Halls of Man

Before the halls of man had fallen, there was an Empire that lived under a single sun and two moons, its people numerous, civilized, and well-bred. Its reign was vast, holding the lands from the endless mountains of the east to the salt shores of the west with an unutterably iron fist. (There were, of course, a few exceptions. There always are, when dealing with rulings of lands on such scales.)

The Emperor and his Empress, ruled over their lands and surrounding seas with a mixture of both compassion and cruelty, breaking new grounds with their knowledge of both man’s heart and mind. Those who were faithful to the Empire were rewarded, while those who were treacherous were punished, as is often the case in such matters. What made it particularly extraordinary was the effectiveness of their theory regarding the state of humanity as a whole. That it was brilliant was undeniable — that it must be destroyed was unavoidable, if only to make way for those who should, eventually, rule both the land, and the heavens.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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