The year and a half of the tyranny of the countless kings and queens that had reigned since the time of Karnage was more than the people could bear.
In the night, by the fireplace, the village elders would tell tales of a Golden Age in the past, under the wise and benevolent rule of that legend, King Karnage. Yet now, only despair and turmoil reigned among the bloodshed – innocent villagers suffered unjustly.
Yet he had left them on a long and dangerous journey, and was yet to return.
The people longed for their saviour to return.
Suddenly. Hope. The town crier had awakened the entire village, hollering for joy – he had heard news that he was coming back. Karnage was returning home.
The people flooded the streets and marketplace, cheering, whooping, holding up posters of their best impression of the kindly Karnage. Was the Golden Age about to return?
In the distance, a cloud of dust appeared. It gradually grew in size, metamorphosing until it had taken shape: the mightiest army that had ever roamed the earth clamouring towards the village, the sound of the thoroughbreds hooves a thunderous rapport on the earth.
And at the head rode Karnage, glittering with an aura of radiant power as he returned, triumphant from his quest of the past year, ready to deliver the village once again. At his right and left rode his trusty men, Herluth and farmerlynch, who let out a terrible battlecry as they reached the gates of the village.
The evil King naterichster shuddered in his throne for he realized that his time had come.
The battle was short and decisive. The victorious threesome took their rightful place as leaders of the village, among hearty cheers from the adoring townsfolk, the young damsels swooning.
Karnage had come home.
My village.
And it’s great to be back everyone