the economy is in shambles

Flight Rising Gothic

You see an amazing accent in the AH. It’s beautiful. It’s perfect. It’s a one-off. It’s 5000 gems. You check your vault to see if you can afford it. It’s 10,000 gems. You look away for a moment. Now it’s 20,000 gems. Now it’s gone. Did someone buy it, or did it ascend into the ether, a higher being? You will never see that accent again and the creator is inactive. 

Someone posts an excited scry of their dragon as an imperial, talking about how they can’t wait to scroll them into this. There’s been no whisper of imperial scrolls for years. Do you tell them? Do they know? They seem so certain. You wonder what they know that you don’t. 

There’s yet another phoatlshop thread in the forums. The title is a pun that you forget immediately after reading. It’s all just unaltered pictures of dragons, posted one after another.

“Don’t exalt my dragon!” a user shrieks frantically at you, as you move to click the button. “Just give it a good home!” They stand outside your lair, screaming. “I hate it when people buy my dragon just to exalt them!” You have owned this dragon for a year. 

The site shuts down every night at midnight. “It’s to keep them out.” Undel whispers, eyes darting frantically. “It’s to keep us safe.” Safe from what, you wonder. You wait patiently for the site to open up, to let you back in again. 

You put a top hat on your dragon. Ha ha. The economy is in shambles. 

anonymous asked:

alright, so this is a very very simple question... but since geisha are mysterious and lots of people have prejudice against them, i don't want to simply google this and find an answer that's not exactly correct. so here's the very simple question; what is it exactly that geisha do? why are people prejudiced against them? thank you so much! sorry i couldn't ask anything more interesting...

Your question is not boring at all! A lot of people wonder what a Geisha’s job intails and have prejudices or misconceptions against them, so it’s actually a great opportunity to refute them.

Let me first explain what Geisha do as part of their job. Geisha are highly-skilled traditional Japanese entertainers and artists. They are trained in traditional Japanese dance, singing, several instruments (shamisen, several drums and flutes, some even play the koto and the kokyū), the tea ceremony, ikebana and calligraphy. They take lessons at a special Geisha-school in their district every day and continue to do so throughout their entire career, as they view art and performance as an ongoing process.

Geisha-in-training are called Maiko (dancing child) in western Japan and hangyoku (half jewel) in and around Tokyo. You sometimes also find the more general term oshaku. They dress much more colorful and flashy than their older Geisha sisters to highlight their youth and childishness. A girl becomes a Maiko after about 1 year of training as a Shikomi, most Maiko debut at age 15 or 16 directly after completing the mandatory 9 years of primary and middle school and are ages 15 to 21 (22 is the max), hangyoku usually debut after high school and are ages 18 to 25. After that, the girl stays a Maiko for about 5 years and then, after her completed apprenticeship, becomes a Geisha and is considered a fully-fledged artist. A woman usually becomes a Geisha at age 20 or 21. Geisha dress much more subdued than Maiko to symbolize that they are adult women and they are quite easy to tell apart once you know what you have to look out for. Geisha are called Geiko (”woman of art”) in western Japan.

Geisha entertain at ozashiki, Geisha-parties, at ochaya, tea houses or sometimes high-class traditional restaurants called ryootei. They will dance and perform music at the party and have discussions about art, music or current events with their clients. Depending on what kind of party you want it to be, Geisha can also perform drinking games and have the party become more lively. All in all, a Geisha does everything in her power to make sure that her clients have a great time.

Geisha live in designated Geisha-districts, called hanamachi or kagai (”Flower towns”). Before WWII even small towns had their own hanamachi and Geisha lived and worked everywhere across the country. The most famous Geisha were and still are from Kyoto, Tokyo, Osaka, Niigata, Kanazawa, Nara and Atami.

Maiko and young Geisha live at okiya, Geisha-houses. The proprietress, the okaasan (mother) treats them like their own children and raises them to become independent and successful Geisha. She pays for their lessons and living expenses, which the girl has to pay back during her career. Once her debts are settled, she becomes independent and moves out of the okiya. An independent Geisha has to have her own collection of high-class, handmade kimono, obi and hair ornaments and are very succesful.

