Then split the furballers between the two remaining fields. In this way the napoleans can plot the conquest of the earth with like-minded individuals, honing their skills until base capture is as simple as "Send 20 mossies to a rear base with an 8 goon back up!" The mindless furballers will be oblivious until the very last base is captured, and by then they won't care because there will be reset!
The napoleans are happy because they get to do what they like- "own".
The furballers are happy because they do what they like- fight endless furballs.
Really, why not? If the strat minded are so goal-driven, certainly they can come to a consensus on a country. Think of all those perk points you would earn over and over. Think of all the "owning" you would accomplish. Think of how many times you could milk the edge of a furball. Think of the endless vultch potential. It's a siren song that calls you from afar. It's your destiny.
I don't have to entreat the furballers- they just want a fight. Bases come, bases go, but the fight is the important thing. As their collective I.Q.'s don't (apparently) reach triple-digits, attempts to convince them would fall on deaf ears anyway. Just grab them by the hair, look into their slack-jawed countenances and say, "fight,go that way! Ungowa!"
Eeeeeverybody is happy then.
Did I cover all the cliche's?
