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| 22 May 2017 01:46 AM |
In the days of old, the Vesperian Empire reigned victorious over a massive quantity of the Avera Galaxy. Entire planet-states had fallen to the regime, and whilst one could assume such was an indicator of a golden age, it was very much the opposite. Vesperia’s empire was downtrodden, having suffered the effects of great galactic warfare; their people had starved in the billions (some becoming homeless; others becoming slaves). The very directives on which the Empire was formed--pride, honour, and justice--had become a mockery of a distant past.
A divided parliament had cast capitalist eyes of crestfallen sentiment upon the nation. Their faith had been destroyed, and the motivation of many of Vesperia’s political leaders was unheard of. It was an empty shell state, and as much as its history wanted to be retained, the people spoke out against their repression, oppression, and depression.
Thus sparked the Revolution, breathed and born by the mind of Marius Antoninus. The subsidisation of a thousand other states went into it, and in a ceaseless war of spaceships, guns, swords, political assassinations, and civil and religious turmoil…they finally came close.
The Empire had fallen! ‘Long live the Republic,’ were the words echoed and re-echoed by billions of individuals, all of different races and nationalities, that proudly, honourably, and just day. The legacy woven for a thousand generations was littered in ash upon the grounds and territories of Vesperia, and marked the rise of the new Consul…Marius Antoninus.
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| 22 May 2017 01:47 AM |
| u must be slaying some "kitties" |
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| 22 May 2017 01:47 AM |
I charm with my studdy and blocky hands
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