Historically, Geisha entertained mainly wealthy merchants and sometimes aristocrats and later on also politicians. During the Edo-Period, the merchant class was big and very wealthy and had the means to support them. At their height around 1900 over 80,000 of them worked in Japan. Today, Geisha still mostly entertain wealthy buisnesspeople. Their numbers are down to about 1,200, but have been slowly rising over the last 10 years after a rapid demise in the eighties and nineties.

A lot of people, especially in the west, still think that Geisha are high-class prostitutes. This has several reasons and I’m going to talk about the most important.

1. The most important reason for the misconception stems from the time right after WWII. During this time, Japan was occupied by American soldiers after they had lost the war to them. A lot of big cities were destroyed, many people had died during air raids or from starvation, the economy was in shambles and many men had died during the war or were still missing. It was a time of despair for most Japanese and many women were forced to become prostitutes to survive and often even support their whole family.

Most of the clients of these women were American soldiers, because they belonged to the few people who could still afford to pay a prostitute. Back then, Geisha were a symbol of Japan already, being popular postcard-models and appearing in a lot of fiction of the time, so most American soldiers knew a little bit about Geisha.

They could, however, only rarely tell a Geisha apart from an ordinary women wearing a kimono. Since kimono were still the everyday-wear of the time, they thought the women they were sleeping with were Geisha and the women soon realized that they could achieve higher prices when they presented themselves as Geisha to the soldiers and started acting the part.

When the occupation ended and the soldiers returned home, they told their friends and family that they had had a (sexual) relationship with a Geisha in Japan and that is an important reason as to why this misconception spread to fastly across the west.

2. Another reason is the so called “double registration”. As I’ve said before, hanamachi used to exist all over Japan. The vast majority of Geisha lived a pretty good life: Although their schedule was extremely hectic and live was certainly not easy, they could achieve financial independency and fame and meet a lot of influential people and form conncetions through their work. Geisha can also work for their entire lives, if they want to do so. There is no retirement-age for Geisha, so they had a very secure job.

Geisha could also retire and start their own okiya or tea house or start working at a restaurant or a tea house as a server. They also often got married to rich and influential men.

However, not all Geisha had it so well. There were some small towns in which Geisha were struggling to survive, because the economic situation was so tough. The towns lacked enough wealthy merchants and visitors to support them. This was the reason why Geisha in some towns were forced to become registrated as both a Geisha and a prostitute to survive.

While these Geisha were still artists like the Geisha in bigger, more economically stable towns and cities, they also had to sleep with their clients to make extra money to survive.

A lot of these poor, small town were Onsen-towns, seaside-resorts that were unpopular and lacked a steady stream of visitors.

Although the vast majority of Geisha never sold sex and even the majority of Onsen-Geisha (Geisha working in said Onsen-towns) never did, this tarnished the reputation of Geisha.

Prostitution was outlawed in Japan in 1956, so doube-registration doesn’t exist anymore today.

3. The whole mizuage-issue. I’ll have to go deeper into history with that one. First of all, there are junior and senior Maiko. Junior Maiko wear the wareshinobu hairstyle and a predominately red collar, senior Maiko wear the ofuku hairstyle and a predominately white collar. Today, a girl is promoted from junior to senior at age 18, before WWII, when Maiko were still much younger, this happened around 15 or 16; generally when a girl was starting to look older and was deemed a young woman by her older Geisha-sisters.

When a junior Maiko becomes a senior Maiko she has her mizuage ceremony (”hoisting the water”). During this ceremony, the topknot of her wareshinobu hairstyle is symbolically cut open by friends and okiya-family-members. The okaasan and the girl hand out presents to ochaya she frequents, okiya she has relationships with and some close clients and she’ll start to wear the ofuku hairstyle and a whiter kimono-collar afterwards. It is a simple coming-of-age ceremony symbolizing that the Maiko is recognized as a young woman from then on. Historically, this also meant that a Maiko was now old enough to marry and proposals could be made, which she could accpet or decline at free will.

However, Oiran also had a ceremony of the same name. Oiran were high-class prostitutes in old Japan and are extinct today. They were also highly-skilled artists and trained in the arts of the nobility. They had a coming-of-age ceremony of the same name (why the name is the same as with Geisha is unknown, but it’s probably because the quarters of Oiran and Geisha were close by), that intailed the ritual deflowering of the young Oiran by a man who paid highly for being her first sexual partner. This ceremony was also performed by yuujo, ordinary prostitutes, and some double-registered Geisha.

