Wasteland

11

Monarchy

The more you look down on the people,
The more of your own feet you begin to look upon.
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Sick, she was so sick and tired.

Her dark and short-lived rest was interupted. Her body was limp, Deet had to get nutrients somehow.

She almost completely lost the strands of sanity that remain of her.

Clinging to her humanity, like an adult lion clinging to thread. She then blacked out completely.

Somehow, someway, Brea was able to outrun her "bloodthirsty" sister and her guards. She had almost made it back to homeland in order to warn the gelfling people.

Still completely pale and blank, unable to comprehend the events in wich Seladon had created. She was both fearful and enraged of her sisters actions. Forgiveness was the last thing Brea would give...

"KAYA KAYA KAYA KAYA KAAAAAH-YAAAAAAAWWWW!!!!" A very large crowd of mainly vapran gelfling surrounded their princess, shouting and screaming as if they'd all be eaten tomorrow.

I mean, I guess it's understandable, their monarch was just made out to commitimg treason. Brea thinks. Or perhaps I'm giving myself an excuse to panic.

When a government, and or governor, is corrupt either a or b occur

A: the governor/government is replaced
B: the government/governor is modified to suit its nation.

Most likely if A were to occur, Brea would be immediately thrown into a position of power she never trained for. This could ultimately lead to a massive disaster.

Besides she was definitely not in a good mentality. Brea had literally witnessed her dear sister commit homicide right before her. now red and puffy, eyes. This could lead to a complete destruction of the Vapran Clan right from the inside.

Beside all the political issues, what were her intentions? Seladon couldn't kill without a reason right?

Vengeance ?
Hatred ?
Pure sadistic wants ?
The thrill ?
Petty intent ?
Misunderstanding ?
Betrayl ?
Jealousy ?
These were all possibilities Brea considered. No matter wicb she thought of, each of these painted her sister in a sinister light.

Meanwhile on a small rural town, The Skeksis tested their grotesque creation on the poor gelfling residing there. Only a mere 97 called home there, a few nomads would come and go hoping for adventure.

Sevral tried to ward the Garthium off, but the desperate attempts failed with there heads violently being removed from their bodies.

The sight was enough to scar anyone. Crimson flew through the air. Bits of flesh fell to the ground as the Garthium ate the body of a young boy.

Decapitated corpses lay cold on the gravel. Bits and pieces of organs flung around as one Garthium played with the removed organs of a now dead gelfling.

Men, women and all gelfling alike were horrified. Screams filled the seemingly quiet skies. Unfortunately it wouldn't be long before those screams were silenced...

"Ah, they are a bit to brutal yes? To collect essance we must keep them alive yes?" The Skeksis would talk amongst themselves, watching the chaos that insued.

The scientist scoffed at this remark, "My apologies for creating a species that could defeat all gelfling no matter their strength or numbers." He commented snidly.

The Emperor taped his foot hastily, in anticipation. He was in fact not impressed by the Garthium.

"Again," he says. "excuse me?" SkekTek remarks confused. The Emperor's eyes glided over to face the scientist, "they are nothing but barbarians, at this rate we will be nothing but feather and bone." He puases before opening his beak to speak again.

"Create a more refined version, one mainly best at capturing and intimidation." SkekTek felt insulted, his hard work all to be mocked?