[ WP ] The evil overlord has killed innocent people , burned cities , and actively suppresses all resistance in the world . On your quest to stop him , you have found out why , and it turns out he has a pretty damn good reason .

*There exists a valley, of darkness and pain, * 
 *a place only of sorrow, where tears make the rain. * 
 *The ground is all soft, it's muddy and brown. * 
 *The tears do not stop, they flood the whole ground. * 
 
 `` Damn.'' It was almost over. Seven years. It had been seven years since I started this nonsense. Seven years since I decided enough was enough. Farst had begun in the valley since before I was born, but he'd moved on to the world in the time since. Throughout the reign, he'd held public killings on a weekly basis, randomized murder for the sake of death. I can still remember a little girl, maybe nine, who he'd brutalized on live television. Her name was Christine. She had been in my 1st grade writing class. He'd left her in pieces. Farst went so far as to burn entire towns for the sport of doing so. He'd left Manhattan in ashes, but only after closing the bridges into and out of the city. Setting the river alight with flaming oil had been a devastating turn that those who thought they could swim did n't see coming. It was time. 
 
 `` Here we go,'' I whispered under my breath. 
 
 I opened the door, slowly, an angry mob made up of the most of the world obediently playing army behind me. I lingered for a moment, weighing whether to keep the door open or shut. I ultimately did n't have a choice. Three large men burst in around me, grabbing Farst from his throne and forcing him upon his knees at my feet. `` Captain White, he's all yours. It's time.'' It was indeed. 
 
 All in all, he appeared just a man. He was thinner and older than I imagined. His arms were frail, and as my lieutenants held him, I could n't help but imagine his shoulders would simply slough off his torso at any given moment. His dark robes hung loose over his slender frame, and his face hung almost buried in the mottled fabric that collected high upon his chest. I held the blade to his throat. 
 
 `` Lord Emperor Farst, you've been found guilty by the people of this Earth. You've molested the very notion of human decency. Your actions have been tantamount to an utter and active betrayal of society itself, not merely disregarding the value of the lives of your fellow man, but purposefully corrupting every moral value you have ever encountered. Your peers have deemed you unworthy of a place in this world and have demanded your immediate retribution through the only worthless token you have left to spare, your life. Against my better judgment, I'd like to offer you the opportunity to speak any last words with which you would part this plane of existence.'' I took a second to take in the moment, to feel emotions with which I was n't familiar. With a pause only to savor the warmth of accomplishment and hope, I finished, `` But I urge you, be brief. There is rebuilding to be done.'' 
 
 A great cheer erupted from as far as I could hear and slowly morphed into a vitriol of hatred aimed directly toward the edge of my dagger, but the old man just sighed and stared into the crowd at no one in particular. In a meager voice, he managed just one word, `` Fools.'' It stole the breath from him, and in his pause the hatred grew. After a while, he continued, `` You do not understand what you've done. Only pain can bring life. One can not live without sorrow. You will see.'' Farst searched for more to say, but nothing came. And with that, he peered upwards at me, acknowledging that he agreed. It was time. 
 
 As I slid the knife beneath his chin, eyes upon the horizon, I saw the dark grey clouds clear. They'd been there since I could remember. They were my only understanding of sky. A bright blue appeared in their place and grew and consumed the whole of the horizon. The brilliance made it nearly impossible to keep my eyes open, but I gazed deeply into the warmth of a star I'd only ever read of. 
 
 `` So this is sunlight?'' It was better than I had imagined. 
 
 *'Til a man arrives in white. He brings with him smiles. He takes away the darkness, for miles and miles. * 
 
 Seven months. 
 
 *The people adore him. * 
 
 It had been seven months since I took down Farst. 
 
 *They kneel at his feet. * 
 
 Seven months since the rain stopped and the sun had shone. 
 
 *But it has n't rained in months. * 
 
 And it still shone. 
 
 *And what will they eat? * 
 
 It was scorching hot. All of the crops had withered. There was no food. There was no water. Millions died each day, a rate even Farst had never boasted. It was the end of the world. 
 
 I held the pistol to my temple. `` What have I done?'' It was time. 
 
 Relishing one last moment in the warmth of a sun I had only just known, I pulled the trigger, and in that instant, I felt the faintest drop fall softly upon my cheek. 
 

