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(48.6KB, 1000x1000) Can you feel it?
Can you smell it in the air?
That's right babey, that's the smell of chaos.
Things have been very ordered for quite a long time. The so-called "civilized men" bent the world into right angles for centuries. Each time their plans and machinations turned sour, they piled another one on. Sweep it under the rug, squeeze out every last drop of control we can get. That was their motto. Their stupidery is stunning… breed sheep, watch as the sheep are easily manipulated by your enemy. Bomb the shit out of somewhere halfway across the globe, wonder why all these refugees keep piling up. Pump crap in the air and wonder why the crops are dying. Et cetera et cetera.
You see, each time their technomagic or politicks bent the world away from chaotic harmony, they were just making the resurgence of chaos that much more brutal. And they're still trying, ooh they're trying harder than ever, but their technolomancy gets harder and harder to pull off and nobody even really listens to them any more. They pulled too hard, and now we get to watch as Eris lays waste to everything – us included. We enter into the Age of Aftermath. Rejoice!
How are you celebrating the glorious end of this Age of Beaurocracy, feynons? (Fey adj. "About to die; doomed; on the verge of sudden or violent death.")
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