Plutocracy

Imagine a world where human life is meaningless. A world where people come from conveyor belts in factories and where everyone is engineered with a single purpose in mind. A place where your life is valued only when you do your job and do it well, and where the moment you outlive your use the asphyxiation sets in. A world where your purpose is defined by what you look like, and where wars can start because someone, somewhere, was bored.
This is Arksiane.

Consider in this world another power. A power that thrives on anarchy, rather than order. A land that embodies the phrase 'meritocracy' in the truest sense, where people are judged only by their actions--and in some cases, enslaved by them.
This is Outland.

Although it may seem like a war of black and white, the actions of all will color the pool, and soon it will be only gray.

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