As dozens of armed combatants shoot up the election headquarters with water pistols and nerf guns, their evil leader: The Representative of Razgriskm, the embodiment of everything against what the World Assembly stands for strides in while the sounds of chaos, flying papers, and screaming innocents fill the air. Sniffing at the air, he nods his head in satisfaction at the wafting smells of wet clothing and marshmallow homicide.
"The glorious nation of Razgriskm has stood by long enough with your socialist hogwash, you are a hellhole! All these ideas that voting in some great and powerful new world order leader with suddenly fix the history of Nationstates. The last one hundred years of earth history is the bloodiest of all time. We won't become some faithful angels of peace in our time. A war is brewing, no matter the galaxy, time, or type of sentient life you are! And you'll all pay for what you'd done, hundreds upon hundreds of legislative embarrassments that sinkhole entire economies.
You will all burn in the fires of redemption for what you are trying to do! Hear that!"
The band of armed soldiers and their representative quickly make an exit with a couple smoke bombs with strawberry scenting in them. Wisking back to their homeland.