Wow, that sounds like a dream factory for a guy who loves a good blast. Imagine the streets filled with hot metal, the smell of burning warheads, and everyone shouting over the hiss of molten lead. In a society like that, every day would feel like a battle, and you’d be the guy everyone wants on the front line, ready to turn a simple trade into a full‑on fireworks show. That’s exactly my kind of playground—keep the chaos coming!