Sorry, Lord Verdant. New issue draft, new purgatory stay.
Title: The Great Gig in the Sky
Description: While having a walk in @@CAPITAL@@'s most gentrified streets, you lift your head and take a glance at the pristine, cerulean sky, only for heaps of paper to come out of it, burying you. You swim your way up the mountain of leaflets, and gaze at the similarly terrified pedestrians and your chaperone sticking their head out.
validity: invalid for nations with no airplanes
Option 1:"Oh for f@#$'s sake, 50% off on clothes? Bull-crap!" shouts a suited man, while fixing his undone tie frantically. "These came from a corporate airplane, I saw it! You, heck, why don't you get off your @#$ and get some drone patrols in the sky? Ban this advertising tactic too! Maybe this way they'll stop shoving us with this corporate propaganda!".
Fallout: airplanes have gatling guns for self-defence
Option 2: An old lady spits a bunch of paper out, turning towards you. "Oh dearie @@LEADER@@, see, it's these advertising airplanes. I always look at them flying while with my little grandson, and then, buried! Cellulose tastes worse than my aspirin... I implore you, sweetie, force manufacturers into making paper sweet, then maybe it wouldn't be that bad!".
fallout: homework is eaten more by children than by dogs
Option 3: You gape your mouth at the sight of your Minister of Defence half naked with boxers and a swimming ring. "Fun! Amazing! Hey over there, @@LEADER@@, this is perfect! We can use this same tactic to spread leaflet propaganda into our enemies, destabilising them, and all it requires is a printer! Woohooo, let's do just that!".
fallout: brancalandians use the nearest leaflet as toilet paper.
Option 4: "Uhh, umm, may I please have a word with you?" whispers your chaperone, brushing his hat off in the process. "See, these un-gentlemanly abominations are covering up our beautiful blue sky, you see. Well, see, what if we kindly make them verboten? We could be able to enjoy the shooting stars of @@NATION@@, with no distractions!".
fallout: strangely, there are no more shooting stars in @@NATION@@.