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I can see Relics balance designer now...
'What? The Ostheer howitzer does less damage than the Soviets?' he flings his cup at the lead programmers head. 'What do you think you are doing man!? Do you not know about Krupp Steel?!'
'B..b..but sir, it's just a 10.5cm artillery piece...and the unit description...'
'Bugger the unit description you blithering idiot!' the balance designer cries, pieces of bratwurst flying from his mouth. 'Buff the LeFH immediately, nerf the ML-20 as far below it as you can get away with. Some of the community has been complaining, we'll get away with it.'
'Yes sir, right away sir,' says the programmer, bowing repeatedly as he backs towards the door.
'Not so fast,' the balance designer mutters, freezing the programmer mid bow. 'There must be some other things we can change around or throw in.' He snaps his fingers. 'That's it! Buff the luftwaffe strafes and nerf the allied ones; we all know the glorious luftwaffe was far superior, I bet they could even cause more damage
crashing their planes than allied pilots!' He falls to the ground, laughing maniacally as the programmer looks on in horror. At last he stops, reaching for a schnitzel before continuing.
'This new faction for the axis...It is...Sufficiently powerful yes?'
'F...f...for the axis my lord?' whispers the programmer. 'The uh...the UKF are an allied faction...we thought...'
'You what?' The balance designers knuckles turn white, crushing the schnitzel in his hands like an american body beneath the tracked wheels of Krupp Steel. 'You what?!' He shouted, voice echoing in the hall.
'We thought the designs were great sir, a late game armour faction for the allies to match some of the late axis armour pieces...'
The balance designer turns and rushes towards the programmer screaming at the top of his voice: 'Krupp steel! Krupp steel!' He shook the programmer in his arms. 'Krupp steel you idiot! It was supposed to be an axis faction! Why would we give any allied faction such tools? Do you
want to destroy this game?'
The programmer fell down blubbering. 'I'm sorry my lord, but it's already been released. What can I do?'
There was a deep sigh.
'It's too late to change sides now.' He turned away and closed his eyes for a moment. 'Give it a few weeks, then begin systematically nerfing everything that even compares to the beautiful armour of our axis factions. Do I make myself clear?'
'Y...yes m...mein fuhrer,' sobbed the programmer, crawling from the room.
The balance designer walked back towards his throne, clasping his hands together. Soon all would be as it should have been. Soon they would all see the might of how it was. He began to rub his small, narrow moustache in glee.