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Amarcarts
Feb 21, 2007

This looks a lot like suffering.
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Amarcarts
Feb 21, 2007

This looks a lot like suffering.
As always, the fourth stimpire was a tense and anxious time for the people of the kingdom. They knew that their king, the great and powerful Viktor, was always searching for new ways to strengthen his rule. This year, he had found a new way to do so: by using electricity to control the minds of his people. The people of the kingdom were terrified by this new invention. They knew that if their king could control their minds, he could do anything he wanted. They began to whisper about what the king might do next. Most of all, the people were terrified of the electricity. They knew that if it touched them, it would be the worst kind of electricity. They trembled as they walked through the streets, afraid that the king's volts would touch them and control their minds. The fourth stimpire had begun. The sky was dark, and the only light came from the fires that burned in the campsite. The men were tired. They had marched for days, and their feet hurt. They had been forced to eat bad food and drink dirty water. They had been beaten if they didn't obey the soldiers. And now they were going to fight. The men were scared. They had heard stories of the stimpires. They were stories of men being killed or made to fight. But they had to do it. They had to protect their families. The men marched into the camp. They were ordered to line up. And then they were told to start fighting. The fourth stimpire hung heavy in the air, as if it were a death sentence. The three other stimpires that had preceded it had all been crushed under its weight, leaving the small town of Fenway in ruins. The people of Fenway had known for weeks that the stimpire was coming, but they had no choice but to wait until it had passed. Finally, on the day of the stimpire's arrival, they had to face the reality of their situation. The stimpire crushed everything in its path, leaving the town in ruins. The people who had lived there were dead, and the town itself was a smoking ruin. The only thing left was the stimpire itself, towering over the town like a terrible warning.

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