War: serious fucking business.

A little Lord Of The Flies kid (probably Todd Junior) wants the other Lord Of The Flies kid's territory, and/or stuff.

So, naturally, he smashes his head in with a rock.
Thus, he gets his territory AND stuff.

Thus is born banditry.

Multiply the bandits, make them "grown up", and you've got war.

Draw lines where the bandits get tired of fighting each other, you've got countries.

Clump enough countries together, you get a superpower.

Draw new lines on the map where the superpower wants some more stuff, you get colonies.

Draw more lines where the colonies "expand", you sooner or later end up with a new country.
Given enough time, another superpower.

Rinse, repeat.

So, war is the serious fucking business of putting the lines on the maps for the Atlas people to color in with their crayons.

They never use blood red though, that'd be too on the nose.

Every now and then, you get a "good war", and those are "sacred", and hands off.

Y'know, like when you have to topple a monster dictator, who became a monster because his country was too decimated to keep proper track of its mentally ill, because some dopey Archduke no one really liked was shot by a guy with syphilis.

Y'know, serious fucking business.