This gets confused a lot, because these two ceremonies have the same names and is one of the most persistens misconceptions when it comes to Geisha. The novel and movie “Memoirs of a Geisha” also mixes this up and portray mizuage completely wrong, so I would highly advise you to not watch it, at least not until you’ve gathered some futher information.

4. Danna. Danna are people who sponsor one particular Geisha they are fond of and monthly pay her a privately agreed on amount of money to help her pay for her lessons and other living expenses. While danna are very rare today, back before WWII most Geisha had a danna, because there were so many poeple willing and able to sponsor Geisha back then and it would have been a sign of unpoularity if you didn’t have one.

People interested in becoming a Geisha’s danna can inquire via the proptriess of the teahouse they meet her at if she would be interested. If the Geisha shows interest, okaasan, Geisha, the proprietress of the ochaya and the possibe danna will get together and discuss the finances. If they come to an agreement, the Geisha will accept him as her danna. A Geisha can always end the relationship and pursue another, if she wishes to do so.

Being a danna has certain adavantages. Your inquiries to see the Geisha will always be handled first before anyone else’s and you can also “buy out” a Geisha’s time and spend it with her in a more private setting or just buy her some time off (Geisha have very little time off, especially during odori-season).

It is also a status symbol and a great way to show off one’s wealth and influence. One has to consider that, during the Edo-Period and even for a long time afterwards, Geisha and the arts they performed were seen as modern entertainment, just like we see movies, shows or pop-music today, so Geisha were very popular, famous and interesting for a lot of people. It was after WWII that people started to see Geisha as symbols of old Japan. Being the danna of a talented Geisha who would entertain oneself and one’s friends was a major status symbol.

There are two things that made westeners suspicious about this: Firstly, before WWII, pretty much all danna were male. This is a fact, because men held almost all economic power back then and were the only ones with the means to support Geisha. Westeners of that time had an extremely conservative and moralistic view of sexuality and many considered themelves to be superior to the “dirty and immoral” Japanese people, so they immediately thought that Geisha had sexual relationships with their danna and that they were bascially waiting to be “bought” by a man. (Today, a large and increasing part of Geisha’s customers are female.)

Secondly, some Geisha DID have romantic relationships with their danna. Mineko Iwasaki, Japan’s most famous Geisha of the 20th century described this very well in her book “Geisha of Gion”: “You can’t put talented, beautiful, elegant women together with rich and powerful men and expect nothing to happen. Romantic entaglements happen all the time, some leading to marriage and others to heartache.”

Of course some Geisha fell in love with their clients and vice versa. This was accepted and even encouraged in the hanamachi, as these relationships might lead to the birth of a girl who could also become a Geisha one day.

So if a customer and a Geisha had romantic interest for each other, the man, if he had the financial means, naturally would try to become the Geisha’s danna. By being her danna he could spend more time with her and support the woman he loved in her career, so this was completely logical.

However, the majority of Geisha and danna didn’t have any sexual or romantic relationship. If they did, it was based on mutual attraction for each other and was not forced in any way. Both parties could always end the relationship at any time and enter another, if they wanted to.

The fact that Geisha are very private and don’t talk a lot about their profession adds to the “suspiciousness” in the eyes of a lot of people.

In fact, Geisha are so “mysterious” because they are supposed so remain exclusive. A lot of their regular clients book them because the are so exclusive and they can be sure that nothing that happens or is said at an ozashiki ever leaves the room. If Geisha became accessible to everyone, they would lose a lot of customers.

Geisha today are torn between doing publicity-work, being more accessible and understandable to the “common” people and getting new applicants, while still keeping an aura of exclusivity.

I hope I could answer all of your questions! If you have more, feel free to ask them! Have a nice day!

Just going to leave this preview of our SS’17 collection here. Girl gang goals!

We’re running the same sets through from core (32-34 A-D, 36 B-D. UK8-16/US4-12) to fuller bust (30-36 DD-G) to curve (38 B-G, 40-42 C-G. UK18-24/US14-20). That’s a lot of sizes (and please don’t ask us about more sizes because our economy is a shambles).

Are you as excited as we are? 

Today I made this picture of me from AwesomeCon as Wonder Woman costume, my profile picture, and there’s just something about it that I love. And you know what, I didn’t put it up because I loved my costume, or because I look badass, but because right now, the economy sucks, the political system is in shambles, and people have been kind of shitty lately, and sometimes you just need something to believe in, and someone to look up to.

