(Okay I know how to start this thing now, those who know me should already be aware it's going to be a long exposition.)
It was another boring day at the Weapon's Shack, and as usual there were no customers at the time. With the advent of Hammer Space along with the Mary and Gary Stu powers that people seem to develop out of thin air for inexplicable reasons now a days there didn't seem to be a need for a Weapon Shack except in cases of emergencies.
However Sakura Leic, the current owner, didn't mind this as she felt the old Shack should be opened even if the apocalypse came and wiped out the land, the radiation certainly wouldn't kill anyone and she was willing to lend a hand in rebuilding the city, after all she did have the supply of shovels, drills, hammers and steamrollers a plenty among her wares. After all RPM city had experienced several disturbances that destroyed the city and even if a new disaster destroyed the city once again Princess Vixy Nyan would surely revive the place since she was the almighty ruler of RPM and the ultimate Mary Sue of love and justice.
Still she did miss the old days when RPM city was bustling with activity and Hitomi "Nekomata" Aganda was the owner of the Shack. When Hitomi left for her palace on the Moon with her acquaintance Yoshi, she "gave" the ownership to Sakura since, quite frankly, nobody else really cared about what happened to the shop. Even the times when Hitomi returned to the City occasionally she never took back the ownership since she only stayed for short periods of time before she got bored and returned to her domain. She wasn't the only one that was gone though, the populace had been reduced from a staggering 300 to a mere 50. Though 300 was a bit of a stretch as most of the new residents back then were either ghosts, soulless robots that talked in illogical speech patterns, and the unfortunate souls who were sacrificed in the n00b eating pit. Though those sacrificed weren't really missed since usually they were moronic dunces that usually walk strait into the pit despite the giant sign warning about the pit in every language from English to Binary to Wookie.
The populace really took a dive after the real estate company, Mopcam, pulled out on the 3rd renovation of the Legends Stadium on the ruins of Sparkvania as well as other regions. This caused half of the residents to fire slings of arrows at the local company although it was a decision from the main branch on some distant planet. And RPM city wasn't the only one affected huge metropolises such as the country of MMN and other far away places seemed to have taken a huge blow due to the set back and are nowhere near their former glory.
However Sakura didn't care much for sports and moved on from the matter long ago though she still did question Mopcam's reason to cancel the project when it was so far into production, they didn't even give us the swag they promised. It was a real shame since nobody was using the land and to this day nobody still occupied the land. Though Sakura certainly was not fond of sports, she liked swag, and was considering going there for the off chance there was another Pokemon tournament. She sure did wish she had a second place trophy for the Pokemon tournament that PB held. To this day she really did wonder how in the world PB built that stadium when it took all his funds to the point where he couldn't afford any good prizes and still managed to build a Intergalactic Sex Shack in freaking SPACE a year later. Then again the Sex Shack always had a steady income unlike the Catgirl Cafe that she forgot about until today.
She was considering building another weapons branch in space as well, though with the massive stock she wouldn't know how to move it or divide it with the other 2 branches. It also seemed unnecessary as the only customers would have been Flame, Taiyou, and some patrons of the ISS who wanted to kill their partners with one of the myraid of poisons or whips and rope for other things. She thought about this as she stared at the window, also questioning why the 1st Dr. Wily built a lab at sea, waiting for a rare customer to come.