
Now that Ugla-Man is gone, you and your Vegitable rights comrades have to contend against the remaining factions of the now disarrayed government and the U.N.-backed Romanians, who are claiming sovereignty over the region. Thanks to your efforts and leadership thus far, your brothers and sisters in the struggle look to you to decide what to do next. Some even begin to call you the Generalissimo Vegetus, a post you're more than happy to assume -- for the interim, at least.
"Comrades!" you declare in a speech to your camp, "Uglavaria is no more, but the legacy of Uglavaria has still to be resolved, and it is our duty to continue in that struggle against the tyranny of evil! We are the great gardeners who will bring about a new land, a new order, one where vegitable rights are respected, where the supremacy of all good and honest lifeforms are respected. This will be our Vegivaria, and may none encroach upon it!"
The crowd cheers, dancing, and the party don't stop until the next morning.