There were so many kids who ran up to me at AwesomeCon (even though there were a thousand Wonder Woman cosplays, but so who knows, maybe they ran up to a thousand different people) and told me that I was their hero and that they love me, and I think that’s incredible.

And in this picture that I uploaded, you can see my stomach flab and my huge thighs, but you know what, I don’t even care. I feel like earlier I would have been like “Oh you know what, I don’t look skinny in this pic” but you know what? Fuck that.

I got those thighs from boxing for the past 2 years, and I have nothing really to say about the flab except that it keeps me warm and is my kangaroo pouch for my food, so if you think this picture is unprofessional, weird, unflattering, etc, like, I don’t even care

I am happy, I am carefree, and I am Sandhya from Themyscira.

hey hey hey hey @ burger companies sit down. get comfy. pull up a drink of beverage. we’re gonna have a chat. why… do you put gherkins on burgers? we all know they’re gross and that those whom'n'st pretend to enjoy them are akin to the Macho Men™ who drink ale for pleasure… okay so cool keep doing that put a max of TWO gherkin slices on ONE burger layer Do Not! play-fuck-ing-hide-and-seek w gherkins! i get 30 minute breaks for lunch! if im wasting time seeking out hidden gherkins under cheese and extra patties then im getting back late and my boss is getting pissed cos im already leanin’ on walls at work *cos guess what you uptight bic pen looking bitch my fuckin’ feet hurt* so im fired cos the post-brexit economy is in shambles and i can’t get jobseekers allowance becos the conservatives are busy spending our taxes on a gold-furnished room where they wank over news stories about disabled people being unable to get their prescriptions from the chemist without some surrey-born shoe-licker jumping out of a bin to stick a “fit to work” badge to their forehead, so i loose my house but im not good w the cold so i think ‘hey i got tits ill sacrifice 2 quid to get into a club and shag somebody so i can sleep at their place’ except now i have no home and also hepatitus b which SHOULD be curable but theresa may has privatised the NHS to use the money for a trophy room in which to store all her dead foxes so i die from this vaguely curable STD and they put my body on a goddamn spike outside of parliament to warn other low-class-cretins that your laziness WILL result in death if you don’t earn that £4.50 for a 23-hour shift at sports direct and the daily mail misgenders me and also calls me english

so fucking gherkins on burgers are cancelled
also vote labour on june 8th

After WWII, Germany and Italy didn’t talk to each other for almost two decades - partially because they were prohibited to, partially because they didn’t really know how. Then, when their countries opened up political ties again in the 1960′s, their friendship was revived - but it was awkward and stilted, neither of them really knowing how to talk to the other anymore. The friendship that once was had more or less died with Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy and they didn’t even know who the other was anymore.

The regrowth of their friendship took a while, and was made up of small gestures and little things.

Little things like sitting down in a coffee shop and Italy still liking his coffee black and bitter and Germany still liking his white with two sugars, and spending the afternoon discussing the weather and innocent things rather than politics like they were supposed to - because they both agree that talking about politics around each other is still a sore subject and really they’d rather people watch.

Little things like rediscovering a mutual love of Renaissance Art, and several afternoons spent in art museums here and there, Italy gesturing excitedly and babbling away with his own interpretation of the pieces while Germany patiently reads the blurbs about them.

Little things like rainy afternoons spent in the kitchen with Germany’s dogs underfoot and flour everywhere, in pasta and kuchen and through hair and a little dot of it on Germany’s nose, much to Italy’s amusement.

Things that were decidedly not war and what they’d do with the world once they’d torn it down and rebuilt it, but how they could build on the world that was already there, and yes both their economies were in shambles and Germany could only talk to his brother via (too short) telegrams and messages across an impermeable wall, but maybe, just maybe, they’d get through it.

Because one of the only ways to walk through hell is by having someone smile reassuringly and hold your hand and walk with you, and despite the time apart it was a relief to come back together and find that they were both still clinging tightly to each other.

Creepypasta #686: There Are Cruel And Fearsome Things That Prowl In The Ocean

Story length: Super long

Mankind believe themselves to have escaped the horrors that preyed on them in bygone ages. Perhaps we are right. Mostly. The torch of scientific progress kindled by Newton and his contemporaries spread like wildfire in the centuries that followed, and drove the beasts that dwelt in our shadows scampering back to the darkened pits that spawned them; turning the hunter into the hunted. 

