The Pyra-Good Führer sat in dismay as he looked around his palace. It was very big, yet it was empty. All of his machines had been placed outside of his castle to guard it from any retaliation. He rested his head on his palm, the strange man wore a mask that resembled a caricature of a face with many golden tendrils sticking out of it. He wore baggy, red silk robes as he began to fan himself.

A droid programmed to only relay information walked up to him. " Sir, our ambiguous masters demand that we begin our campaign on America as soon as possible..." He stated, walking away immediately after so he could continue his one purpose in life, to relay information.

" We have a small time table to do this...it won't belong before the planets align...somebody, I need motivational music so we can advance our forces to the west..."  He commanded, fanning himself as a machine designed specifically and only to play music began to blast Smash-Mouth's Allstar across the entire palace.

The Führer walked into a hallway and entered a large battleship, he walked past the crew and sat himself down in the control room, taking the music booming machine with him on board. " Let's take to the sky lads, only shooting stars break the mold " He commanded, as a group of engines on the back of the battleship suddenly thrusted itself into the sky without warning, making a large gaping hole in the ceiling of the palace.

Many other ships began to follow suit until the palace's infrastructure completely caved in on itself, the sea farring vehicles were equipped with advanced engines in order for them to fly, keeping the cool aesthetic without having to stick to the seas. The Führer's ship in particular was named the Titanic II. Once arriving to the coasts of America, the fleet began to disperse throughout the county, whilst the Titantic II headed straight for Washington DC, and immediately rammed itself into the White House, slaughtering everyone in the process. The Pyra-Gold Führer then exited his flagship and fanned himself again. " Ho-ho-ho, how I hate America " He stated, stepping on the backs of politicians as he entered the Oval Office.

" Don't take another step....I'll evict you! " The President begged, kneeling onto the floor as he pointed towards the Führer, reaching for a pistol.

The masked man let out another laugh. " Is that the best you can think of? What are you going to do next, say the n-word? " He said, pulling out a pair of scissors from his robes.

" Please....I'm just a noble man from Ohio...I have a farm and family to go back to..." The man pleaded, grabbing the shoulders of the Führer before having the pair of scissors being rammed through his neck.

" So much to do, so much to see, so what's wrong with hitting the backstreets..." The man sang to himself, kicking the corpse of the president over as he sat in his chair, stretching as he relaxed himself.

" Machine made specifically to relay information, come to me " He commanded, placing his feet on the desk as he watched the chaos that was erupting from outside.

" Inform me when the invasion is over...we'll be settling this country within a week, then we'll fortify it. We don't have enough time left for the rest of this world, we're running late on schedule as is " He stated, with the droid nodding at the action as it walked out of the room to observe the battles from a closer viewpoint.

And on that day, millions were slaughtered by the organization known as Pyra-Gold, and to this day, many people say they can still hear the whistling of All-Star drown out all the screams that were heard that fateful day....