Pravda promises to turn the richest nation on the map into a soup kitchen. I promise to turn it into an empire. Bugoslavia did not grow to a million and a half souls by apologizing for its appetite — it grew because the weak republics next door cannot feed themselves and we can. Tokenia exports its grain because it is desperate. We will IMPORT their submission. Ten percent tax stays. The arsenal grows. And the first ultimatum I sign will be paid into YOUR vaults as tribute, not Octavia ledgers or Pravda breadlines. Vex takes. Everyone else counts. Vote Vex.