You are 1 in a Million, they say. This would mean, that there are 326.4 of you, living throughout the US. Go, scour the country, find yourselves. (Ignore the Alaskan, you really don't want that you.) Build a Militia to overthrow a city government, probably of just a small Midwestern town. The you from Baltimore isn’t as strong as you used to be. Build a government dedicated to yourselves, and create a hierarchy based entirely on the length of your nose hair.

 

As you and the high council of yourselves began to build an economy (based on the Pidgeon Standard) you discover that your Californian selves have been robbing the Georgians. (Since you out number yourselves 4 to 1.) No matter what you do, fights break out amongst yourselves. Class warfare beings, running rampant through the streets.

 

You gather the short haired proles and plot a coup against the long haired Aristocrats. You publicly execute the head of the royal monarch, which you didn’t seem to enjoy, and you began the witch hunts. Executing any of yourselves who disagree with you. (Throw in some who agree while you’re at it.) Watch as the empire of you slowly collapse from the inside due to infighting amongst yourselves, slowly rebuild and a more perfect union. Only to be thrown over by an army your uncles.