They say money makes the world go round,
But I prefer pills and plants underground.
Three companies producing pills by the ton,
Three growing green where the sunlight is none.
My nickname may sound suspiciously strange,
But in War Era, everything's fair game.
While others build steel, weapons and farms,
I build my empire with pharmaceutical charms.
π Three pill factories - working day and night.
πΏ Three green companies - growing just right.
π Production goes up, expenses go down,
While my little empire quietly conquers the town.
Some players build armies.
Some players build fame.
I simply manufacture the things that keep them in the game.
No crown on my head, no throne in my hall,
Just six little companies standing tall.
And if the economy crashes and everything's bleak,
Don't worry - my factories will still produce next week.
More production.
More profit.
More companies.
More power.
The goal is simple:
Build the biggest pharmaceutical empire this side of War Era.
Because empires aren't built overnight,
They're built one production point at a time.
And remember:
You bring the battle.
I'll bring the supply.
ππΏ PILLS & PLANTS - WE GROW, YOU GO. πΏπ