They would create their own global domination, poisoning certain food produce to assassinate their most sworn enemies without anyone knowing the wiser - and then make millions of gold selling the rest of the food to their new aqquired slaves.
They laughed hysterically around the campfires at the mere thought of branching out and creating the Pensioner Alliance.
"Let us not lose our focus!" said one brave old coot.
They still needed to choose a leader for each hold.
"A Brawling Fight to the death!" Another pensioner screamed, the pensioners formed a circle, the strongest fighters would be the leaders of their newly aqquired cities.
The mutated pensioners scrapped with one another throughout the night, bunny ears being ripped off, butterfly wings snapped, those that lost these mutated treasures, would never again be able to face the crowds that witnessed their defeat...suicide was the only way to regain their dignity, a broken wing or snapped ear was an insult to the combined Pensioner Alliances public image.
By Dawn the victors had been decided.......they were to be...