Physics, the idea that our world operates through universal and comprehensible laws, castrated the secret magics that had once left kings and peasant children alike shivering in the terror of all-concealing night. Darwin and his concept of evolution banished the ancient monsters with such speed and determination that Heracles himself would have been envious,

But there are still places in this world where the light of modernity hasn’t reached. A number of San tribes (commonly known as Bushmen) in Namibia speak of the ¯koo-b¯u*, or Bone Eaters. A tall (7-8′), grey, lanky, bipedal creature with lean yet protruding muscles capable of tremendous speeds; large rock hard hands that taper into sharp nailless points with bulbous knuckles and joints; hollow, deep set sockets holding round white eyes that roll about in them like a billiard ball; and of course the mouth, stretching across the entirety of its face, holding spiked teeth as a hard and bright as marble that seem to glisten even at night, always cracked into a broad grin when it encounters a straggling child who has wandered too far from the rest of the tribe.

The Nukak people of the Amazon basin speak of the Kanábéyáa, or Black Jaguar People. Little is definitively known about them, save the resemblance between their black fur, retractable claws, round pinprick eyes, and those of their namesake; their ability to shift between a bipedal and quadrapedal stance; and their propensity for hunting nearly anything, including humans foolish enough not to guard their campsites at night. 

Again and again, anthropologists hear tales of night sentries looking on in terror as bright eyes; first two, then dozens, circle and dance about the periphory of their encampment. Hellish yowls and hisses cut through the air, followed by panicked shouts and the chaos of men brought into the waking world by their greatest fear. And then, in a brief moment that seems an eternity to those caught within it, silence. The inevitable return into the veil of night. 

Of course, war stories are always told by the survivors, so there is a lack of testimony from those unfortunate groups who were either caught off guard, or else, for one reason or another, were deemed to be worth the fight. There are also tales of hunting parties finding one of their neighboring tribes eviscerated, stripped of flesh and meat, and left to rot in the coming sun.

But these stories will have to wait for another time. I come to you not with a tale of some hidden crevasse deep in the heart of the wilderness, but of that endless sprawl that surrounds all of humanity’s achievements. The last great uncharted territory. The ocean.

I had just graduated, and, like many that come from families of considerable means, viewed the gap between getting my diploma and getting a job as an oppurtunity for exploration. Unlike many of my peers, I was not content to use this period merely as an opportunity to get wasted and sleep around in a different corner of the globe. Not that I’m trying to come off as superior or condescending, I have no right for that. 

I started off in Europe just like everyone else, moving from Paris to Rome to Zurich to Vienna to Berlin and then Prague, indulging in the careless excesses that tend to characterize these trips. But at the same time, I wanted more than that. I wanted to ride the back of an ox drawn cart down a withered trail to places my fellow Americans never laid eyes on. I wanted to slum it in the homes of destitute village inhabitants despite the fact that I could easily afford a four star hotel. I wanted something new, something unseen, some amazing forgotten secret.

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corrupted—minds: I was just wondering the other day if it still exists. Guess i got my answer

it absolutely still exists but the economy is in shambles

on the upside though they have their own dream avi creator now (not as good as tektek) and you can “ghost” people where you put in their code and you can make an avi using just the items in their inventory, which a lot of people ask people to do in exchange for money or gifts, or just for fun

you can also favorite peoples avatars which is good bc I really just like looking at peoples avis bc there’re infinite combinations and I like using the designs for OCs

-Admin Ice Queen

You know what pisses me off? Why is the penny not the smallest coin. Why is the dime the smallest? Why? Why is the one cent coin bigger than the ten cent coin? Someone explain. This is why the economy is in shambles

Tulips

The Netherlands is widely known for its tulips. But where did they come from and whats their history?

The story starts in about 1550, in the Ottoman empire (now Turkey). There, at that time, ruled sultan Suleiman. Tulips were loved at the sultan’s court, and Suleiman himself wore tulips in his turban. (This is also where the name tulip originates from: the tulband in which the flower was worn).

Because tulips were so special (and prestigious) to own, they were only handed out on special occasions/to special people. One of these people was the diplomat Ogier Ghiselin de Busbecq, who received some tulip bulbs from Suleiman. He later gave a few of those bulbs to a friend of his, Carolus Clusius. Clusius then took these tulip bulbs to the dutch city of Leiden, where he cultivated and experimented on them.

