The Decline Of Crisp Rat

Her Glorious Descent

Nasty rat and Swamp rat relaxed in the servants quarters chatting about their long day in the Crisp Rat's palace.
"Swamp rat, she asked me today to sew her a gown for the ball. I'm so stressed."
"The ball? Why that's tomorrow night. How could she expect you to finish that in time?"
"Precisely. You know what, I fed up with her nonsense. We must stand up. Why does our whole life revolve around her?", Nasty rat questioned.
"I agree! She is a spoiled brat and treats us poorly. Our whole government is nonsense!"
Swamp rat pondered for a moment. Surely every rat felt the same way. Maybe it was time. She could change the way they lived, it didn't have to be controlled anymore. She stood up. "Nasty rat, it's time. Let's call over our guild and plot our revenge. We shouldn't live like this anymore!" And so they came, and so they plotted. But would one guild be enough? The overthrow of the Crisp Rat and her defense army would only be possible with all the guilds banded together. So it must be done.