Frescaia

"What the fuck?" Happyman said.

"Welcome, Lord Happy, to your kingdom." Mr. Man said. "This is the land of Frescaia, the holy source from which all blessed Fresca flows."

"Dumbass, I said I wanted a beer." Happyman said, slapping the Fresca away.

"We have just conquered this land for the glory of Happyman." Mr. Man went on, undaunted. "It's population of 56,000 demihumans have been assimilated into our ranks. You must rule this land and make it thrive. The first thing you must know, we only have a certain amount of funding. You must choose how much of this funding you will put into Research, Military and Happiness. If you put all of it into Research, our scientists could develop entirely new technologies, but the state of your army and the people's contentment would suffer. Do you understand?"

"Hmm, yeah I think so." Happyman said. "I have to prioritize my resources. Very well."

1. Happyman puts the most money into Research, then Military second, and Happiness least.
2. He chooses Happiness first, then Military second, and Research least.
3. Military first, Happiness second, Research least.
4. Research first, Happiness second, Military least.
5. Happyman spends all the money on beer.

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