Then on one fateful night it happened. A number of tulips were stolen from his garden. This eventually led to the immense tulip trade!


Tulip craze/bubble

The tulips were very expsensive at start, and  were only affordable by the rich, thus it became a symbol of wealth. The demand raised trough the roof and so did the prices. The tulip bulbs were so pricy, that they were worth their weight in gold, and an entire house could be bought with one tulip. People sold ‘shares’ of tulips instead of selling the actual tulip itself. those shares/tulips were bought in the summer, when the tulip was still in the ground, so you would receive your tulip in the winter! Basically: A share of a tulip was sold by a person who (probiably) didn’t own it, to a person, who had never seen it, in a place they didn’t know, only to re-sell it for a higher price later, or to actually get the flower a few months later.

When the craze eventually stopped, lots of people got poor, a few got rich, and the economy was in shambles, Kinda like in 2008.

Ever wanted to play Fable as a tabletop RPG with your friends? I know I sure have, so I decided to make my own campaign! It’s still in the works, but I should have it done within the next few weeks and then we’ll be ready to play! Here’s a quick FAQ before I go into the details.


What is Pathfinder?

Pathfinder is an RPG system, or set of rules, to govern how your tabletop game goes! These rules include how much damage is done in an attack, if the attack hits, how much hp a character has, and so on. Think of any roleplaying video game you’ve ever played, and they have these sorts of rules, just in the background where you don’t really notice them. Pathfinder is a specific set of rules that I find easiest to play with. If you’d like more information on Pathfinder, you can go (here).

How are we going to play this if we’re scattered across the globe?

Skype is an amazing thing, my friends! We’ll be meeting once a week in a Skype chat to play. I will be the Game Master, that is, the person steering the story along, while everyone else will have their own characters to play. When it’s time for a person to roll the dice for attack, dodge, perception, etc, they will roll their dice at home or use an online randomizer and report the number rolled in the chat. It’s that simple! Example:

Sarah: Cecil acts quickly, pulling out the small gun strapped to her thigh and prepares to fire at the Red Cap on the right. (I rolled a 9).
Me: The attack missed, and she has the Red Cap’s attention!
Sarah: “Shit!” Cecil curses.
Me: It’s now the Red Cap’s turn! He swings at Cecil with his gnarled club! (He rolled a 14. The attack hits, so roll for damage.)
Sarah: Cecil cries out in pain, taking 2 damage from the club.

Why aren’t we using the website Roll20?

While Roll20 is a great website for these sorts of things, I figured it’d be more fun to play a mixture of tabletop and the roleplaying we’re used to! Playing over Skype gives us more freedom to narrate our characters’ actions and dialogue, to really get into character. It allows us to use our imaginations.

I’ve never played a tabletop game before! What do I do?

The first step is making a character. There’s a lot of guides on how to do that on the internet, particularly for Pathfinder! You’re definitely going to want to consult with me on this part, as this game does vary from the basic Pathfinder system in a few ways. I’ll help you pick or make a class, teach you what things mean, and give you a crash course on how actions are made in a game. Don’t worry, by the time we start playing, you’ll be ready to go!

Do I have to make a completely new character, or can I use the one I roleplay with here on Tumblr?

It would be best if everyone played an OC! Some canon characters are relevant to the main plot of the game, so they must remain NPCs for things to work, and others are dead or missing. If you really want to play a canon muse, come talk to me and we might be able to work something out depending on if the character is living or important to the plot.

Alright, I’m interested. What do I do?

Head on over to my inbox and scream at me, or send me a message over IM and scream at me, or find me on Skype and scream at me… Just do a lot of screaming so that you have my attention. I’ll add you to the list of people to contact when the game is finally ready.

What’s this game about, exactly?

This game will be set 51 years after the events of the third Fable title. That’s one year after the events of Fable: The Journey. If you haven’t played the game, that’s alright. Basically, the Corruptor (the corrupted half of William Black’s soul made sentient), believes he’s supposed to be Archon, and is trying to escape the Void so that he can take the throne. He sends the Corruption and Darkness into Albion, his Lieutenants paving the way for his arrival. The Crawler was the first of his Lieutenants, and there are probably many more. He was defeated by Gabriel and Theresa in the end, but for this game, they weren’t as successful as they thought…

SETTING

This tale begins with the world in a sorry state of affairs, I’m afraid. But when has a good story ever started without conflict? Ah, but Albion and her people do suffer so… After the Hero Queen vanquished the fearsome Crawler and brought the proud country to victory, there was a short time of peace. Albion began to rebuild, and its people once again flourished. But the world was a little bit darker, just a touch more unfriendly. They were weakened from the loss of so many, and the nightmare still clung to their minds.

