditions. This culture, thought Mob to himself, shouldn't be allowed to thrive in this world.

But lastly was the nation Mob learned to hate as soon as it's name was whispered through the winds. Sadland it moaned out. Sadland is back. Mob shivered in rage. He heard of this nation before, but in a life he wished not to look back on. Sadland was the complete antonym of Funland. Where Mob the Marvellous laughed in a joyous thunder, Pub the Pessimist's misery brought the rainclouds. Sadland was full of dejected villains, whereas Mob's citizens would look out with smiles across their faces and deadness filling their eyes. No, cursed Mob, Sadland cannot be allowed to exist. And, while walking back to his palace that day, the cold winds still called out at him, chilling his spine further.

Sadland is back...