[ WP ] A war begins as a bar fight , becomes a regional war , expands to become a world war , and is concluded in the same bar it started in .

Two men begin throwing tongue lashes in a little bar just west of Petroskovia and just east of Heirdablum. 
 
 `` Do you know who the hell I am?!'' The heavily bearded man yelled. 
 
 `` I do n't need to know your name to beat you to a pulp!'' The heavily balding man yelled back. 
 
 Both sturdy in their stature and nimble in their temper. 
 
 `` Grand General of the Herdablum Ground Warring Military!'' The bearded man said. 
 
 `` A length of title wo n't take place of your lack for wit.'' the balding man said, `` If you knew anything you'd have seen that I am the Master Armsmen of Petroskovia!'' 
 
 `` This is Heirdablum soil you heathen! I demand you forfeit your cup and be on your way!'' 
 
 The Master Armsmen lifted the barrel sized cup and took the drink to his gut like a fish to water. He sighed with satisfaction, `` Petroskovian beer belongs only in Petroskovian.'' he said. 
 
 Suddenly a lashing of tongues had become the throwing of fists. The Grand General and The Master Armsman, along with their numerous soldiers, began to war back and forth as they attempted to gain the higher ground within the bar. A couple of good ol' town criers had been trying to steal a keg in the back. They heard the commotion and decided they could make a bit of their own to better practice their thievery. You ca n't hear a mouse squeak when you've got a bear at the door. 
 
 Having loyalties only to their hunger, the group split up and began roaming both cities touching the border. 
 
 `` Attenshun! Attenshun! Breaking news! Petroskovian military currently invading Heirdablum from the west!'' 
 
 And on the other side. 
 
 `` Attenshun! Attenshun! Breaking news! Heirdablumian military currently invading Petroskovia from the east!'' 
 
 Suddenly the two countries were unofficially at conflict with one another over a cup of beer, over a loaf of bread. Citizens from each side had begun gathering arms and torches as they marched towards the opposing border. And it did n't help that a politician nearby had been awoken by the unrest. He telegraphed his corrupt buddies on the other side of the border to verify. None had any idea but decided they could use this to their advantage and make a few extra coins. 
 
 Both Petroskovia and Herdablum had enough defense pacts to drag over thirty more countries from around the world into the resulting conflict. They had all been immediately thrust into world war simply by default. Somewhere from both sides a telegraph had been sent out to the highest ranking military officers informing them of the fact. Somewhere from both sides a courier was sent out deliver this message. 
 
 It seemed by pure luck that this same message ended up in the same place at the same time. The Master Armsman and the Grand General ceased their altercation to read the heavily decorated letters. As their eyes scanned the literature, they laughed heartily and turned to each other. 
 
 `` It is the ultimate honor.'' The Master Armsman said. 
 
 `` That it is.'' The Grand General added. 
 
 `` But not one I intend to fulfill.'' The Master Armsman said. 
 
 `` What fools who should take a little fist fight among drunk friends so seriously.'' The Grand General added. 
 
 And so they each sent their couriers back with a message explaining the situation which the politicians had to twist in order to boost their term, which the populace accepted as diplomacy done well, which the town criers had turned into a celebratory meal, which the two military officers snatched as they drunkenly stumbled through the streets. 
 
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