Samarkand saw the opportunity, and attacked. Once again, Albion was thrown into war. For six years, the Hero Queen valiantly led her soldiers into battle, but the enemy was strong. And then, all at once, she disappeared. Neither side knew where she had gone, but the people of Albion were furious and convinced that Samarkand were behind it. They fought that much harder, that much wilder, and another six years later, defeated Samarkand and won the day, but their Queen was never seen again.

And so began Albion’s descent into chaos.

With the Queen’s disappearance, Albion was left without a leader, and scrambling for a new form of government. For a time, there was a King-regent, but he was soon deemed unfit to rule by the common people and was assassinated after only a year in office. Every other attempt to put someone’s butt in the chair resulted in some sort of tragedy, until finally a Parliament was conceived. There were three houses: The aristocracy, the military, and the common folk. Each were represented by a leading speaker: Reaver, Benjamin Finn, and the righteous Page serving each house respectively. They bickered constantly and rarely got anything done.

Needless to say, the people didn’t like it, and it only served to divide the country further. Many feared the government’s incompetence, and with Albion so weak, there was the fear that another country might try to invade again. The people began to grow suspicious of outsiders as well as each other, and as the civil unrest continued to grow, whispers of another revolution were on their lips.

Naturally, the government and aristocracy began to wet their very expensive hosiery. The military tried to keep the peace for as long as possible at first, but things began to crumble too fast, and eventually it was all it could do to just protect members of Parliament and put down the riots that were increasing alarmingly quickly. Without soldiers to maintain order, crime was at an all-time high, and the rich were left just as unprotected as the rest. Communities banned together to create militias to help curb the amount of crime in some areas, but the rich mostly tried to appear just as powerful as they always had been while crying themselves to sleep at night.

With the government and the economy in shambles and crime becoming increasingly popular among the desperate, banditry had become the profession of choice for many. But, while living outside the city walls may have seemed like the best option at first, the roads and wilds quickly became even more frightful than before. Something slunk in the shadows. People were dropping like flies, and disease had sank its claws into the heart of the country. There were rumors of the Darkness returning, that it was the cause of all of this madness. No one knew for sure.

Everyone was afraid. Where were the Heroes of legend that were supposed to arise to save them?

A few people grew tired of waiting. If the Heroes would not come, then they would rise in their place! At least, that was the idea. Few were actually of Heroic blood, and fewer still knew it. Many of them died trying to protect those who could not protect themselves, but all of them stood as beacons of hope to the people of Albion.

Things could not get any worse. And then, of course, they did just that.

A new enemy had come to Albion, though none but a Seer and a Dweller boy knew what was happening. The Corruptor had come to claim the throne for his own, and his evil touched every corner of the map. But in three days, in an explosion that shook the country to its core, his threat and the Spire were wiped from the face of the earth. For a brief time, it was believed that whatever had happened was over and that things would return to the chaos that had become Albion’s normalcy. But, when have things ever been that easy?

The storms started off small, but quickly grew in size and number. Rather than lightning, pure will energy was discharged in dangerous amounts, setting forests ablaze or freezing entire towns in mere moments. The earth often shook and Mount Ruon, a volcano long thought to be dead, became active once more. Typhoons and heavy rains drowned the coasts. Animals began to behave erratically and creatures that had once been believed to be mere legend had begun to reappear. Mother Nature seemed to be retaking Albion by force.

Not the happiest of pictures, is it? But that’s where you come in! Will you work to bring order to a chaotic world, or will you crush it beneath your heel? What kind of Hero will you be?

Pokemon Theory

Team Rocket and all the bad guys in Pokemon are actually fake distractions made by the government to keep children with something to do.

The economy is in shambles and there’s no budget for a functioning school system. Creating a bunch of Pokemon gyms and a fake criminal organization to keep children preoccupied is a cheaper alternative. With the added bonus of training children to become Pokemon trainers and soldiers for future wars.