Board Thread:Hosting Games/@comment-35890342-20190623210911

Well might as well have this open since it's going to take a while to fill ''The mud squished and sloshed under the man's feet as he ran through the dark, unforgiving night. The rain was particularly heavy, and it fell in water droplets the size of large pebbles all around the man. The man panted and panted as he ran, as fast as his legs could carry him. He had one mission, and that was to alert the King of the major trouble stirring in his own Kingdom. The man could almost see the grand palace where the King was dwelling. The palace was a huge building, decked with riches and finery from all over the world, things peasants and farmers could never even fathom of existing or even seeing. The man was nearing the palace, and was about to shout "Open the gates! Open the gates!" when he felt something heavy and deadly swish through the air beside him. He looked down and gasped in horror as he saw a steel arrow that was lodged firmly in the ground. Before the man could run, another arrow swished through the air as struck the man square in the chest, and the man fell like a broken porcelain doll and struck the ground, letter falling from his hand and dark blood pooling beneath him. The assailant turned away from their hiding spot and quickly ran back to the master, the rightful ruler of the Kingdom, to report the good news. When the scouts from the palace went out on their daily morning perimeter patrol, they noticed the man lying facedown on the dirt, with a crumpled up peice of paper next to him. They quickly jumped down to help the man, only too find him dead long before. They took the letter and read it, the horror dawning on them. They quickly rushed back to the palace to alert the King, but it was too late.''

The letter bore four words, simple but signaled the start of a war.

The Revolution has begun.

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